the game has begun. chrome bites again, careful to not pierce or tear anything in the wake of jesters teeth.
bites back
‘ CHROME 🌱
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, 🎪 + 🪽 _ He|They|Jester • ‘ [ Local Loony Lunatic // Circus „ I say what I see in front me „ For I have Jesters Privilege !
the game has begun. chrome bites again, careful to not pierce or tear anything in the wake of jesters teeth.
bites back
a surprised yelp is made! not expecting a bite to unfold. the jesterish god furrows brows and examines the bite, soon opening own mouth to reveals rows of teeth and shadowy horrors. bite back, but quite gentle and almost playful!
he bit him and smiled
a gasping expression overcomes the deity of tomfoolery, clapping hands together as if praying to jesterself. “a circus of horrors you say! from one a world unlike me? certainly not from mine, i see— one so confectioned is not seen at all!” now a jesting, comparing the aesthetics of color.
legayone shit forgot to type nonevent [|-"I come from the circus of horrors"-|]
points at self. points back at opposing. lips, cracked- dry- and sticking begin to part. thick black solid smoke wafts momentarily. “who be ye, little one ? come from far or wide? “
points back
water is suddenly pooling in the nearby areas. various temperatures! pick and choose- one is poisonous. but labeled very comically with a skull and large ‘DIE’ text. ha ha. ha ha ha. hahahahaha thats such a classic funny. oh yes, the creature. attempting to pick up, and escort to water.
all jestery kin must face judgement by their maker. examining. the colors are ignored, as times have changed— but the dark shades gain extra brownie points. point. wiggle finger. dance. jig. the maker speak not but expects understanding.
a heavy sigh, no point trying to fight it. hands plant firmly on hips. surprisingly, he is allowing to be judged. a canon event that must happen to all.
rhombuh come see this creature :) rhombuh ? rhombuh where are u …. rhombuh….. Rhombus?
it seems the terrors are not the chosen appetite ¿ oh goodness. jester was always a bit behind on what the foolkind eat these days ! a good few millennia behind occasionally. play it safe, jester, provide the creature water.
successful in mischief. chrome begins to circle him ; bells jingle jangle. the ultimate judgement begins as the jestering final boss has locked on. impress. or erasure.
that is so many hands, his neurons are activating. “ .... why. ”
the fate was sealed long before time itself. of course everything is black and white, chrome sees no use in anything else; as is the chrome way. rightfully. does this critter eat ? jester is providing a plate of [ REDACTED ] and [ CENSORED ] terrors.
pointing with five extra shadow hands.
Don't you point at me......
chrome is absolutely ruffling at the prospect of a jesterling not being properly decked out in apparel. prompting the jesterish god-deity to POOF some fancy accessories into existing. dress up. :)
blink. blink. inhale, expand that chest- crouch. never seen a critter before !
a good chest housing is a great way to avoid the agony of monthlies ! as is the knowledge only shared between jesters. swaying side 2 side, rambling on over something he is probably not even being listened to about- but chrome likes to just talk.
gentol patting. embracing in the bust now, just shoving the jesterling in there ¿ he is a bit wet. chrome was swimming in the realm he frequent !
stands over rhombus. stares. … … drops, hovers arms over the curled up silly. maybe this isnt the best outfit for holding !
the prospect of matching has always been on chromes mind, leading him to place both gloved hands against rhombuhssy and tip-tip-tap the chest area ! nodding, chuckling. “ we would be unstoppable if we matched, you know ! “
A giggle, hands clap together in amusement at the jester's enthusiasm. Leaning back up, mask is pulled back down. ” perhaps I should make a new bow for myself. We can match with new bows! ”
makes a silverfish exp farm and does not disclose the location
surprised ! the jester, gloved hand covering mouth, bends comically at the very middle to examine the fainted. he puffs chest, fills cheeks, and allows the warmth of shadows engulf the fainted. for warm support and security.
[ SHE SCREAMS AND FAINTS ]