His features shifted, obviously unamused. "No. No nevermind." He then adjusted the strap of his messenger bag, his rough leather armor chaffing his skin. "I need to see the leader of this... land. Yikes me to them. Now."

Biting. Fun? Disappointing sigh.

I've never seen treasures. Caps. Don't take him for a fool..

Well— What.. is he biting? Who?

No. She can't be serious. "...You?" It left a sour taste in his mouth. To see.. someone like her.. a leader. "...If this is a joke, I am not amused."

Mikhail bites Otho. Mikhail gets stabbed.

Otho has a feral animal. He must protect him at all cost.

// That moment when you want to bring your other OC into this verse. Only. I can't find a good enough face claim. 🥺💔

He wakes.

Also. He has a headache.

// 😬 I wanna add more OC's to the FO verse, but have only one account to flip.

// 3 hours left. Help break the tie!

Old aches and pains haunt him today.. He sits, unbothered, making healing powder, humming a soft tune.

// She hath been made.

He has a headache. And you're making it worse.

He can't stop yawning today..