CONTACT [EL NYSA]

[priorly]

[Greetings, Prophet. The Great Work Begins.]
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Comments

[priorly]

They don't, although less can be said for some of our fellow refugees. Strange how many world decided to choose to have this in common. Green skin, three stomachs, still terrified of homos. You'll still hear things. But that's what I almost miss - adversity can be quite the bond, don't you find?

[He catches Dorian's hand and, lips curling at the corners, dips his head to kiss it.]

Pink or blue?

[flashystyle]

Yes, well... if it becomes too unpleasant an experience, those can be the ones I set fire to. Do tell me if anyone is giving you trouble.

[He slowly comes to smile, but his tone implies he's quite serious.]

Pink.

[priorly]

[Pink. Prior goes to select a pink flower from the bouquet but]

Set fire to? Metaphorically, with the intensity of your disapproval?

[flashystyle]

[He can't help but laugh, leaning back against the tree behind them.]

Oh, if looks could kill, that'd be enough. No, I do mean literally. Perhaps to just their coattails, if you'd like something less extreme.