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- Multiple posts per day
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- Online Availability
- 3pm - 1am (GMT / BST)
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
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- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"We'll be staying at the tavern-- you're happy to join me, are you? That's sweet. I don't think your mother would like that, or like me for it, but I also don't think I should be sleeping at a tavern alone when most people here either hate me or distrust me. I need my protection," the demon smiled as he rested his chin in his hand, making very little effort to disguise the affection he felt for the halfling. He had been attempting to play down how he felt to prevent embarrassing him in front of his mother, and mostly to help her like him, but when the women appeared to dislike him regardless, making the effort to hide how he felt seemed ridiculous.
And it wasn't like he was trying to make out with Neotoma over the table - a few caring smiles and affectionate words were hardly a big deal.
"And I'll carry you again if you want; I don't mind. You're not exactly a strain for me, Neo. Plus, it was cute, wasn't it?"
And it wasn't like he was trying to make out with Neotoma over the table - a few caring smiles and affectionate words were hardly a big deal.
"And I'll carry you again if you want; I don't mind. You're not exactly a strain for me, Neo. Plus, it was cute, wasn't it?"