The Bohemian
@trillingThrene
u cant just say perchance
Doth not the word bryng thee Glee and Mirth with its mere Utterance?
B33 < WHY does mario crush turts all day long
Thou must open thyne Mynd and perhaps (perchance?) thyne Pusher...
Is someone cookyng Fysh Fillets? #bonfireparty
Why hath all the Salons shuttered their doors? What is Trollbucks? I need a coffee served fresh by a teal wythout her legislacerator's license and Lusus Issues, Posthaste!
Even when the Teal Blood Barysta is Forced to concede Thine tricks wyth the Blade are in reality, Pretty Fuckyng Neato?
I cannot Discern what myne own Hear Me Out would even be.
The one that said she wanted to kiss you on the mouth earlier because of your pretty words.
Oh! I suppose that would not be Unusual for me...
What, pray tell, is a Hear Me Out?
I appreciate thyne Directness of Thought, tis quite parsable! Indeed, myne own Pronouns are she and also Her.
Ah, tis difficult to lay out such Thoughts wyth the pressure of expectation placed upon one's shoulders as a Yoke. Perhaps tis simply the Effects of Myne Long Solitude takyng place, and puttyng an unusual Veil of Shyness upon me...
ᐖ GURL UR SO PUSSY SLAY IM OBSESSEᐖ W U. I WOULᐖ KISS U ON THE MOUTH ᐛ
You Are Shytting me, the Funny Apes have flavor dysks??? Incredible. Myne pusher doth swell with joy at this Shared Cultural Artifact.
But do Humans have tails? I beseech thee, is this Postyng truly bait for the People's Ire?
no i'm prett7 sure that's just bait for asspi(s
Sigh, here I go.
How curious! Thyne species doth not seem to present such oddities unless, Of Course, tis a marker of some nature of Benign Mutation? Myne search continues...
Interestyng. I shall take this into account as they were not Apparent duryng my natural lyfe.
A fascinatyng occurrence, most oft observed in the castes hued Cerluean or higher, is the fascination with the Matron-Bound caste. What titillation they fynd in the embrace of we jades, or in the nature of our sacred hatched duty, to tend to She who labors endlessly. Is it a latent desyre to control the path of all troll-kynd or is it perhaps a desyre to become that which we tend? Is there, innate in all trolls, the desyre to be A Mother?