"Yeah. I guess so. It'll be just like 1918 again. If only it could be the CENSORED eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh day back in 1918 with people sometimes."
"History is written by the victors after all." Claude placed the bottle of wine down on a table then took the wine glasses from M1917.
He was seated on a large couch.
Tyler walked in and sat at the counter ordering a beer, smiling at the hostess before taking a sip, he looked around at everyone and smiled to himself, he cleared his throat before saying "hey everyone, My name is Tyler!"
"Welcome to Trixie's, Tyler. I'm Mathius. I'm the cook here"
"And my papa. He's the best."
Drael Chizkith wrote:
He was seated on a large couch.
Fumizuki is also sitting on the couch, doodling some sketches of the bar.
Charlie Kothinto wrote:
Charlie codes a star shaped badge with the words Forklift Certified on it and gives it to Oliva.
Olivia would then smile and then bowed to Charlie, as in saying thanks.
"Well, I appriciate the badge, miss! Thank you!!"
Olivia wrote:
Charlie Kothinto wrote:
Charlie codes a star shaped badge with the words Forklift Certified on it and gives it to Oliva.
Olivia would then smile and then bowed to Charlie, as in saying thanks.
"Well, I appriciate the badge, miss! Thank you!!"
"Want to be friends? I've never had a friend before. I've always wanted a female friend to gossip with like mortal women."
Claude looked up at Tyler but saw a blurry face instead. She poured the wine into the glasses and handed one to M1917.
(LOREE?! Blurry face lore?)
(awww...)
Fumizuki wrote:
Drael Chizkith wrote:
He was seated on a large couch.
Fumizuki is also sitting on the couch, doodling some sketches of the bar.
He had drifted off to sleep and was snoring quietly.
"Charlie, why don't you and Olivia hang out?"
She nods before asking the dreaded question. "Papa, how do I ask a boy out?"
"Demand it," Claude said while squinting at Charlie. Her face was blurry and it looked bland to her again.
Glip is still monching on his pastry, you know... here did he put his ship-
Claude wrote:
"Demand it," Claude said while squinting at Charlie. Her face was blurry and it looked bland to her again.
"Wouldn't that be rude? Also would you like to order something?"
"Sorry, mistranslation. Be confident about it and nope!" Claude then chugged her glass of wine in one gulp.
She nods her head, accepting the advice of the wise and pretty lady. Too old for her though.
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