texts from last night's deeply regretted rum venture

[groundrules]

DON'T PIRATE AND DRIVE

o1. Nothing settles the Crossing jitters like a bit of liquid courage — and with pirates, sharing is caring. Maybe you took it willing, under duress or subterfuge, or you completely underestimated the potency of what your esteemed sailor companions style the 'Mother's milk — but you are hereby sloshed. Inebriated. Tipsy. Under the weather. Toasting the gods. o2. Top level with one or more of your character's most philosophical, amorous, or otherwise deeply wrong drunken thoughts or observation. Don't leave an empty comment, that makes the wine gods sad. o3. Comment aroundkeep incriminating evidence. o4. Feel free to make any of your threads game canon, just check with your partner too!

Comments

[downswing]

My son is






soft

[weifinder]

He has good cheeks for pinching, but less now than before. He keeps growing. Very unfair.

[downswing]

Denied. More growth. No.

[weifinder]

Fledglings stretch wings. We keep a home ready, not confining.

[downswing]

( The.......... poutiest????????? )



My son smells warm

bring him to scent

[weifinder]

You'll have to be known to me for me to bring a son to scent.

[downswing]

No falsehoods.

You will hide him.

[weifinder]

I'll tuck him in by your side once you stop hiding, Lan Zhan!

[downswing]

Brushed and clean

likes his hair combed over

Do not bind it.

[weifinder]

Understood, understood. How does Lan Zhan like his hair combed?

[downswing]

...slowly. Oiled. Kind to the root.

[weifinder]

... You might take advice from yourself when it comes to grooming others. Hah! I'll comb both of you as you wish.

[downswing]

Will comb Wei Ying.

[weifinder]

Gently. Like petting a rabbit?

[downswing]

( You don't even need an answer. )