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"𝐖𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐢.

. . .

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬... 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐢ß𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐡."
"My fucking coat is ripped."

And he fell in a puddle.

"And I'm lonely."

Jesus Bernie what isn't wrong with you today?
[Okay.

Im gonna start trying to get back into the swing of things with Bernie which means I'm gonna prioritize some RPs more than others and I might put some on hold. Sorry :(

Not sure if like, anyone cares but i feel it should be let known
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[Having a hard time wanting to RP as Bernie lately.
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Hab mal schnell von der Kamera gezogen, hier ist der hübsche Kerl

🪶

(Im Nachhinein betrachtet ist er doch nicht so krass hell, abwechslungsreich trotzdem wunderschön)
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"Maybe I am love sick."

He sits along the railroad tracks again. These ones are new to him, he hasn't traveled along this path.

He remembers the places he's walked by the people he's met. But none of them seem to stick around, and neither does he.

"Or am I sick of wanting love?"
- viscously clawed at.

"Últa- Bitte, please-" Bernard accompanies Últa, sitting on his knees beside him and pulling him back. Ultimately, it ended in a desperate embrace to try and calm down Últa.

Bernard just hoped it helped.
"𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏! Ú𝐋𝐓𝐀, 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏!"

It had been a really, really treacherous journey to find the paladin once more. He had almost given up hope, searching for the Últa, until he heard some noises from the next room.

Now he's trying his damndest to try and pull the broken paladin away from the hunk of flesh he -
Últa could be seen on his knees in a desert temple deep dungeon, monsters laid around him as his helmet was split into two.

He would be clawing at the beasts, tearing flesh away from the bone as he ate each part with no hesitation.

The Paladin finally cracked and went feral.
Peeking around the corner...

Staring at the.... Big.. dog.. thing.
Flops onto his side.

Yawn..
Now Bernard feels bad.

Worse than he already did, that is. Guilt, but not because of the past, just because of his dynamics he has with friends–

Acquaintances? Strangers? Peers?

He doesn't feel like he has any true friends. Just people to talk with, nothing beyond that.

..

Maybe just a sip.
"I don't want to drink."

He shoplifted a bottle of liquor, now he's sitting on the sidewalk of a seldom traveled road. The only thing illuminating him is a street lamp, flickering above him.

"...But it feels so much better to let go, and being sober fucking sucks."

Just one of those days. . .
[Balughhhehd.. I'm sorry to anyone who's waiting for DM RP things. I can do TL lately but when I try to write in DMs it comes out as garbage, ugh
- done!

"Lecker schmecker. Thanks, Herr.. Knight, I really appreciate it." An earnest smile!
"Oh?"

Bernard wasn't typically one to accept sweets from strangers, but it just happened to be that he was in desperate need to quell his withdrawal!

"Fick, man, thanks!"

He immediately goes to town on that chocolate bar, devouring it like he hasn't eaten in days. In less than a minute, he's -
[I don't normally retweet suggestive art things

But

Oh my goodness gracious
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- that I...... Earned. And I will treat us both to some ice cream. Now!"

Such determination..!
- of cuteness was jostled around on the bumpy track to the nearest ice cream parlor.

Oh, and of course, Fylk, in his current position, was able to watch Bernie's behind wiggle and bounce a bit at each hasty step Bernie took.

"We will not be snatching any ice cream," Huff huff, "I have money -
"I just don't believe you–" A rather blatant accusation, followed up with a bewildered and saddened 😯 face, "You've never had ice cream?"

Without a word, Fylk was hoisted up into Bernie's arms before being hauled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes... Or possums, I guess. The little sack -
- present obnoxiously constant roar of car horns, chatter of crowds, and maybe an occasional gunshot here and there. As Bernard looked out the window, he chewed on his lip slightly in brief contemplation.

Then, he looked back over to his long haired companion, "Why do you ask?"
"With what little I have," after climbing in, Bernard buckles himself up, gesturing for Ross to do the same. Safety first, after all. "I am content, I suppose. I think I'm fairly familiar with the area."

A distant siren blasted in the metropolitan streets, though it was muffled by the ever -
- parts? You feel comfortable with what you have now?"
- let me know where this tea shop is, but– well– uh. I don't know.. this.. language."
- spaced out for a bit." He looks up to face the much larger being, the average-height human looked tiny in comparison. "I eh, yes, I am lost."

As if it weren't already obvious, Bernard blurted it out quickly. And, sheepishly, he gestures to the sign now behind him, "I was hoping that this could -