am I the only one who noticed
銏隿ďź
Doodle/Practice
'~II Unravel II~' redrawn?
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Merlin亲一个！
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Coff33-Bean 
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06.11.2024
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DIO-Sama
06.11.2024 19:31
LinkHihi!!! Sorry for the wait!
Coff33-Bean[OP]
06.11.2024 19:41
LinkThats okay! (even though I was lonely)
Coff33-Bean[OP]
06.11.2024 19:48
LinkJust make up a plot and you can start!-)))
DIO-Sama
06.11.2024 21:17
Link(Is a more medieval setting okay?)
Coff33-Bean[OP]
06.11.2024 22:59
LinkYes- that is completely fine-))
DIO-Sama
07.11.2024 00:54
Link(Aight, I'd say they meet in a Tavern, Basil is always trying to look for ways to make money on the local workboard, but he doesn't care much for the mead.)
Basil was standing in front of the local job board, examining each job before taking one off the wall. It was a simple supply run, and wasn't too far from the town, so he figured he would earn some quick cash to pay for his lunch. He took a seat at a table nearby, glaring over the details of the job. for a while
Bjorn was tired from his latest raid with his comrades, shuffling behind all his buddies as they joked and whistled at the Tavern girls. He sighed and entered the tavern, shaking out the snow in his orange locks, looking around. He went up to the bar, ordering a mead and a shot of whiskey. Bjorn placed his axe down on the bar top, and downed the whiskey in one go. Most of the women in the Tavern, swooned at him, but he paid them no mind. It was common for men like his build to get excess attention.
Basil didn't pay too much mind to the man at first, used to watching burly warriors like him barge in for a swig of whiskey all the time. Though he did give the man a glance out of the corner of his eye, and his jaw kinda dropped as he saw the man's chest. This guy looked like he lifted wagons with the horses still attached. Exaggerations aside, he recomposed himself and gazed back over the job poster he was glancing at before, having forgotten entirely what the job was for a second.
Bjorn sat down at the bar, finally settling in. He sighed and looked at all the patrons, nodding at some and glaring at others. He twirled the axe around, bored as all get out.
Basil stowed the paper in his pocket, and before he left, he realized his mouth was dry, he hadn't had a drink in a little while. The bar probably served water, but hell, he'd drink a little mead if he had to. He made his way over to the bar and sat down, his eyes meeting the counter of the bar as he sat there pondering, waiting for the bartender to make his rounds.
Bjorn looked over at Basil and rose a brow. "Oi, you new around here, mate. Haven' seen ya around." He downed another glass of mead.
His gaze met Bjorn and he shuffled a little in his stool as he sat up a little more, replying.
"Just passing through, looking for work."
The bartender moved over to Basil, and so he ordered.
"Water if you have it, mead if you don't."
The bartender grumbled softly before pouring him a tall glass of mead, figures. Regardless, he downed the mead, not drinking it all in one go, but getting good swigs of it.
"For work, huh? What kind of work?" He asked, studying Basil closely. Bjorn smiled slowly. " 'cause I might have a position for ya."
Basil glared from the side, apprehensive of the bigger man's offer.
"I do mercenary work, guarding carts and caravans and such. Good money for just a bunch of walking, of course, I know my way with a sword as well."
He sighed and downed another big gulp of mead.
"What kind of job are you offering?"
Bjorn sighed, looking over at him. "Well...you are good lookin' so...want to keep me company..?"
"Well,, this job I was going to do was paying 20 groschen."
He replied meekly, finally deciding to take his hood down and cool off. He had pretty, long and curly blonde hair that fell around his shoulders. He finished his glass of mead, and not having much of a tolerance, he began to feel tipsy.
"You can call me Bjorn, love." He grinned, leaning close to him. He reached up and caressed his face.
His breathing grew a little shaky as the man caressed his cheek, his whiskers twitching subconsciously as he leaned slightly into his gentle touch. His fur was short, but soft and slightly fluffy, and his hair was silky smooth, and a little messy from being under his hood.
"I'm Basil.. It's nice to meet you, Bjorn."
"Basil, huh?" He chuckled a bit, pulling back his hand. "Silly name, mate."
"it's uncommon I've heard, I was named after the spice.. My father was a good chef."
He replied, straightening himself as he steadied his breathing. He attempted to act nonchalant, but really he's never been in front of someone so.. built, and certainly not had his face caressed.
Nahhh, I wish. 'm just a scavenger. But you could call me a soldier if ya want." He winked at him, and leaned closer to him.