SirenCymbaline

Nevermind, I was tearing up, after all. Only a little. Only a little. "Damn. That'sh... that'sh rough, my friend."

I admit, I was not prepared for another story like that. I was very close to tearing up at this one, too. It was a shameful thing, that so many ...

Boris abandoned his hiding place, and joined the others by the fire. He looked around at everyone. Everyone who coincidentally, got lost in the same forest as him, at around ...

"Sieht aus wie." Boris said. (Looks like.) There wasn't room for three behind the wood. It seemed like there wasn't much point in hiding anymore. So he picked the bag ...

Boris froze at having been caught, but relaxed when he saw that it was another boy. Even if he was with whoever who owned this campsite, he'd still be more ...

Seven year old Boris heard voices in the distance, so he darted behind a tall stack of firewood, hugged the bag of marshmallows to his chest, and tried to stuff ...

"Pleashe. I've nothing to, to hide, I'm the mosht, I'm the comfortablesht." I said suavely. Poor, sweet Damascus. He had no idea just how prepared I was for this. When ...

I gazed at Schadel blearily, squinting in disbelief. "Grim...Reaper. What did you even choose truth fer? Shweet bloody Chrisht, you're not nearly as drunk as, as I am, you can ...

"I feel very sheranaded, thank you." I told Damascus. Still blushing, like a schoolgirl all aflutter. Heavens preserve my reputation as a formidable gentleman, I prayed, for apparently, I cannot.

No matter how accustomed I became to human touch, I never tired of the feeling of welcome vulnerability that it brought. I found myself blushing, which was mainly the fault ...

Raiden made some good, shrewd points, and delivered them very cooly, which almost transcended the effect of the fluffy pink gown and bescribbled face. "That's a sensible theory. The question ...

I looked over to the young woman, again. Had she spoken with a German accent earlier? "Ah, it looks like you've got it under, under control. Sorry about the, the... ...

The poor youth, he was clearly trying to hold himself back, as though perhaps, he was the sort of fellow who'd been taught that men had to be paragons of ...

"Nope." Siren said, blankly. She handed the note to Rose.

Siren hopped over to the tree that Rose had pointed to, and looked all around the trunk. She pulled off the piece of paper, sniffed it, and stared at it, ...