 10:16:54 [1k+ brindles] Angel 10:15:21 Trigger 🐾 It is my passion.
Sometimes these kiddos ask me for help with their math homework and like, then proceed to giggle while I try to figure it out at their visits. Me and their mom confused most the time. |
10:14:23 [1k+ brindles] Angel Trigger
That is fun lol
But thank you for looking out for the kids <3 |
10:13:57 Trigger 🐾 | Among a slew of other things and a shit ton of paperwork. |
10:13:04 Trigger 🐾 | I supervise visitations between foster kiddos and their bio families and get traumatized and verbally abused haha. |
10:12:42 -HEE Click-
Name suggestions? |
10:12:16 [1k+ brindles] Angel| In a couple months I am going to be looking for a new job.. I don't know what I want to do yet |
10:11:23 Trigger 🐾 | Thank god I do not have to beg people to cover things for me now |
10:11:06 Trigger 🐾 | Last week of training for the new job. |
10:10:35 [1k+ brindles] Angel 10:10:17 Asfa| With real money, via paypal. |
10:09:41 [1k+ brindles] Angel Asfa
Did you buy it from another player or with your real money? |
10:08:46 -HEE Click-
Oh my. Good rating AND colour? I love you |
10:06:39 Asfa| We're supposed to get 5k store credits when we buy an upgrade, right? I refreshed my premium yesterday and my accountant shows I only got 800 credits. Anyone else noticing this? |
10:01:55 [1k+ brindles] Angel Glacier
Thanks
It's not too bad, just normally after I eat breakfast my stomach will cramp up really bad for a minute or two |
10:01:20 [1k+ brindles] Angel YHH = Your horse here
So you can choose the color of the horse in the art after you buy it :) |
10:01:05 The Brindle Princess| They are horrible, hope you feel better soon, Angels. |
10:00:37 A West| On an art auction, what would YHH mean? |
10:00:06 [1k+ brindles] Angel| Don't you love stomach cramps after you eat |
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Jora could feel Sage's eyes on her, steady and unwavering, though his expression was carefully neutral. She knew he was there, not just physically but emotionally, offering her the kind of silent support that was more comforting than any words could be. It wasn’t that he was afraid of what might come next—he wasn’t. He just understood the weight of the moment. It was something they both had to navigate together, no matter how complex it might get. Her mother’s gaze had shifted back to her now, but Jora was acutely aware of the tension in the room. The silent questions that hung between them—questions about Sage, about the child, about the life they were building. "I will always support you, Jora, know that" her mother told her. Jora nods, "I know" she replies. "I shall leave you both now, come find me if you ever need anything" she says. The two embrace before Jora's mother gets up and leaves. |
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Sage felt his features relax slightly when Joras mother seemed to be genuine about supporting her. If that was true, the woman could be a very big help while on the boat. A new baby was a lot of work, he knew that much. And admittedly, neither he or Jora knew much about raising kids. She may know things they'd need to figure out. He gave the woman a soft nod before she left, not saying anything but letting her know he'd treat her how she treated them. He'd give what he got. And if he got someone who really would support them, then he would be a pleasant person to be around. If it was the other way...well, he wouldn't be so pleasant. Once the woman was gone, he let his neutral expression drop, looking over at jora and quickly crossing the room to move to her side. "She seems like she could be helpful," he noted softly, sitting down beside Jora. He was wary...his own parents hadn't been the best for the short time he'd known them. And he didn't know this woman. But...he was willing to follow Joras lead with this. "Do you think we can trust her?" |
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Jora watched her mother leave, her face a mask of quiet uncertainty. Sage’s words hung in the air between them, and she let out a long breath, leaning back slightly against the chair. She was still processing everything, but his question was a reminder that they were both in uncharted territory here. “I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice soft. “She’s... different now. I’ve never really known her to be this... genuine. But then, I never really *knew* her either. Not like this.” Her eyes flickered to the door her mother had exited through, as if expecting her to return in some other form. She shook her head, trying to focus. Jora glanced up at Sage, meeting his gaze. “But I want to believe her. For us. For the baby.” She swallowed hard, thinking of the responsibility ahead. “We’ll need all the help we can get. And if she’s willing to offer it, I don’t want to push her away. But I won’t be blind either... we’ll have to keep an eye on her.” Sitting up straighter, she took Sage’s hand, squeezing it gently. “We’ll figure it out together. Just like everything else.” |
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Sage nodded in response to Joras comments, a soft frown forming on his face as he thought. He wished, for Joras sake, the woman was being genuine. He knew what it was like for parents to be cruel. It was why he hadn't been upset when his own mother had finally died. Of course, the orphanage wasn't much better than his old home...if you could even call it that. But having parents against you sucked. There really wasn't another way of putting it. "I want to too," he admitted with a small sigh. "We're a bit out of our league here," he added with a small chuckle, running his fingers through his hair as he thought. When she squeezed his hand, he glanced back over at her and nodded with a grin. "We will," he agreed happily. "At least...we'd better because I'm sure more kids will come," he noted. "You can't seem to stay away from my dick for that long," he teased, really just messing around a bit. He couldn't stay away from her either, but that wasn't really the point. |
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Jora watched Sage as he processed their conversation, noting the soft frown that danced across his features. She could sense the weight of his own experiences shaping his perspective, and it made her heart ache for him. He had seen the darker sides of life, just like she had, and his wish for her situation to be genuine felt like a silent plea for hope. When he admitted that he wanted the same, Jora felt a mix of relief and determination. They were both in a difficult position, but at least they had each other. The chuckle that followed his acknowledgment of their precarious situation broke the tension, and she returned his grin, feeling a spark of warmth between them. The affectionate banter was a welcome distraction, a reminder that amidst their struggles, they could still find moments of lightness. As he teased her about their undeniable connection, Jora felt her cheeks flush. She knew he was joking, but there was an underlying truth in his words that made her heart race. There was an unspoken bond forming, one that went beyond the loneliness they both shared. "Trust me," she replied with a playful smile, squeezing his hand in return, "I’m not going anywhere." In that moment, she understood that while the world around them could be harsh, they had each other to lean on. And that was enough for now. |
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Sage couldn't help but let his grin widen when he noticed her cheeks flushed in response to her comment. He decided not to press it, though he'd tease her more later. He admittedly quite enjoyed it....though she could shut him up quickly enough, if he was being completely honest. That was ok. He enjoyed that too. For now though, the moment was more than just teasing her. It was much more than that. He squeezed her hand back happily, placing a light kiss to her head. (Short were celebrating lol) |
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Jora's heart fluttered at the soft press of his lips to her head. She tilted her chin up, catching his eyes with a playful glint in her own, a teasing smile curling at the corners of her lips. "Careful, Sage," she purred, her voice low and warm. "You keep doing things like that, and I might just think you like me." She teases leaning in slightly, her breath warm against his ear as she added, "And if I started thinking that, I’d never let you hear the end of it." She let her fingers brush against his lightly, the playful spark still dancing in her eyes, daring him to make the next move. |
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Sage couldn't help but feel the grin form on his face when she kept him close, and he hummed softly in response to the comment, cocking his head slightly, the slight movement exposing his neck to her. It was only barely, but her lips were close enough to his skin that the small tilt moved his hair away slightly, giving her access. "Really," he hummed as if pondering her comment. "Never?" He paused for a moment as if thinking, before shrugging. "I think I could live with that," he noted mischievously. He'd shifted to press his torso against hers lightly, though arching his back enough keep her lips at his neck. |
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Jora felt a surge of warmth as she watched Sage's grin spread across his face, his body drawing closer to hers. The way he cocked his head, exposing his neck just enough for her, sent a thrill racing through her. There was something undeniably magnetic about him—his playful demeanor, the soft hum of his voice. When he pondered her comment, she could sense the mischief simmering beneath his curious gaze. "Really, never?" she echoed softly, a playful glint in her eyes. Jora couldn’t help but be drawn into the challenge of his words, her heart fluttering at the thought of teasing further. As he shifted closer, pressing softly against her, the air around them felt charged with possibilities. The arch of his back kept her lips tantalizingly close to his neck, and she could feel the warmth radiating from him, inviting her in. Could he really live without that touch? Jora raised an eyebrow, her smile growing mischievous. “Maybe I’ll find out just how well you can live with that,” she murmured, the closeness of their bodies igniting an exhilarating spark. She leaned in, pressing her lips gently against his skin, and a thrill coursed through her as the tension between them intensified. In that moment, everything else faded away for Jora. The world beyond their cocoon disappeared, leaving just the two of them entwined in this playful dance. Each heartbeat resonated with unspoken desire, and she was captivated by the magnetic connection they shared, ready to explore everything that lay ahead. |
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Sage hummed in agreement to her comment, grin widening. "Really," he mused as she spoke up again, eyes glittering in response to her teasing comment. Of course, when he felt her lips against his neck, he let a heavy breath out that escaped past his lips. He had to take a moment to steady himself, since his knees had nearly given out under him. He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist though, before moving to grip her hips lightly. "Something tells me you can live with it too," he teased, though he had to push the words out, along with the laugh that came with them. |
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