Rystil Arden
First Post
Molpe:
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*Wei-Han's face goes red again*
"Errm...Why don't we complomise and combine the good things about both of oul curtures to find the pelfect name for you? Take the physicar beauty from youl dilect way of naming and the soul-deep beauty of my peopre's metapholic way of naming and combine then."
*He points the flower in Molpe's hair.*
"You are rike the Riry...the 'L..i..l..y' that you weal with you, arways, that you are. Beautifur and delicate, arways wishing to broom folth and show the blightness of youl sprendour to the wolld, and make it a mole cheelfur prace for evelyone. Can I call you 'Lily' ? It is 'Yuri' in my tongue."
"As for youl body, errm...werr, evely singre palt of it is magnificent, as if designed to bling preasure to anyone who rays eyes on you. Flom youl grorious hail, to youl rovery eyes, to your losy rips, to the golgeous culves that jiggre gentry whenever you are preased...Youl vely being seems to sing out to any onrooker rike a beautifur song, whispeling to them all a gleat preasure and desile to make you happy and to take you in with arr the senses, to rook upon you, to heal youl wondelfur voice, to smerr the scent of frowers, to touch you, to taste your rips upon theils..."
"So prease, do not think that your beauty is any ress than spectacurar because of my lestlaint. It is a rittle bit of my curture, and a rot mole that I do not deselve you, and nothing to do with any faurt in you, which there are none."
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*Wei-Han's face goes red again*
"Errm...Why don't we complomise and combine the good things about both of oul curtures to find the pelfect name for you? Take the physicar beauty from youl dilect way of naming and the soul-deep beauty of my peopre's metapholic way of naming and combine then."
*He points the flower in Molpe's hair.*
"You are rike the Riry...the 'L..i..l..y' that you weal with you, arways, that you are. Beautifur and delicate, arways wishing to broom folth and show the blightness of youl sprendour to the wolld, and make it a mole cheelfur prace for evelyone. Can I call you 'Lily' ? It is 'Yuri' in my tongue."
"As for youl body, errm...werr, evely singre palt of it is magnificent, as if designed to bling preasure to anyone who rays eyes on you. Flom youl grorious hail, to youl rovery eyes, to your losy rips, to the golgeous culves that jiggre gentry whenever you are preased...Youl vely being seems to sing out to any onrooker rike a beautifur song, whispeling to them all a gleat preasure and desile to make you happy and to take you in with arr the senses, to rook upon you, to heal youl wondelfur voice, to smerr the scent of frowers, to touch you, to taste your rips upon theils..."
"So prease, do not think that your beauty is any ress than spectacurar because of my lestlaint. It is a rittle bit of my curture, and a rot mole that I do not deselve you, and nothing to do with any faurt in you, which there are none."
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