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Shoreline Waiting Room
βAudio and tides, check.
Chat... Behaving, maybe?β
The screen fades in before the countdown even finishes. It was a few seconds too early. The shoreline seems busy today. Waves overlap each other the same way chat messages do. Aquamarine settles in, the streamβs going on live whether they are ready or not.
βWoahβwait, okay okay. Hi, Chat! Iβm here! Too early... Again, you say? Yeah, I know. SO, I double check the list of this monthβs Pearls of the Tide before our zatsu, ANDDD they go to @littlejeans, @TheMorseviic, @Rocheveil, @Heeliarch, @TheSchroder, @HouseOfEtherhail and @TheBloometh!β
Aquamarine sits back, feeling satisfied, watching the name ripple through the chat like dropped pebbles.
Stream ending in 3... 2... 1.
Otsupies, @DropTheScythe! π¬
Shoreline Waiting Room
βAudio and tides, check.
Chat... Behaving, maybe?β
The screen fades in before the countdown even finishes. It was a few seconds too early. The shoreline seems busy today. Waves overlap each other the same way chat messages do. Aquamarine settles in, the streamβs going on live whether they are ready or not.
βWoahβwait, okay okay. Hi, Chat! Iβm here! Too early... Again, you say? Yeah, I know. SO, I double check the list of this monthβs Pearls of the Tide before our zatsu, ANDDD they go to @littlejeans, @TheMorseviic, @Rocheveil, @Heeliarch, @TheSchroder, @HouseOfEtherhail and @TheBloometh!β
Aquamarine sits back, feeling satisfied, watching the name ripple through the chat like dropped pebbles.
Stream ending in 3... 2... 1.
Otsupies, @DropTheScythe! π¬
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house of
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πͺ½πββ¬οΈπ² ΰΉΰ£ two worlds mixed together
the chime hangs in the clammy squall. stitching the inaction to the cumbersome fragrance of crushed peonies and damp universe ΰ£ͺ Λ π
arguing with
thus angel
house of
the nocturne