𝑷uck
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𝑷uck
@robairneach
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A hand is extended, expectant. That’s his apple — it wasn’t offered for eating. ❝ And who sets the rules, hm? Who lays the board and gives the players purpose? ❞

Odin harrumphs in annoyance, turning back to his book now that Mimir hasn’t fallen over. ❝ We never decided on rules. It isn’t cheating if there isn’t rules, Puck. ❞

And my eyes are the best.

He is beautiful, goat breath.


Well, that’s just egregious. Odin stares, slack jawed for all of ten seconds before he remembers himself. Hands find an apple on the corner of his desk — he throws it at Mimir without warning, attempting to knock him off balance.

Yeah. Have you seen the other Gradungr? Gulltoppr is special.

Staring over the edge of his book. His eye flicks from the page to Mimir’s form and then back to the page. Mimir can do better than that.

Hmph. I bet he sounded just perfect. He was the most golden of the cats.

He’s in a supervisory mood. One understands, surely. But please — continue.

Better than your little Gradungr cub hiss.


