่Šฑ ๅใ ็—…ใ€‚ ็Ÿญ็ทจ้›†๏ผˆๅฅ‡็—…&็—…ๆฐ—)

*.๏พŸ็งใฏ่Šฑๅใ็—…*.๏พŸ

How did that not make him a good guy..? No pressure or pushing others to respond! A set of footsteps could be heard as the two angels entered the room, followed by a gasp. He had felt so utterly sick ever since he conceived - it had taken up most of his energy. If that meant what he thought it meant... Erza shifted in his seat, shaking his head to clear his thoughts and smiling up at the old beast. He blinked, his wings unfurling from his back as he smiled and got up from his seat. Eventually, he seemed to be just relieved to hear that Thyme claimed experience and was prone to help him out. The fallen angel struggled to form a sentence, glaring at the table, even as Risto offered the two another cup of tea. A hilarious circle of Erza laughing harder as the old demon became more flustered and - the old demon becoming more flustered the harder Erza laughed. His wings wilted a little, but he still kept them protectively covering himself. Risto would turn and see another man who stared at him in awe, his skin a soft, angelic porcelain. He laughed harder as the old beast only grew more flustered. The fluffier angel took his cup of green tea, taking a few gulps as the old man turned his back on the two of them. turning his amber gaze back to Thyme, he..... He passed by the old beast, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before moving over to the stove to check on the food. ใพใŸๅƒ•ใฏๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰่Šฑใ‚’ๅใ„ใŸ ใงใ‚‚ไปŠๅ›žใฏๆ˜จๆ—ฅใจใฏ้•ใฃใŸ ็›ธๅค‰ใ‚ใ‚‰ใšไฝ•ใฎ่Šฑใชใฎใ‹ใฏๅˆ†ใ‹ใ‚‰ใชใ„ใŒใ€ใใฎ่‰ฒ ใฏๆฑบใ—ใฆๆฑšใ„่‰ฒใงใฏใชใใ€ไฝ•ใจใชใใใฎ่Šฑใฎๆœฌๆฅ ใฎ่‰ฒใซ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸ ๆ˜จๆ—ฅใ‚ˆใ‚Šๅฐ‘ใ—็†่งฃใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ‹ใ‚‰.. Erza continued to cook behind the two, feeling holy magic fill the air. He also looked a bit more nervous now, even more than before. Honestly admitting that this offer would be in his favor, very much so. A couple of wooden boxes, covered with cloth. It appeared he just wantedโ€ฆsomething to do. He blinked, swiftly let that thought pass and gave Erza a nod. The old sea beast watched patiently as both of them sit down, before he placed two fresh cups of green tea for them onto the table. ใ“ใฎใŠ่ฉฑใฎไธปไบบๅ…ฌใงใ‚ใ‚‹ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅ้ฆ™ใฏใ€ ๅฝผๅฅณใŒๆ‰€ๅฑžใ™ใ‚‹้ƒจๆดปใซใ‚ณใƒผใƒใจใ—ใฆใ‚„ใฃใฆใใŸ ๅฒฉๆฏ›้‰„็”ทใจใ„ใ†็”ทใซๆ‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใงใ™ใŒใ€ ๆ˜Žใ‚‰ใ‹ใซ่บซๅˆ†้•ใ„ใฎๆ‹ใ€ ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅ้ฆ™ใฏ็‰‡ๆ€ใ„ใฎ่‹ฆใ—ใ•ใซๆ‚ถใ€…ใจๆ€ใ„ๆ‚ฉใ‚€ใ“ใจใซใชใ‚Šใพใ™ใ€‚ He smiled sweetly, craning his neck to look up at the old beast. The old man swiftly cleaned off his hands with a cloth, before coming to greet the new guest. Gathering pots and tools with a stoic calmth, the old beast turned his head when Erza suddenly stood up and was about to welcome their friend. Erza glanced back down at the table, fiddling with the cracked paint. He looked so relaxed, which had Erza realizing that this must be something he enjoyed doing. The fluffier of the two continued to stare at Erza, smiling fondly at him. Part 5 โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- Erza was quick to try to move his hand away when Thyme squeezed it, faltering when he saw how relieved the old demon looked. Yeah, I suppose I am a tad hungry. continued to look at him expectantly. And Risto, this is Thyme... Something that would let him stand for a little bit. ใ„ใ‚„ใ€ใใ‚‰ ใ‚‹ใ•ใ‚“ใฎใ“ใจใ ใ‹ใ‚‰็—…ๆฐ—ใฎใ“ใจใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฎๆ‹ๅฟƒใ‚‚่กจ็ซ‹ ใฃใฆๆฐ—ๆŒใกๆ‚ชใ„ใชใ‚“ใฆ่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใฏ็„กใ„ใ ใ‚ใ† ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅ†…ๅฟƒใ‚ใพใ‚Š่‰ฏใใฏๆ€ใ‚ใชใ„ใฏใšใ  ใฒใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใŸใ‚‰ๅŒๆƒ…ใงไป˜ใๅˆใŠใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œ ใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ใใฃใจใ€ๅƒ•ใ‚‚ใใ‚‰ใ‚‹ใ•ใ‚“ใ‚‚ใใ‚Œใฏๆœ› ใพใชใ„ ๅƒ•ใฏใ€ใใ‚‰ใ‚‹ใ•ใ‚“ใซๅซŒใ‚ใ‚Œใฆๆœ€ๆœŸใ‚’่ฟŽใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏ ใ—ใŸใใชใ„ ใ“ใ‚Œใฏไป–ใงใ‚‚ใชใๅƒ•ใฎๆˆ‘ๅ„˜ใ  ใ ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅใ€ใใ‚‰ใ‚‹ใ•ใ‚“ใจๆœ€ๅพŒใซ่ฉฑใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ€็ต‚ ใ‚ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ Sending random starters through inboxes is fine as well! The old demon stopped staring down at his tea as soon as he was addressed again. The old man swiftly cleaned off his hands with a cloth, before coming to greet the new guest. He watched as he finished with removing his makeup, his eyes following his hands as he set the materials to the side. Thyme took the time to turn, glancing up at the old beast once more. Putting the make up removal tools neatly aside, the large man rose from the chair again and moved his heavy self back to the stove. Startled, he turned his gaze towards the angel and just watched his amusement. When Thyme mentioned the keyword midwife, the massive man was suddenly the one who grew a tad nervous, it seemed. He swallowed thickly and froze for a split second. While that smile of his grew and glinted with something that possibly.... He saw that strained smile, Erza frowning thoughtfully. welcome you to work for me. He laughed harder as the old beast only grew more flustered. Or rather, what was behind it. well, a rather threatening appearance, he seemed to do his best not to creepily loom over the two of them. He smiled softly in understanding, nodding. quite familiar to himself, in the very same context. Hesistantly, he smiled a crooked, insecure one, while one of his large hands unconsciously shifted to rest on his lower abdomen, that showed a significant bump underneath the layers of cloth. The air shifted again, as Thyme eased up, his magic ebbing away to something much less intense. By now, he was as red as a tomato. It appeared he just wanted... Thyme instead perked up as Risto turned to face him again, speaking. He watched as he finished with removing his makeup, his eyes following his hands as he set the materials to the side. Erza blinked as he revealed the gestation period. Erza got up without much of a sound, glancing over at Risto. Part 5 โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- Erza was quick to try to move his hand away when Thyme squeezed it, faltering when he saw how relieved the old demon looked. Therefore, both Thyme and Erza were presented with a tired, very thankful old smile of the infamous old thunder beast. ใใ‚Œใฏๆถˆ ใ—ๅŽปใ‚‹ใซใฏใ‚ใพใ‚Šใซใ‚‚ๆทฑใ™ใŽใŸ ไธกๆ€ใ„๏ผŸ่จ€ใ†ใพใงใ‚‚ใชใ็„ก็†ใซๆฑบใพใฃใฆใ‚‹ ๅƒ•ใ‚ˆใ‚Šไฝ•ๅ€ใ‚‚ใ‹ใฃใ“ใ‚ˆใใฆๆ€งๆ ผใ‚‚่‰ฏใใฆๆญŒใ‚‚ไธŠๆ‰‹ ใชใใ‚‰ใ‚‹ใ•ใ‚“ใŒใ€ใ‚ˆใ‚Šใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆใ“ใ‚“ใชๅ‡บๆฅๆใชใ„ ใฎ็”ทใชใ‚“ใฆ้ธใถใ‚ใ‘ใŒใชใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ‹ ใใ†่€ƒใˆใฆใ„ใ‚‹้–“ใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฎๅฃใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏ็ตถใˆ้–“ใชใ่Šฑใฏ ๅ‡บ็ถšใ‘ใ‚‹ ใ‚ใ‚.. If that meant what he thought it meantโ€ฆ Erza got up without much of a sound, glancing over at Risto. Despite being huge and havingโ€ฆwell, a rather threatening appearance, he seemed to do his best not to creepily loom over the two of them. Hence the obvious lack of equipment he had brought along. Half of his face was clean and fully removed of the colorful paint, while the other was still looking like a long and event full date night. A couple of wooden boxes, covered with cloth. ่Šฑๅใไน™ๅฅณ ใฎใ‚ใ‚‰ใ™ใ˜ ใ“ใฎๆผซ็”ปใฏใ€็‰‡ๆ€ใ„ใ‚’ใ“ใ˜ใ‚‰ใ›ใฆ่‹ฆใ—ใใชใ‚‹ใจ็ช็„ถ่Šฑใ‚’ๅใ„ใฆใ—ใพใ† ใ€Œๅ˜”ๅไธญๆžข่Šฑ่ขซๆ€ง็–พๆ‚ฃใ€้€š็งฐใ€Œ่Šฑๅใ็—…ใ€ใจใ„ใ†็—…ใŒ่”“ๅปถใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใจใ„ใ† ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจไธๆ€่ญฐใชไธ–็•Œ่ฆณใงๆใ‹ใ‚ŒใŸใŠ่ฉฑใงใ™ใ€‚

ๅ‰ตไฝœๅฅ‡็—…ไธ€่ฆง (ใใ†ใ•ใใใณใ‚‡ใ†ใ„ใกใ‚‰ใ‚“)ใจใฏใ€ใƒ”ใ‚ฏใ‚ทใƒ–็™พ็ง‘ไบ‹ๅ…ธใ€‘

For such a hulk of a monstrous man. He quickly took the pot off of the heat of the stove as it finished cooking, a little bit louder than he wanted as he quickly made his way for the door. Or rather, what was behind it. Hello everyone, my name is Leo! As tired as he looked, he also look rather relaxed. Hesistantly, he smiled a crooked, insecure one, while one of his large hands unconsciously shifted to rest on his lower abdomen, that showed a significant bump underneath the layers of cloth. ใ“ใฎๆผซ็”ปใซใฏใ‚ณใƒผใƒใซๆ‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸๅฅณๅญ้ซ˜ๆ ก็”Ÿใ€ ๆ‰‹ใฎๅฑŠใ‹ใชใ„ๅฅณๆ€งใซๆ‹ใ‚’ใ—ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸๅ…ƒใ‚ญใƒฃใƒๅฌขใ€ ่Šฑๅใ็—…ใŒๅŽŸๅ› ใงใ„ใ˜ใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใŸ็ตŒ้จ“ใ‚’ๆŒใค้’ๅนดใชใฉ ใ€Œ่Šฑๅใ็—…ใ€ใซใพใคใ‚ใ‚‹ๆง˜ใ€…ใชไบบ็‰ฉใŒ็™ปๅ ดใ™ใ‚‹ใฎใงใ™ใŒใ€ ใใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ไปŠๅ›žใฏๅฅณๅญ้ซ˜ๆ ก็”Ÿใฎใ‚นใƒˆใƒผใƒชใƒผใ‚’ๆŠœ็ฒ‹ใ—ใพใ™ใ€‚ When Thyme mentioned the keyword midwife, the massive man was suddenly the one who grew a tad nervous, it seemed. He pressed into it gently, a tender smile creeping onto his face as his wings stretched and draped around the sides of his middle, almost protectively. He turned and tried to focus on cooking the meal for the three of them. Erza, finishing half of his mug of tea, was quick to add to his list. The two snapped back to attention as Risto sat across from them. Could you make an extra serving for him? Unsure of what exactly to make out of Thymes response so far, he just kept maintaining his smile and...... Whether or not it was because of the state of his makeup was unknown. A very specific kind of magic, it seemed, feeling unfamiliar to the old man from the sea. A set of footsteps could be heard as the two angels entered the room, followed by a gasp. The fallen angel struggled to form a sentence, glaring at the table, even as Risto offered the two another cup of tea. Therefore he had been so eagerly looking for a midwife - to help and guide him through the next weeks, where he felt unable to. His gesture underlined his words, by welcoming Thyme as well as Erza back inside. Half of his face was clean and fully removed of the colorful paint, while the other was still looking like a long and event full date night. Thyme took another sip at his tea, setting down his mug as he elaborated. The other angel threw Erza a fond, of not slightly chastising glance before returning his gaze to Risto. He could feel the young ones within, he could feel their life force. Shifting, underneath skin and a lot of layered robes. ใใ—ใฆใใฎๆ™‚ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅ้ฆ™ใฏใ‚ณใƒผใƒใฎใ“ใจใ‚’่€ƒใˆใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ ่Šฑใ‚’ๅใ„ใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใฎใงใ™๏ผ ไพ‹ใˆๅŒใ˜ๆ‹ใซ่‹ฆใ—ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใจใ—ใฆใ‚‚ ็™บ็—‡ใ™ใ‚‹ไบบใฏใพใฐใ‚‰ใ ใจ่จ€ใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹็—…ใชใฎใงใ€ ๆ˜Žๆ—ฅ้ฆ™ใฏๆœ€ๅˆ่‡ชๅˆ†ใŒ่Šฑๅใ็—…ๆŒใกใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใณใฃใใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ—ใพใ†ใฎใงใ™ใŒใ€ ใ€Œใƒžใƒž๏ผ๏ผใ‚ฒใƒญ่Šฑๅใ„ใกใ‚ƒใฃใŸ๏ผ๏ผใ€ ใจใจใฆใ‚‚ๅฅณๅญ้ซ˜ๆ ก็”Ÿใจใฏๆ€ใˆใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚ปใƒชใƒ•ใ‚’็™บใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ทใƒผใƒณใซใฏใ€ ๆ€ใ‚ใš็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ—ใพใ„ใพใ—ใŸใ€‚

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