You know, whatever Tingle did to land himself in the Windfall Island Jail… he probably deserved it.
why are those dr. tingle asmr videos so relaxing
“You’re not wearing that, are you? Out? In public?” Dorian’s eyes lingered across his commander’s armor, his eyebrows raising higher and higher, and his look of judgement–which at default was already higher than most’s–increasing visibly by the second. “Finally, I am fighting for someone with a half decent sense of style, and my eyes are to be assaulted with that?” In truth, there was nothing wrong with her outfit–it was probably quite protective; she was always finding new and increasingly durable armors on their travels (her skills of collection, of knowing which enemies to plunder were impeccable, if he did say so himself). But it was before breakfast, he hadn’t killed a demon in days, and Dorian was generally looking for something to complain about.
He had paused with a book in his hand, which he now tossed into the pile he had already deemed useless. Without looking up again, he grabbed another book, cleared his throat, and said, “If you have found a matching piece for me, please do save your time and voice and offer it to Blackwell. I require very particular measurements.”
Shoutout to Tingle