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[chasseurdebeaute]

WHO: Daffodil (and visitors)
WHERE: Daffodil
WHEN: Day 90, late afternoon

[At some point when they day is starting to cool off, a chunk of Daffodil's roof will be suddenly consumed by plush pillows, thick knit blankets, futon cushions, and possibly some corduroy stuffed animals. All of it smells gently like fresh grass, leaves, or woods. Where is the culprit?]

Comments

[rugpull]

Though ya should gimme treats ALL the time!

[chasseurdebeaute]

I don't mind doing it to see your tail wag.

[rugpull]

Long as ya ain't touch.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Naturally! I wouldn't wish to interrupt an expression of joy!

[rugpull]

No touchy even when not wagging.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Mm, you shall have nothing to fear so long as I am not on the hunt--that is the most truthful word I can give.

[rugpull]

Give up hunting.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Mais non, I could never.

[rugpull]

Why?

[chasseurdebeaute]

However your body may appear, you would not think of yourself as an herbivore, non? It is the same for me, hunting is in my blood.

[rugpull]

Come from a long line of terror?

[chasseurdebeaute]

My family has certainly had time to accrue the unusual.

[rugpull]

What do they even do...

[chasseurdebeaute]

It's better not to say.

[rugpull]

Murder for hire.

[chasseurdebeaute]

Ohlàlà, that is quite the imagination, Biscuit-kun!