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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

[secondbornsun]

Exactly.

[rugpull]

Yer smarts are hot.

[secondbornsun]

Thanks very much.

[ reaching daffodil's roof and dropping biscuit onto a pile of pillows ]

[rugpull]

[grabs a pillow, snugs it to his chest]

...do ya need like I dunno crossword puzzles or something.

[secondbornsun]

You should focus on lockin' your food up. I'm serious about my appetite.

[rugpull]

...should. Should I hunt for ya, Tart?

[secondbornsun]

While you're still like this? Hell no.

[rugpull]

[...snaps jaw a few times. weakly. pathetically]

....yeh not like this. But later.

Later 'll treat ya to a piggie or somethin' nice. Barbecue.

[secondbornsun]

You really gonna be able to handle givin' me a whole pig?

[rugpull]

[very correctly presumes he means sharing and not the actual hunting part]

...I can do it cuz. I love ya. And. Stuff.

[pained]

[secondbornsun]

I'll look forward to it~

[rugpull]

...a medium pig.

I can sha--I mean give up a medium pig.

Easy.

No problem.