sheep_game | a ding dang mingle

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a ding dang mingle

WHO: anyone
WHERE: anywhere
WHEN: Day 9, morning through to late afternoon

[well there's still new landmarks to explore, new teammates (and new ragged individuals) to meet. occasional gunfire's been resounding through the woods sometimes, scaring birds up into the air and sending wandering pygmidillos in the meadow askitter.

what are you up to this fine day?]

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[nods to the ghost sheep, who moves the basket a little closer, but stops JUST before the point where Leona wouldn't have to stretch for it anymore]

Acceptable?

Li'l closer.

[ok if he fucks with him anymore it'll probably give the game away

the sheep does another grumpy little baa and finally shoves the basket into reach]

[ takes the peach. ]

Thanks.

[ at least he has that manner. that one singular manner ]

You are welcome.

[faintly amused for a moment, the briefest flicker of emotion]

Should I arrange further trading through you, or your companion?

[ . . .

looks at him like

do i look like i'm the one with the lemons. do i look like i'm carrying any lemons on me. ]

[he literally can't see the expression Leona is making because Leona looks like his horribly dead dad, which is a damn shame

when the silence stretches a bit, he does nod, though]

Very well, I'll speak to him.