dormes-vous? dormes-vous?

[crittersheep]

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Pastureland and the world of dreams alike
WHEN: Night 25

Well, that life sure has been slicing, except where it hasn't. It's been a long day. Why not take a night walk? Or lay down and... oh, oh, the dreams are mixing again.

Comments

[apothekitty]

What part of your basement means my room in any capacity?

[secondbornsun]

???

Ya wanted a basement??

[ in

the family g ]

[apothekitty]

[ IT TAKES HER A MOMENT

LOADING...

LOADING......

LOADING......... ]




You remembered that?!

[secondbornsun]

[ stares at her like was he not supposed to ]

[apothekitty]

[ stares at him like he has three heads ]

[secondbornsun]

. . .






Did Crois not tell you anything.

[ crois didn't know tart this is your fault ]

[apothekitty]

If it's your idea, shouldn't you be the one to tell me?!

[secondbornsun]

I ain't your boss, he is. I had shit t'do.

[ like lie down on the rooftop ]

1/2

[apothekitty]

[ WHAT IF I JUST CLIMBED UP ONTO THAT ROOF AND SHOVED YOU RIGHT OFF OF IT ]

[apothekitty]

Did he know about this?

1/2

[secondbornsun]

[ grumbled ]

He's the one who started it . . .

[ "started it" "asked tart if maomao could have her workshop in daffodil's pasture for convenience" is not "starting it" ]

Whatever.

[ flaps his hand, dismissive. who cares about that now. there's plenty of time at a later date to assign blame to all parties responsible for this fucking fiasco but for the moment can they just focus on the matter at hand ]

[secondbornsun]

We're havin' the clinic built as an extension of Daffodil's barn, since we pretty much border every other barn. But your line of work needs more than just a place to receive patients, yeah? And there's the issue of appropriate storage space 'n preservation 'n safety 'n all that.

Ya don't seem like the kind'a person who needs much room for sleepin', and anyway, ya seem like you'd sleep better bein' close t'your work. Since your li'l workshop's here too, it don't make any sense for ya t'stay at the outskirts of town, yeah? And we could afford t'use the space ourselves for food storage.

So.

[ do u follow him ]

[apothekitty]

[ unfortunately, despite the fact that she hates every second of it, she does ]

...I usually sleep in my workshop. So I don't need a lot of space, that's true. So... a bed, and perhaps a chest for my own personal belongings.

It would be nice to have one extra set of clothes.

[secondbornsun]

If yain't already, talk t'Biscuit 'bout your measurements.

'n if ya got food sensitivities, talk to him 'bout that too.

[apothekitty]

...

Buckwheat noodles.

[secondbornsun]

[ . . .

did i not just say tell biscuit ]

[apothekitty]

[ stares at him like what're you gonna do about it. ]

[secondbornsun]

. . .

. . .




[ resigned ]

'll let him know.

[apothekitty]

Thank you, Tart-xiansheng.

[secondbornsun]

You're welcome, Miss Liquorice.

[apothekitty]

...is that one of my names now?

[secondbornsun]

[ ]

I'm not hearin' a complaint.

[apothekitty]

That's because I'm not.

[ but she will still answer to every other name people have given her ]

[secondbornsun]

Good.

a little pleased tail flick ]

G'night, Miss Liquorice.

[apothekitty]

[ she puts her hands together for a little bow ]

Good night.