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[rugpull]

WHO: Daffodil
WHERE: Daffodil!!11
WHEN: Daf--Day 28, night

[Good luck to everyone avoiding feelings or having feelings in this house

Guests enter at your own risk we have at attack Pudding and we're not afraid to use him]

Comments

[secondbornsun]

[ congrats you reunited tart with his depression

once he's done with bird murder he's going to bed. no dinner. good night ]

[rugpull]

[HAVE A COLD LONELY BISCUIT FREE SLUMBER]

[secondbornsun]

[ noooooooooooooooooooooo..........................................

noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..................................................

nnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo............................................. ]

[rugpull]

[BISCUIT HAS DEPRESSION NOW DUE TO THINKING TOO HARD ABOUT TARTS DEPRESSION AND ALSO THE BIRDS ARENT ALL DEAD WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY SOMETHING SOMETHING

going to just eat a lemon. straight up a whole lemon, peel and all.

nom.]

[afineknight]

[ Crois is just sitting downstairs with a cup of tea and a blanket over his shoulders. ]

If anyone knocks on the door, I vote for us not answering it.

[rugpull]

Seconded.

[afineknight]

Tyr might come by. I'm fine with that.

[electricflock]

[skittering downstairs to the kitchen for food]

Had rough day?

[afineknight]

Very rough, yes.

[ he has a BLANKET and TEA and TYR is visiting so he's. on the mend. ]

What about you?

[survivaltricks]

[KNOCK KNOCK DAFFODIL]

[rugpull]

[Opens door but it was because he was on his way out




Grabs by the collar and drags away with him]

No shepherd visits today.

[survivaltricks]

[opens mouth to say something but then he is DRAGGED AWAY— startled noise!1]

[nevertheless, he doesn't resist]

— okay, but I wasn't here on Shepherd business.

[afineknight]

[ He has a blanket over his shoulders and a cup of tea and just, like.

shrugs when Biscuit starts ushering Lupin away.

SORRY DUDE!! minuetcharon splash damage. ]

[survivaltricks]

[VALID!! he is comin' for u later mister]

[villainrole]

[survivaltricks]

[electricflock]

[muffin came home through the hayloft and hasn’t been downstairs except to grab dinner-to-go, don’t worry about it]

[rugpull]

[My son is full of adorable betrayal love you son]

[apothekitty]

[ here is another knocking at Daffodil's door. apothecary cat bringing home a dead mouse (furi: drugs) that she killed (made) for you. ]

[rugpull]

[Door open]

Oh you.

Guess yer allowed.

[apothekitty]

[ she's got a big ol basket in her arms ]

Thank you.

I even know some of what happened, this time.

[electricflock]

[peeking downstairs when he hears her about]

Um! Miss Pharmacist!

[leonheartedly]

[another visitor for Daffodil, knock knock]

[apothekitty]

[ if Ruggie has already left, then she's opening the door.

her collar is still black though. ]

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No.

[electricflock]

[spots him at the door… considers crois…

gets another mug of tea going for tyr]