Ritual. . .?

[wooliefrand]

WHO: ALL
WHERE: THE PASTURE
WHEN: Day 60, Morning

[GOOOOOD MORNING it's been a nice few days, and it's even starting to warm up slightly--oh, wait, never mind. Thick black clouds gather in the sky, and there's a rumbling thunder, with stray lightning bolts here and there. The rain alternates between freezing cold but sparse and just sheets of downpour.

Well if you're determined enough you can still go about your business! Though looking out your window you might catch Blossom running back and forth to SOMEWHERE and also....a tree suddenly in the middle of the pasture. Nothing notable about it for now though.

Anyway how yall doing.


THIS IS A PRE-GAME MINGLE, feel free to chat or go about your day til start time (8PM EST) | RULES | ROOMS | RESULTS ]

Comments

[rugpull]

Uh huh.

[survivaltricks]

Don't look at me like I'm the only one thinking it.

[rugpull]

I mean we all know where I'm at here.

[survivaltricks]

[AFFECTIONATE HAIR RUFFLE]

Yeah, see. This is a judgment free zone.

[rugpull]

Tart's hotter though so m'still winning.

Yer cuter too.

[survivaltricks]

[turning a li'l pink at that, but he does playfully place a hand on his heart]

Aw, Biscuit. You really know how to make a guy swoon.

[rugpull]

I just know truth and speak it.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . ////]

C'mere.

[makes GRABBY HANDS for Biscuit's ears]

[rugpull]

...gimme some food for this later punk.

[dips head towards though]

[survivaltricks]

[aggressive ear scritches with both hands, fingers burying into Biscuit's hair]

Yeah, yeah. I always pay my debts.

[rugpull]

[responds by purring and nuzzling into the touch]

[survivaltricks]

[gentle forehead bump, before he draws back, very much satisfied]

For what it's worth, you're way cuter, too.

[rugpull]

...but not sexy and hot....

[survivaltricks]

Oh.

[lightly, but earnestly]

No, definitely those two things, too. I just didn't think I was allowed to say it.

[rugpull]

Saying truth ain't a crime.

[survivaltricks]

Ah. . .

[. . . clears throat. looks away, a little sheepish]

. . . well. If you say so, then. . .

[rugpull]

Heh.

[survivaltricks]

[sticks out his tongue, playfully]

[rugpull]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . shoves hand into face!!]

[rugpull]

OI

[survivaltricks]

You're looking at me like. . . like. . .

[LIKE WHAT, LUPIN]

[rugpull]

[snaps teeth at]