W4 Curfew: OUR HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR HOUSE OUR HOUSE IN THE MIDDL

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[fluffier]

Yeah. [ rests her head on his shoulder. ] We had so much fun... in the kitchen.

[ did they? ]

[probe]

....we did? Are you-- sure you have the right person?

[he. he's too polite to nudge her to move, but he's just frozen right where he is. help him, what's happening.]

[fluffier]

[ stares directly at him ]

What's yer name?

[probe]

--I'm Envy?

[I'm so sorry I love yuel so much but he definitely looks a little upset at that, shifting to lean a little more heavily against wrath.]

[fluffier]

[ i'm sorry please protect envy ]

Then I do have the right person!! Didja forget?

[probe]

Oh-- OH, you mean last week, I couldn't remember anything from this week-- sorry, um, dying is a little disorienting, that part never really goes away.

[he's just quietly relieved she didn't actually forget his name.]

[fluffier]

That was really bad. [ and she says this with genuine sympathy, before starting to pat his body. ] I'm glad everything went back inside.

[probe]

It always does! Really, it's fine, I don't die.

[he. awkwardly pats her shoulder?

he kind of glances at her tail also because if she's fine with being touchy he super wants to pet it...]

[fluffier]

[ she's worming closer to him ]

It still has to hurt...

[ he can pet if he's brave enough! she enjoys it ]