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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, NINEHEADED. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 009.21.328.89 *** NineHeaded has joined 009.21.328.89 <NineHeaded> this is kuzuryuu fuyuhiko. <NineHeaded> you're probbaly better off coming to find me than leaving a message on this piece ofshit. <NineHeaded> but whatever. if it's not stupid,i'll get back to you whenever i open my laptop again. | ||||
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[Obviously. Doesn't everyone do that?]
...and some of them actually taste pretty good. Did you know Milkbone biscuits are surprisingly healthy? They're like, definitely human grade food, and they're pretty great for snacking on if you have something to drink with them. They're really dry, but tasty.
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Okay, I guess I get where you're coming from with that, and it's uh...considerate? But...you know a dog's sense of taste isn't the same as a human's, right?
[Also that's just...]
[Why.]
[Just why.]
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[Because that's clearly what that means. Dogs like pizza, bacon, hamburgers, candy like...come on.]
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[Though he's speaking less out of experience as a part-dog and more out of "living with the Super High School Level Animal Breeder for half a year" experience.]
But going back to the chocolate thing...I'm actually not sure. This is the first time the issue's come up, so I'm gonna wait till the fog's over to test it. I mean...I'm not actually a dog so I'd think I'm fine, but... [He drags a paw down the side of his face, probably getting glitter all over his cheek.] my tastes aren't the same as they used to be before the whole werewolf thing, so who the fuck knows.
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Okay, I trust you. And yeah it's...pfftt...it's probably better to wait. Don't want to get sick eating all that yummy chocolate. That'd be the worst!
Pfft---
[Nope, can't help herself, she's giggling.]
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What're you laughing at, huh?
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[Nope, those giggles are laughs now, because that just looks so silly! All over in his fur like that...she knows it's her fault, but she just can't help it.]
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[He shakes his hand off, doing his best to rid it of all the sparkly flakes before blindly wiping at his cheek. It's...not working as well as he's hoping. Now his cheek fur is all fluffed out and only some of the glitter is actually gone.]
What'd you use this much for, anyway? Jeez, there's enough here for a whole 'nother card.
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H-here, here, let me help. You just fluffed up your fur instead of getting anything out of it. And I used a lot because cards need a lot!
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I'd hate to see how much of this stuff you used total, if this is the right amount for one card...
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[A lot. She used a lot. Her and Dipper's room is probably nothing but glitter at this point. They don't sleep in beds, they just sleep in piles of glitter and craft supplies.]
Almost got it...
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...only four, really?
[He pretty much expected her to all but skip through the streets, flinging sweets at everybody she came across. Especially If she made him one?? He did not realize he was quite so special.]
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[And this is actually pretty disappointing, judging by the way she's pouting.]
If I could make one for everyone I would have...I'm going to have to stockpile for next year.
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[What the hell though, WHY NOT ASK THE GRUNKLES FOR MORE MOOLAH?]
Well I'm...flattered to be included in that four, in that case. [Okay, well more like stunned mostly but...flattered too, yes. The concept of people outside of his family (both blood and otherwise) is still kind of a strange one, but...feels good, man. Feels good.]
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You're welcome! And there, all better. For the most part. There's still some glitter there, but at least it's not all glitter and all floof now.
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[He's just...gonna shake a much of the excess glitter off this card as he can before gently rolling it up to stick it in his pants pocket.]
So...what exactly did you want to do? Or was that it?
[Just give him the card and go? Or are they hanging out. He's not sure what to do.]
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A castle?!
[Nothing else matters. He lives in a castle this is the most important thing.]
You live in a castle? That's so cool! You have to show me sometime, I want to see your castle!
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[Cliche and boring European castles!!]
But sure, I can show you sometime.
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[She bounces on her toes a little, though the action is too awkward to maintain for long with double ankles and she kind of...ends up stumbling and falling over with a squeak.
Those long arms are useless when they're just kind of flailing a little, trying to figure out how to catch herself...she'll be okay if she hits the ground but if you can catch her Fuyuhiko that'd be cool too. Either way, there's a soft "owwwww" from the little girl.]
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You alright? Maybe we oughta get you back to your house...really, I'm surprised you walked this far on legs like these.
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They're kind of hard to walk around on, but I have to try if I want to see any of my friends...you're all worth it.
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[RIGHT THROUGH THE HEART. FRIENDS????]
[What is with all these people just throwing that word around so casually??]
W-well, it's not like people can't come and see you, right? I mean...I think most people would understand how hard it'll be on you till your legs finish...whatever it is they're doing. [WHY ARE YOUR CHANGES SO WEIRD, MABEL.] Personally, I'd rather you not break your legs and fuck 'em up, so...
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Well...I mean I guess.
[But at the same time there's so much to see and do in Bavan? She loves her family and loves the peninsula version of the Shack, but they have so many cool things in the city. It's a city, not a dinky (but charming) little town like Gravity Falls!]
I wish they'd just finish already. They're cool with how weird they are, but they're getting awfully annoying!
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