[ The air is nice and crispy at the park and Seodore is here tossing some chex mix to a squirrel. It scarfs it down immediately and decides to sit on his shoe.
Whatever. It'll work out for the rest of us if these things just run right up expecting food, anyway-- if we manage to run out of supplies, they'll really help out~
W0 Sunday before the party
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This is his life now. ]
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[she's perched somewhere nearby, legs crossed, watching him.]
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[ ... Sure.
He tosses another chex mix pretzel at it. ]
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[why. they're squirrels.]
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[ He has that :3c sort of face when he turns to look back at her. ]
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[ He lifts his leg a little with the squirrel still on it. It stares at W for a moment before hopping down Seodore's leg.
Then it launches itself at her shoe. ]
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because she reflexively kicks it. nope!! do not!]
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Poor thing. Afraid that it has rabies?
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[totally unrepentant. sorry, squirrel.]
It jumped at me, what'd you expect?
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[ No, but that would be funny. ]
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[ lmao ]
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[he could be calling her squirrel exploder right now.]
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[ By saving it from a different fate of W ratshaking it??? ]
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[ Girl... your belongings. He knows what that looks like... ]
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[she wouldn't waste a perfectly good grenade on that... but he doesn't have to know.]
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He reaches out to grab one of her hair antennas. ]
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-ooh, bold. You sure you wanna play like that?
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[ He laughs. ]
You better kill me in one shot or I might just give you a small bald spot~
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