[ hi everything is terrible so here we are at the food trucks. eiden is gazing tiredly at one of the menus and squinting because he doesn't know what he wants. his stomach is turning. ]
God... nothing sounds good right now...
[ but he should probably eat? he sees zelda probably out of the corner of his eye and calls over with a small wave: ]
[ big same. the frozen yogurt she had this morning is probably the only thing she's eaten today, but none of the fare offered at any of the trucks seems appealing. at the very least, hearing someone addressing her lets her take her mind off the idea of food—when she sees eiden, she gives him a small smile and a shake of her head. ]
It was the least I could do. Though... I'm not entirely sure how much use they'll be.
[ topper, who is crawling up his shoulder, leans forward to say hello, squeaking like he's just havin a normal conversation before trying to get a sniff because he's truly just a little wild animal guy. ]
He's from the forest back home, hangs out with one of my friends. I feel pretty bad that he ended up here with me.
[ zelda loves animals, she will absolutely let topper do what the fuck ever. she extends her hand and lets the lil guy sniff, climb on her, just check her out and stuff. ]
I understand how you feel... but at the same time, he serves as a comfort, doesn't he? A physical reminder of your home... what you must return to.
[ he is pleased, most definitely, tail swishing. he knows a princess when he sees one, it's just pure animal instinct like. built-in. he will nuzzle her hand happily for the moment. ]
Definitely. I'm grateful too, that's for sure. [ grinning ] And I think he really likes you. It's good for him to make friends too.
I've been told I have a way with animals. [ she smiles, giving topper scritches. aw yis. ] I'm not quite sure what it is... I simply treat them as I would any being, with the same kindness and respect that anyone deserves.
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wk 1, friday post-invest
God... nothing sounds good right now...
[ but he should probably eat? he sees zelda probably out of the corner of his eye and calls over with a small wave: ]
Hey... thanks for taking photos this morning.
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It was the least I could do. Though... I'm not entirely sure how much use they'll be.
[ CHAIRS... ]
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Better to not have to worry about having to take pictures tomorrow if the whole mess comes back. We'll need all the time we can get...
[ as he folds his arms over his chest, a tiny head pops out of his jacket and he glances down with a chuckle. ] Sorry, almost squished you...
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Oh, is this Topper?
[ she reads the profiles! ]
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[ topper, who is crawling up his shoulder, leans forward to say hello, squeaking like he's just havin a normal conversation before trying to get a sniff because he's truly just a little wild animal guy. ]
He's from the forest back home, hangs out with one of my friends. I feel pretty bad that he ended up here with me.
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I understand how you feel... but at the same time, he serves as a comfort, doesn't he? A physical reminder of your home... what you must return to.
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Definitely. I'm grateful too, that's for sure. [ grinning ] And I think he really likes you. It's good for him to make friends too.
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[ he smiles warmly at topper. ]
It's taken a long time, but I think I've really gotten to understand him. It just takes a lot of patience.