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happycamper had never tried tea before, surprisingly enough. the bountiful amount of herbs, flowers, and other types of vegetation he'd grown back in his cabin would say otherwise. yet his lack of knowledge on preparing tea always held him back from using them other than to heal and provide comfort through visual senses and scents. majority of the time he would prepare coffee, which his handy dandy coffee machine always came in to save the day. he was - and still is - an avid drinker of coffee. he needed the jolts caffeine gave on a daily basis, whether it be him staying up late to look out for visitors, taking care of said-visitors, or just needed to finish up any duty he couldn't finish in the sun's light. sure, he lost some sleep, but he'd lose days of it if it meant giving back the best comfort for anyone visiting. yet he did wonder many times as to how a good cup of any type of tea would taste like.

happycamper had been lounging nearby lightly strumming the strings on his ukulele when the familiar voice of miss belladonna reached his ears. quickly he stopped moving his paws and turned his head to see the feline surrounded by what he could see as little cups. he stood up slowly while listening to the rest of her words. tea? and support? a soft smile appeared on his maw as he slung the ukulele across the back. that was an awfully sweet thing to host. he briefly wondered if miss belladonna would like some of his sweets to be put next to her tea, but his lack of satchel made him throw out the idea. stepping around a few uprooted roots, the chipper feline made his way over to miss belladonna and a stranger. once he got there, he gingerly sat down near miss belladonna. "hello there, miss belladonna! you look lovely this evening, and i hope you're feeling well!" he greeted softly, giving her a smile before looking over to phobeus, "hello to you as well! i don't think i've meet you before, but my name's happycamper, and it's a pleasure meeting you!" his genuine smile grew even wider at the idea of being able to befriend the stranger. without thinking on asking for his name, the ginger feline looked over at the empty teacups. he reached over to the teapot and tried his best to pour himself some tea, letting out small 'darn!'s every time he spilled a bit. after filling up his cup, he retrieved it and went back to sitting comfortably, casting a sheepish smile to belladonna. "sorry for the mess i've made, miss belladonna. i've never served myself tea, or have tried any before, actually. but this smells amazing, so i bet it'll taste just the same!"

he was taking a small sip when phobeus brought up 'daddy issues'. happy lightly choked on his tea and quickly set it down, coughing a bit to clear his throat. afterwards, he gave an apologetic smile to the two of them there. he'd completely forgotten about the 'support' aspect of the little gathering. he had already planned not to speak up about his own problems. they were troublesome, yes, sometimes coming back to haunt him, but he was not ready to share them to the world. after all, he'd rather focus on being a lending ear than giving more problems for others to deal with. and, not to mention, daddy issues hit close to home. once he composed himself, the ginger feline gave a nod to him, "by all means, go ahead, sir. we're here to listen and help out the best we can!" he casted bella a look, as if silently asking for permission, before looking back at the larger feline.

Slowly and rather reluctantly, much to his own surprise, a young figure had begun to make his way over with his own gloom and anger following with him wherever he went. Of course, this was none other than Buggedout with a rather soft and clean coat at the moment compared to his usually ratty curls that would pop up in his fur when being neglected and despite the fact he was well groomed, his paws dragged and his body slumped as he drew closer with his eyes quickly flicking from the three who had already presented themselves and even Happy of all people was there to probably grin the sadness out of the sorry excuse of members they had already gathered here. All of this information would be good for blackmail or simply as a way to aim his own anger by torturing another with harmful words, ignoring his feelings for the time with each toxic word he spewed onto his clan mates and even having made some npc cry already on a more intense bout of his careless words towards others. But, that didn't mean he had his own problems to fight off everyday since he had got here, what with the constant weight of your dead mother on his young shoulder as well as his abandoned siblings back home that never truly listened to him anyways while being the runt. Not a tear had stained since he blood covered him, the feelings only being masked and bottled as he went on with his same disrespectful attitude towards others. It's not like he would tell anyone how he felt though, not in a million years would he want pity or sympathy for these people who were practically strangers to him, they'd only use it and throw it back at him like the animals all of them were. The wolf, however, still found himself sitting not all too far with piercing yellow eyes glued to the delicate teapot and even even making an attempt to pour some out, only to have a bit of it Spanish onto himself and give some clear signs of frustration while he returned his paws to himself while cradling the slight burn. " Don't have a Dad. No parents at all really, but it's best to just suck it up. I'm Buggedout, by the way." His young voice rang out in a snarky tone, despite his mind practically bullying him back into his own silence as he played with a teacup with only a sips worth of tea swirling at the bottom moments afterward. The crystal covered canid could feel his body grow in heat as he sat there like the child he was and glared at the delicate porcelain in his paws, body stiff and slouched over as he waited for more people to gather around or simply for someone else to talk. Dammit, why did he think this was even remotely good for him to be here? He didn't even bother greeting them and cut to the chase, it's not like he he felt compelled to or felt like being around them despite Happy's attempts at being...there. Man, this was becoming a worse and worse situation for him every second, wasn't it?

"SPEECH"

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