09-18-2020, 03:43 AM
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THERE’S VACANCY IN EVERY NIGHTMARE
Energy depleted from building her second treehouse, Rosemary dragged herself into Capricorn Tavern. She sipped on cold pineapple juice, her body muscles twitching and body temperature falling back to normal levels. The ocelot rarely engaged in physical work—not even combat training, as she relied heavily on her magic—and she felt the aches already coming on. Thankfully, the rest of the Typhoon pitched in to assist, otherwise building the treehouse by herself would take multiple seasons.
Lovekit’s call rang through the air, and Rosemary looked out the window. Her four eyes confirmed what she heard; Goldie’s kid finally returned home.
The ocelot leaped to her paws and walked outside, levitating her pineapple juice along. “You made an amazing discovery, did you?” Rosemary bit back a sarcastic comment about discovering the importance of not wandering off in the first place. She held her tongue, as she had no idea whether Lovekit left intentionally or not. She’d only heard he disappeared.
Rosemary sipped her pineapple juice and wiped her muzzle with the back of a paw. “So what happened? You can’t leave an audience in suspense like that!” she teased. The ocelot glanced behind him with a pair of eyes, scanning for Goldie. “But, first, does your mom know you’re back safe and sound yet?”
[sub][W]isker[/sub]Lovekit’s call rang through the air, and Rosemary looked out the window. Her four eyes confirmed what she heard; Goldie’s kid finally returned home.
The ocelot leaped to her paws and walked outside, levitating her pineapple juice along. “You made an amazing discovery, did you?” Rosemary bit back a sarcastic comment about discovering the importance of not wandering off in the first place. She held her tongue, as she had no idea whether Lovekit left intentionally or not. She’d only heard he disappeared.
Rosemary sipped her pineapple juice and wiped her muzzle with the back of a paw. “So what happened? You can’t leave an audience in suspense like that!” she teased. The ocelot glanced behind him with a pair of eyes, scanning for Goldie. “But, first, does your mom know you’re back safe and sound yet?”
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?