w4 curfew

[bonetiddies]

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[bonetiddies]

[Harrow is sitting in one of the chairs, looking tiredly at the group assembled. Why did Eleanor bring a dog to this.]

. . . Well. I do apologize for wasting everyone's texts.

[dotcom]

[ he is also on one of the chairs, his head down on the table. he looks up when harrow talks. ]

We would have run out anyway.

[bonetiddies]

[She looks. Too embarrassed to even look at Takeru.]

It was good of you to help me look. In the future, you don't need to put yourself to the trouble.

[dotcom]

Hopefully something like that won't happen again.

[ he says this like he does not actually believe it ]

[bonetiddies]

People are becoming bolder about using curses strategically, so if it doesn't happen again I'll know I haven't made myself enough of a threat.

[. . .]

This instance was not strategic whatsoever, of course.

[dotcom]

I assume someone was just being an asshole.

[bonetiddies]

Yes, but it's fine. They confessed to it, and I'm feeling particularly kind this week.

[dotcom]

Well, that'll change next week.

[bonetiddies]

Perhaps. But. . .

[Ugh. Is she going to say something even more embarrassing that Santa.]

It wasn't intended badly. It was a return volley for something I'd done to him in the first place. That the effect was as unsettling as it was for me isn't something he could have predicted.

I'm inclined to let him sweat and think the other shoe will drop on Monday, but I'm not actually inclined to hold a grudge this time.

[dotcom]

[ he considers this, and then just nods his head. ]

That's fair.

At least, you didn't get swept up into something too dangerous during the time frame, so there's that.

[chevaleros]

[ sleepily: ]

Sounds like Harrowhark has a soft spot.

[toesies]

You're okay. It was for—

[She cuts herself off with a yawn, blinking.]

It was for a good cause... Mm.

[bonetiddies]

[She's resting her cheek on her hand, smearing her paint.]

Was it. The cause of Santa? The mysterious Santa pictogram? I hate this week.

[toesies]

No, no. [Her head keeps bobbing, tiredly.] Between that, when we were freaking out about... Envy...

[As soon as she says that, she passes out and smacks face first onto the table.]

[bonetiddies]

Sheila, be careful. Watch your head.

[toesies]

[She lifts a hand, just groaning.]

I'm fine. This just suuuucks.

[bonetiddies]

I know, I know. [Shutting her eyes to rest for just a moment.] I wonder what it means?

[toesies]

[Blearily.]

Last week, the dogs were the ones falling asleep. Think there's a connection?

[bonetiddies]

We never figured out what that mean, so who knows.

[messybench]

Here, hot stuff, let me help you down.

[ she's used to having sleepy bitch disease ]

[toesies]

Thanks, Eleanor.

[sleepy bitch disease sucks and she hates it.]

This was way cuter when the dogs were doing it.

[messybench]

[ it's her emotional support dog ]

Well, at least you're free of Santa now.

[bonetiddies]

At least there's that. Let us never mention him again.

[Yawning widely.]

[messybench]

Honestly? Always thought he was a huge creep.

Anyway, want to borrow my bud here?

[ offering a pup in these trying santa times ]

[bonetiddies]

Oh. An emotional support animal?

[She wrinkles her nose.]

I prefer Frumpkin. Those keep trying to put their tongue on me.