[look she's no idea the sort of things her ex gets up to when she's not around. it's the story of her life, and the story of his seems to be winding up in scenarios where his antlers drop or his leg gets bitten off.
or, you know. he makes some kind of taboo speech broadcast to everyone in the city and you watch your ex boyfriend get dragged off-screen while having a Rexmas dinner alone with your family like some loser.
anyway. she arrives, empty handed but wearing baggy, warm winter clothes of her own, half expecting him to have a rushed bandage job but instead seeing him all patched up in antlerless glory.
shoving her hands into the pockets of her big flowy skirt, she smiles up at him. there's a speck of fuzz at the tip of her left ear-- her familiar just hitching a ride.]
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or, you know. he makes some kind of taboo speech broadcast to everyone in the city and you watch your ex boyfriend get dragged off-screen while having a Rexmas dinner alone with your family like some loser.
anyway. she arrives, empty handed but wearing baggy, warm winter clothes of her own, half expecting him to have a rushed bandage job but instead seeing him all patched up in antlerless glory.
shoving her hands into the pockets of her big flowy skirt, she smiles up at him. there's a speck of fuzz at the tip of her left ear-- her familiar just hitching a ride.]
Hello Mr. Bambi. Long time no see.