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[today, like any normal day, Beyond Birthday goes outside his house on Partridge Drive to check the mail. He opens the mailbox....
... FLOOD OF PLUSHIES. That's right, 28 stuffed animals just came pouring out onto the walk, up to his knees.
A frown. He recognizes these toys. B begins to wonder how the postman squeezed them all in, then quickly decides he doesn't want to know... so he bends down and carefully scoops up the pile so they won't get all soggy from sitting in the snow, and heads back inside to contemplate what to do with them. Even though he totally can't see where he's going through the armful of cuddly toys of various sizes.]
(( OOC: Now F-Locked because the Russian Spambots won't fucking leave me alone 8| ))
... FLOOD OF PLUSHIES. That's right, 28 stuffed animals just came pouring out onto the walk, up to his knees.
A frown. He recognizes these toys. B begins to wonder how the postman squeezed them all in, then quickly decides he doesn't want to know... so he bends down and carefully scoops up the pile so they won't get all soggy from sitting in the snow, and heads back inside to contemplate what to do with them. Even though he totally can't see where he's going through the armful of cuddly toys of various sizes.]
(( OOC: Now F-Locked because the Russian Spambots won't fucking leave me alone 8| ))