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[chaincutter]

[After nearly two weeks and no weirdness on his part, Sigmund was starting to think he was going to escape for... however long this was going to last. After all, two weeks seemed to be a long time in Luceti terms. Unfortunately for him, it was not to be

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[hazelrink]

[Is that a penguin trying to mess with a journal...? Charlotte blinks once, then twice, and then...]

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[hazelrink]

[...! There is no way that a penguin in the flash can be ignored. Whatever Charlotte was doing earlier (which was probably getting more clothes) is instantly forgotten as she rushes on over, planning to up and hug the penguin before thinking better of it.

So basically incoming boobs.]

[notsoaringblade]

[Incoming boobs is not a sight Sigmund is unfamiliar with. But now he is tiny and these are like, almost as big as he is and-

Mild squawking and ineffectual flapping ensues.]

[hazelrink]

[DENIED. Yeah she's going to try to wrap her arms around the angry penguin now that she's closed in]

A real penguiiiiiin!

[notsoaringblade]

[Said penguin turns and attempts to run-...er. Hop away. Unfortunately, having been a penguin for a matter of moments, Sigmund isn't very good at this. So instead of hopping gracefully away, it's more of a hop, hop, bellyflop.

At which point he just lays in the snow, resigned to his humiliating fate.]

[hazelrink]

[Sigmund, for your failure you are rewarded with- boobsquish hug. Yerp. As Charlotte tries to pull the penguin you into an embrace]

derp. backtag?

[notsoaringblade]

[It takes a bit of brain short-circuiting before Sigmund can respond. What is- How did he- How does one even get into this kind of situation?]

...I'm not a penguin.

epic backtag yes if you are still doin' it

[hazelrink]

[...But this is clearly a penguin in her arms :|]

...Really.