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[cowardly_prince]

[The drones of 452 Stone Street are incapacitated. Nothing was done to harm them, unless being a frog is inherently painful--and, well, he knows it's not. Provided one doesn't poison oneself or something

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[noblecrimson]

[Notices the amphibians. Wat.]

...I wasn't aware frogs could be found around here.

[cowardly_prince]

[Hearing a voice outside makes this seem as good a time as any to take a break. He writes something on the notepad he's taken to carrying around to present as soon as he steps outside (kicking one of the frogs to keep it from hopping indoors).]

Quite the pest problem.

[noblecrimson]

Oh? Pests? Is this a common occurrence?

[cowardly_prince]

[He writes more Note.]

Only at this house, it seems. The whims of Mother Nature are unpredictable.

[noblecrimson]

Hm.

[And she'll kneel down to inspect one, mindful of the umbrella she's carrying to avoid sunlight.]

But why exactly just yours? Magic?

[cowardly_prince]

[Is he trying not to crack up because it'll hurt his face? Scribblescribble.]

Magic is a sound theory as to the cause.

[noblecrimson]

[W-what is there to laugh at, not!uncle.]

So someone essentially cast a spell on your home to cause it to be plagued by frogs? How interesting; I wonder who could have done such a thing.

[And like, what you did to earn it.]

HTML hates me

[cowardly_prince]

Whoever is responsible must be quite treacherous.

[A pause.]

And clever.

lmfao sorry wanted to fix the icon fail, sob

[noblecrimson]

[Something seems off here, man.]

...Theoretically speaking, you wouldn't have had something to do with it, would you?

Coincidences upon coincidences.

[cowardly_prince]

Why would I do something as foolish as cursing my own home?

And then it didn't work and then I had to wait til I got home to tag

[noblecrimson]

[IDK you tell me, man.]

Ah- people are odd sometimes, I suppose. But alright, I'll take your word on it.

[For now, though she kind of sort of wants to know how to do that.]

...Oh, forgive me, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Marivel Armitage; I live at 949 Beulah Street.

[cowardly_prince]

Ingway.

Is your "mother" who I think she is?

[noblecrimson]

Nice to meet you, Ingway.

I'm not sure. Who do you think she is?

[cowardly_prince]

Velvet.

[noblecrimson]

Ah- then yes, she is.

[cowardly_prince]

[In somewhat bigger writing, to be cheerful. Perhaps ironically so.]

Hello, niece.