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[cursed_bird]

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[tastes_of_honey]

Of course we did. And I love the smell of ozone in the monring. ::Schu's hair is still standing a little on end.::

[cursed_bird]

I wasn't sure we could... ::smiiiiles:: He felt that. His body and His blood, and He felt that.

::trying to concentrate:: I should... we should, this, need to put it somewhere safe. Inside. ::heads over to the door:: Contain, then mend, reload, relax. Mend... are ye hurt, pretty?

[tastes_of_honey]

Yeah, we definitely made Him feel that one.

Just a bit crispy around the edges. I'll need to use some extra conditioner on my hair.... I'm good. Don't worry about me. Celebrate!

[cursed_bird]

Celebrate? ::Word goes on the counter:: Aye,. ::grins:: Tomorrow is the Feast of St. Gabriel. I should send him a thank-you card.

::glances at the Word, and oh! idea! big bowl, sliceslice, and instant fingerpaint!::

::giggles:: My red right hand. Now I need a canvas. ::Pretty?::