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Sometime after the PWORM, Skwisgaar had returned home, wrapped in the blanket he'd gotten from Bar so as not to be naked.
What did he do as soon as he got home? Well, he went upstairs and collapsed on his bed, not even noticing the new decorating job. Being a tiger was tiring yo!
He did, however, notice it the next morning before he staggered down to breakfast, blinking blearily as he waited for the usual buttered toast, dry cornflakes and ittybitty cup of coffee, "Does you dudes knowing whats is have happen to my fuG#sing room? Is looks all..." There was a vague hand-wave, "Dizzy."
What did he do as soon as he got home? Well, he went upstairs and collapsed on his bed, not even noticing the new decorating job. Being a tiger was tiring yo!
He did, however, notice it the next morning before he staggered down to breakfast, blinking blearily as he waited for the usual buttered toast, dry cornflakes and ittybitty cup of coffee, "Does you dudes knowing whats is have happen to my fuG#sing room? Is looks all..." There was a vague hand-wave, "Dizzy."