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[desrever_god]

... I don't understand any of this.

What am I supposed to do now? Everything smells strange.

Calisthenics have been really easy so far.

((Yeah what fountain of youth - here's what he looks like. Currently bloody and standing near some blood-and-fur smears on the ground that, er, used to be dingos.))

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[meerkatoutcast]

... What did you do?

[desrever_god]

............. *wtf you are tiiiny*

[meerkatoutcast]

*you're looking a little short yourself* ...

[desrever_god]

.... *not moving* It's smaller than those other things. Am I supposed to tear it up, too?

[meerkatoutcast]

No no! No need for that! This one doesn't need to be... It's fine.

[desrever_god]

... You can talk?

[meerkatoutcast]

Eh... Surprise! *jazz hands go here XD*

[desrever_god]

....

*what.*

((brb dying.))

[meerkatoutcast]

... *holding pose* What's with that look?

[desrever_god]

.... What are you doing?

[meerkatoutcast]

Trying to stay in one piece.

[desrever_god]

If I'm not supposed to tear you up then I won't.

[meerkatoutcast]

Why would you have to tear anything up to begin with?

[desrever_god]

I'm supposed to.

[meerkatoutcast]

Why?

[desrever_god]

Mother says so.