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[sime_channel]

This could be one of the shortest entry posts ever. This post could consist of nothing but the words Atlantean hangover and it might, in fact, be enough. However, because less is quite often not more, there will be further description

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[homeless_pard]

Some said that cat purrs were good for those not feeling well...Khemrys wouldn't know. She just slipped in from a very long night outdoors, sans bunny this time, and curled up quietly against Suzi's legs.

[sime_channel]

Eventually she put enough stuff down that she can pet Khemrys. "Just, um, try not to bump hard? I'm hungover?"

[homeless_pard]

She nodded tiredly, and didn't so much bump as slowly lean. Sadly, she could do little to help a hang over in her current state, as herb mixtures smelled far different to a Pard, and the colors she used to discern mixture types were not as easily visible to her current eyes.

[sime_channel]

That's perfectly fine. If Khemrys wants to lean, Suzi will carefully pet.

[homeless_pard]

They could both behave as if they were made of glass, and all would be well with the worlds. In time anyway.

[sime_channel]

Time is a great healer of souls and bodies.