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[pooka_prince]

[[Prince Cornelius of Titania was no fool. He had already spent more than one afternoon watching his fellow captives hunting rabbits and the scarce wildlife Mayfield had to offer. He was acutely, and quite uncomfortably, aware of his own long ears, fluffy tail, and potentially appetizing hindquarters.

He can currently be found in the Braginski

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[like_a_romanov]

[ And Anya comes home from work to her husband watching kids dancing on TV and her rabbit-dog-thing creating a blunt weapon. In short... nothing too unexpected. Best house ever, amirite. ]

... Cornelius? What are you doing?

[pooka_prince]

Oh, pardon me, miss Anya. Idle hands leave one's mind open to hunger, I find. How fare you?

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[like_a_romanov]

Stop apologizing.

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[like_a_romanov]

Well, it's good to keep busy, I guess. Maybe that's why I went to work even though there's nothing to do with the money.

I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me. I grew up in an orphanage, I'm used to not having food sometimes.

[pooka_prince]

Mmm... Would that I could say the same. Though it pains me to admit, I was raised in the lap of luxury. This is the first time I have wanted for food... 'tis hardly pleasant.

[like_a_romanov]

... Actually, I was raised similarly. I mean, before the orphanage, obviously.

It'll be over soon. I hope.

[pooka_prince]

Do not surrender that hope so easily. There is little point in our dying, yes? We must be strong. This will end eventually.