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[fomicrymeariver]

[ITP there are two way overdressed little kids circa age 11ish wandering around clearly not knowing where they are going, but somehow don't look the least bit lost; dicking around as kids do]

LOOK JADE THERE ARE RAPPIGS HERE

... How utterly delightful. I would have missed them otherwise.

((SHOUTAS ARE OUT FOR THE NIGHT. sucks to be you. will

Comments

[crosshisheart]

[WHAT?]

[fomicrymeariver]

[what?]

[crosshisheart]

Hi!

[fomicrymeariver]

. . .

[crosshisheart]

I'm Rain.

[fomicrymeariver]

I've been instructed not to speak to strangers.

[crosshisheart]

I'm not a stranger.

[totally crouching down close to him]

Okay, maybe you'll like this; I'm not made of fonons.

[fomicrymeariver]

[not flinching in the slightest]

I've also been instructed not to speak to child predators.

[crosshisheart]

Hahahaha! I thought you'd be meaner.

[fomicrymeariver]

[unfortunately my loud, blond moral compass has tagged along, or maybe I would be]

It's impossible for you not to be made out of fonons.

[crosshisheart]

I'm really not, you can check if you want.

[fomicrymeariver]

[ALREADY HAS BEEN]

I'm not a fool.

[crosshisheart]

So I'm impossible?

[fomicrymeariver]

Any decent fonist knows how to effectively hide his resonance from others.

[crosshisheart]

I'm not a fonist. Most people here aren't made of fonons.

[fomicrymeariver]

And I'm crown prince of Malkuth.