016 [Voice] (Backdated to... morning?)

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Stay in the box. [...] No. Stay in the bo- Stay-

[And that's when Sigmund realizes the journal already started recording while he was distracted.]

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[the_soother]

[When Sigmund finally manages to get back home, Capell will be waiting for him in the living room on the couch with a jar of pie in one hand and a spoon in the other. Apple cake and pie for dessert for every meal? Best meal plan ever.

A few pieces of parchment are spread about him with neat staff lines drawn on them. Obviously, he's been keeping himself occupied while waiting.]

[Action]

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[Sigmund could not get back fast enough. Ugh. What a terrible day.

When the door is opened, the first one to make it in is the puppy, mildly encrusted with snow stuck to his fur. He stops just inside the doorway, turning in circles and sneezing. Sigmund tries to gently nudge him out of the way with the toe of his boot]

Don't stop there, you're- ...Capell.

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[the_soother]

[With a spoon full of apple pie stuffed into his mouth, Capell can only make a muffled "Mmhrff" sound at him that might be "Welcome back." Finally home! Only with what looks like a mini-Gustav. Wut?]

A puppy?

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[The puppy wanders over to sniff at Capell's feet... and start melting his ice-armor all over them, too.]

Yes. [And that wasn't even the worst part of Sigmund's day. He swings his heavy winter cloak off his shoulders and pull his gloves off, silent, but with that look on his face that means he's definitely thinking about something.]