Already crackplotted (open)

[half_faerie]

Tristran has spent more time at the mansion as a dormouse than he has as a human. It mainly involves sleeping and avoiding people, two things Tristran is happy to do and he isn't that upset. So he sleeps and he eats, only scurrying about when he thinks people aren't looking. Right now he is scurrying, heading for some seeds he knows are outside.

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[glacianbitch]

Poor Karla is rather wondering where all her friends have gone. They're definitely still here, but she simply cannot find them! Having found a bunny that was frightened and feeling a bit lonely, upon seeing a dormouse in the corner of the room, she will crouch down and offer some cheese, hopefully. "Hey, little fella," she murmurs.

[half_faerie]

Food! Tristran likes food and he gladly nibbles at it.

[glacianbitch]

There's something a little odd about the mouse, and she promptly attempts to scoop him up to examine the peculiarity in his psychic scent.

[half_faerie]

He doesn't seem to care, sniffing about in her palm to see if she has any more food hidden on her.