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[thongedingly]

[Alleyne looks...uncharacteristically derpy and smiley. Next to her is a crudely drawn bottle of elven mead you could swear was at least half her size, drinking from it, cheeks red, ears perked up and humming a sweet wooing song from her tribe. There's an ink quill and paper in her hands, writing in fancy runes and she pauses once in a while to

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[dadlessedingly]

[Have a Michael.

He's wandering past, looking confused and agitated, but mostly lost; he pauses a second to take in Alleyne and her massive bottle before walking on, calling out names with only a touch of hopelessness.]

...Sean? Beth?!

[...Crap. This boy still has no idea where he is.]

[thongedingly]

[Hello, you get to enjoy her being out of character hetero-tastic. She's leaning against a tree and a small pink monkey drawn in crayon jumps from her shoulder to your back, clinging.]

Ahh, Ruu, don't damage him! He's fragile, like a crystal statue made by one of the elder artisans.

[dadlessedingly]

[ Brilliant! Michael starts like something's after him when the monkey lands on his back - not so hot with things coming up behind him, this one. He whirls halfway around, catching sight of the clinging monkey over his shoulder, luckily enough, making him... only slightly less weirded out. Still... what the fuck is it? ]

...What the hell? [ There is a pink crayon monkey on his back. :| Weirded-out boy is weirded-out! ]

[thongedingly]

[He's just gonna sit there and climb up to your shoulder, peeking at your face and squeaking a bit, patting your nose, because man, pet monkeys are awesome.]