[ Voice ]

[sword_and_quill]

...Leg's fine now. I didn't need to go to the damn hospital. Perhaps it took longer this way, but that's a small price to pay for being able to remain here and continue my rounds. Hmph.

[ There's a slight pause. ]

Speaking of that... I saw a squirrel while patrolling around out back this afternoon. It reminded me of the one I used to play with and

Comments

[dance_of_hope]

[[She was totally going to just quack and rave about how much quicker and safer it'd be if he went to a hospital.

...Buuuuuuuut.

She is easily distracted by his short little story.]]

Fakir...

[ Voice ] 1/2

[sword_and_quill]

[ He doesn't know which part she's likely to comment on, but he doesn't like the idea of either one. ]

Forget it. There's some kind of curse going around. I don't want to talk about Chipper.

[ Voice ]

[sword_and_quill]

[ ...

Excuse him while curses this curse. Repeatedly. ]

[ Voice ]

[dance_of_hope]

...His name was Chipper?

Oh, Fakir! I'm sure he didn't mean to leave you! Maybe...maybe he just was busy or something, and meant to come back later!

so late

[princess_crow]

How did you want to continue your rounds with a broken leg, Fakir? What are you going to do if somebody trespasses? Hope they'll trip on your cast? Hmpf.

S'all good!

[sword_and_quill]

I managed. And my leg is healed now, so it doesn't matter.

[princess_crow]

Limping all the way. That was so menacing.

[sword_and_quill]

It was better than leaving you all here to fend for yourselves. With my luck, something terrible would have happened. I refuse to take chances like that in a place like this.