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There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
[THEYYYYY'RRRRRRE GONNA BE AT IT FOR A WHILE, AREN'T THEY.]
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
[THEYYYYY'RRRRRRE GONNA BE AT IT FOR A WHILE, AREN'T THEY.]
There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
[YYYYYOU BET THEY ARE.]
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
[YYYYYOU BET THEY ARE.]
There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
If I send it to you ten times does it count as sending it to ten people BTW????
[...I mean, maybe. But. It also means you both curse each other ten times per send.
Exponential cursing!]
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
If I send it to you ten times does it count as sending it to ten people BTW????
[...I mean, maybe. But. It also means you both curse each other ten times per send.
Exponential cursing!]
Hey you know that I would be nothing without you right??
[Aaaa-pologies, but he's.
...Just been having on-and-off thoughts about exactly how much he would hate any circumstance that sends anyone back.
Thus, this is... basically the equivalent of a "...look. If I die tonight..." message by someone who can't die.
...Or, I mean, who is. Already dead but can't really re-die.]
Have I done anything that makes you proud??
Plus if everybody was to get sent back then would you miss me???
[Aaaa-pologies, but he's.
...Just been having on-and-off thoughts about exactly how much he would hate any circumstance that sends anyone back.
Thus, this is... basically the equivalent of a "...look. If I die tonight..." message by someone who can't die.
...Or, I mean, who is. Already dead but can't really re-die.]
Have I done anything that makes you proud??
Plus if everybody was to get sent back then would you miss me???
Edited 2018-10-04 05:21 (UTC)
[Getting messages from Lucas out of nowhere is nothing new!
But getting something like this is.
It's actually really, really new. So much so that even though she was on her laptop when she got it, she...
Ends up staring at it for a few minutes first. Parsing it.]
uuhhhh
hang on wait, where's all this coming from, first????
did something happen??
like ibuki will definitely answer these questions but she wants to make sure nothing bad happened first!!!
But getting something like this is.
It's actually really, really new. So much so that even though she was on her laptop when she got it, she...
Ends up staring at it for a few minutes first. Parsing it.]
uuhhhh
hang on wait, where's all this coming from, first????
did something happen??
like ibuki will definitely answer these questions but she wants to make sure nothing bad happened first!!!
Well yeah something happened. Lots of stuff did
But no nothing that big, and I mean we're gonna win anyway right???
But it's just that I'm scared
I know it's not gonna happen because we're gonna make SURE it doesn't happen but I look at all the monsters saying shit about how "I DON'T CARE WHO GETS HURT IF WE KILL THE FOG GOD" and I don't want that to happen
I'd wanna die without you.
But no nothing that big, and I mean we're gonna win anyway right???
But it's just that I'm scared
I know it's not gonna happen because we're gonna make SURE it doesn't happen but I look at all the monsters saying shit about how "I DON'T CARE WHO GETS HURT IF WE KILL THE FOG GOD" and I don't want that to happen
I'd wanna die without you.
Edited 2018-10-04 05:33 (UTC)
awww, big cat...
[That's really, really weirdly touching... well, no, maybe it's not that weird, how touching it is.
But still, it does go in and prod her deep in the heart, somewhere.]
you don't have to be scared!! i'll make SURE we're on the right track, and that the fog god is safe, even while looking for ways for those people to get home!
i promise!!
but i mean, for your questions:
1. that's a lot! saying you'd be NOTHING without me is a lot! there is a lot that makes lucas "lucas", and just because a small part of it is "ibuki" now, doesn't mean that taking "ibuki" away makes you no longer lucas!
it's nice to hear you think that much of having me around though...
2. there's a lot of stuff that i'm proud of you for!!! like every time you look for me so you can tell me you've done something nice, or when i see you on the network having fun talking to people and making friends, or how you're embracing changing up your looks so you're flashier and so your outside matches your inside, or even just when you're making fun things for the two of us to play with... i'm really proud of what you're doing, big cat!
really really proud!!
AAAAND
3. ibuki's not so sure she could handle not having YOU around, either.
[That's really, really weirdly touching... well, no, maybe it's not that weird, how touching it is.
But still, it does go in and prod her deep in the heart, somewhere.]
you don't have to be scared!! i'll make SURE we're on the right track, and that the fog god is safe, even while looking for ways for those people to get home!
i promise!!
but i mean, for your questions:
1. that's a lot! saying you'd be NOTHING without me is a lot! there is a lot that makes lucas "lucas", and just because a small part of it is "ibuki" now, doesn't mean that taking "ibuki" away makes you no longer lucas!
it's nice to hear you think that much of having me around though...
2. there's a lot of stuff that i'm proud of you for!!! like every time you look for me so you can tell me you've done something nice, or when i see you on the network having fun talking to people and making friends, or how you're embracing changing up your looks so you're flashier and so your outside matches your inside, or even just when you're making fun things for the two of us to play with... i'm really proud of what you're doing, big cat!
really really proud!!
AAAAND
3. ibuki's not so sure she could handle not having YOU around, either.
No.
Of course you will, I trust you.
[...There's a pause off of that, because of --
...You know. The questions.]
No I'd be NOTHING without you.
It's not a small part of me
I know I'm smart and stuff like that but what would that COUNT for if it wasn't for you
You're not a small part of me, I mean.
Too much would be missing if you were to ever go away again and I'M SO SCARED ABOUT WHAT IT'D BE LIKE IF THAT HAPPENED.
[...HEEEE PAUSES EXTRA-LONG ON THAT SECOND PART, THOUGH...!]
For real
You're really fucking proud of me
You really think I've been doing a good job??
I'm so happy I could just have a fucking heart attack if I wasn't already dead
[...Speaking of "AND"?]
Ibuki.
[YUP, THAT'S... ALL HE'S GOING TO BE ABLE TO WORDS ON THAT MATTER.
...UNTIL.]
Come over ok???
I mean I bet you were gonna any3way but still
Of course you will, I trust you.
[...There's a pause off of that, because of --
...You know. The questions.]
No I'd be NOTHING without you.
It's not a small part of me
I know I'm smart and stuff like that but what would that COUNT for if it wasn't for you
You're not a small part of me, I mean.
Too much would be missing if you were to ever go away again and I'M SO SCARED ABOUT WHAT IT'D BE LIKE IF THAT HAPPENED.
[...HEEEE PAUSES EXTRA-LONG ON THAT SECOND PART, THOUGH...!]
For real
You're really fucking proud of me
You really think I've been doing a good job??
I'm so happy I could just have a fucking heart attack if I wasn't already dead
[...Speaking of "AND"?]
Ibuki.
[YUP, THAT'S... ALL HE'S GOING TO BE ABLE TO WORDS ON THAT MATTER.
...UNTIL.]
Come over ok???
I mean I bet you were gonna any3way but still
[...Ohh, holy SHIT, is she actually gonna tell him -- ?!
HE -- LEANS UP CLOSER TO THE MONITOR GRINNING UP A STORM...!
...Before WOW.
He would not be pouting if he hadn't actually gotten his hopes up for a moment -- !]
I'm just real excited!!!!
Haven't fucking spent my birthday with somebody special before at least except for last time but we didn't KNOW that we were so I'm not sure that that counts!!!
Can you at least tell me if it's just gonna be GETTING me something cool or if we're gonna GO someplace nice or something??? I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!
HE -- LEANS UP CLOSER TO THE MONITOR GRINNING UP A STORM...!
...Before WOW.
He would not be pouting if he hadn't actually gotten his hopes up for a moment -- !]
I'm just real excited!!!!
Haven't fucking spent my birthday with somebody special before at least except for last time but we didn't KNOW that we were so I'm not sure that that counts!!!
Can you at least tell me if it's just gonna be GETTING me something cool or if we're gonna GO someplace nice or something??? I CAN'T WAIT!!!!!!
Edited 2018-10-08 04:40 (UTC)
[If he really thought Ibuki was gonna tell him...
... Well, usually he'd be right. She really did get lucky in catching herself, this time around!!!
But still.]
leeeeeeeet's just say that ibuki's plans are worth the wait!!!
it'll all be VERY COOL! the coolest! cooler than cool, even! alright??
ibuki plans on making her lukie feel like the specialest guy in the world, i promise!!
... Well, usually he'd be right. She really did get lucky in catching herself, this time around!!!
But still.]
leeeeeeeet's just say that ibuki's plans are worth the wait!!!
it'll all be VERY COOL! the coolest! cooler than cool, even! alright??
ibuki plans on making her lukie feel like the specialest guy in the world, i promise!!
[...HMMMMNN.
Ibuki, you... know how sometime after the post-pain transformation back into human form ebbed out, you and Lucas went through with your usual... bedtime? Naptime? Routine? The one that involves a last bit of playing and cuddling and all that before the two of you sleep into the afternoon aaaand usually involves you both wakin' up to pick up where you left off with smiles and kisses and nuzzles as the two a' you yawn/sigh into gear?
...Once you wake up this afternoon, you're... going to find yourself quite suddenly alone. Or... maybe not that suddenly, since you'll still wake up to something soft and no warmer or colder than he is in your arms and that smells like him for you to cuddle up to, but! Once you open your eyes, you're going to see that it's... a pillow. His pillow, hence the smell.
Well, that's weird...! He never does this! And plus, he was talking to you just yesterday about the fact that he wanted to have a ton of fun with you for your birthday especially since you two were gonna be there together for this one and you treated him like the king of the world on his! Why's he just poofin' as soon as your birthday kicks off, all of a sudden?
If you do want to know, his scent is actually... pretty fresh! Leading away from the futon, out toward the entrance to the bunker...!
Follow it, y/n?]
Ibuki, you... know how sometime after the post-pain transformation back into human form ebbed out, you and Lucas went through with your usual... bedtime? Naptime? Routine? The one that involves a last bit of playing and cuddling and all that before the two of you sleep into the afternoon aaaand usually involves you both wakin' up to pick up where you left off with smiles and kisses and nuzzles as the two a' you yawn/sigh into gear?
...Once you wake up this afternoon, you're... going to find yourself quite suddenly alone. Or... maybe not that suddenly, since you'll still wake up to something soft and no warmer or colder than he is in your arms and that smells like him for you to cuddle up to, but! Once you open your eyes, you're going to see that it's... a pillow. His pillow, hence the smell.
Well, that's weird...! He never does this! And plus, he was talking to you just yesterday about the fact that he wanted to have a ton of fun with you for your birthday especially since you two were gonna be there together for this one and you treated him like the king of the world on his! Why's he just poofin' as soon as your birthday kicks off, all of a sudden?
If you do want to know, his scent is actually... pretty fresh! Leading away from the futon, out toward the entrance to the bunker...!
Follow it, y/n?]
[That... is pretty weird! Usually if he's got stuff to do, he'll shake her awake and tell her where he's off to, but not this time, apparently -
She does, indeed, cuddle right up to that pillow, only to realize...
Yeah.
That's definitely not a corpse, but rather, a pillow.
Her eyes blink a bit blearily to adjust to the (rather dim) light, and she stares at it for a second -
Before her nose twitches a bit, having already picked up his scent, and she immediately sits herself upright to follow it -
Ending up on her hands and toes with her nose to the floor as she snuffles her way toward the door.
So...
Follow it?
> YYYYY]
She does, indeed, cuddle right up to that pillow, only to realize...
Yeah.
That's definitely not a corpse, but rather, a pillow.
Her eyes blink a bit blearily to adjust to the (rather dim) light, and she stares at it for a second -
Before her nose twitches a bit, having already picked up his scent, and she immediately sits herself upright to follow it -
Ending up on her hands and toes with her nose to the floor as she snuffles her way toward the door.
So...
Follow it?
> YYYYY]
['Scuse you, he ain't just any ol' corpse!
Though he is, at least, a corpse that smells very like that pillow!
Except, no, it's more that that pillow just happens to smell like him.
...And it doesn't "just happen" to smell that way. It does, again, smell like corpse that is actually vampire because it is used for laying-on purposes by a corpse that is actually a vampire.
But!
This all said!
He's watching from a cranny as she comes clambering up toward the... foyer? How the shit do you describe the entry area to an underground bunker? But... he's not gonna leap out at her yet, anyway! He's in rat form, between the fridge (specifically the soda fridge) and the wall, just craning around the corner to watch her sniffing, and then pulling back to laugh with a hand over his nose...!
...Will she hear that? She just might! But the point is!
The point is...
...Him squinching his eyes tight, and grinning at least as tight, and ducking back, and tripping a switch...!
As a loud kazoo noise plays and confetti spurts at her from the doorway.
Just in front of... one of his workdesks, conveniently set up in front of the door! Bearing... a cake! All whites and pinks at blues! A little card on top of it reading "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY!!! [LITTLE DRAWING OF A HEART.] I love you!! (You're sexy!)"
No, none of that is a joke.
...There's no chocolate in that cake, if she wants to sniff it. He's not a dummy.
(Or, well. He is, about certain things, but he's at least smart enough in the areas he's not an explicit genius in not to poison his girlfriend.)
...Oh, also?
Right on cue with that kazoo noise, a noisy keyboard track starts playing.
And it opens pretty noisily, indeed! It... betrays an increase in technical skill over the year, at least! But... yeah. It's noisy.
Also, him singing his own lyrics sounds exactly the way you think it would.]
Though he is, at least, a corpse that smells very like that pillow!
Except, no, it's more that that pillow just happens to smell like him.
...And it doesn't "just happen" to smell that way. It does, again, smell like corpse that is actually vampire because it is used for laying-on purposes by a corpse that is actually a vampire.
But!
This all said!
He's watching from a cranny as she comes clambering up toward the... foyer? How the shit do you describe the entry area to an underground bunker? But... he's not gonna leap out at her yet, anyway! He's in rat form, between the fridge (specifically the soda fridge) and the wall, just craning around the corner to watch her sniffing, and then pulling back to laugh with a hand over his nose...!
...Will she hear that? She just might! But the point is!
The point is...
...Him squinching his eyes tight, and grinning at least as tight, and ducking back, and tripping a switch...!
As a loud kazoo noise plays and confetti spurts at her from the doorway.
Just in front of... one of his workdesks, conveniently set up in front of the door! Bearing... a cake! All whites and pinks at blues! A little card on top of it reading "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY!!! [LITTLE DRAWING OF A HEART.] I love you!! (You're sexy!)"
No, none of that is a joke.
...There's no chocolate in that cake, if she wants to sniff it. He's not a dummy.
(Or, well. He is, about certain things, but he's at least smart enough in the areas he's not an explicit genius in not to poison his girlfriend.)
...Oh, also?
Right on cue with that kazoo noise, a noisy keyboard track starts playing.
And it opens pretty noisily, indeed! It... betrays an increase in technical skill over the year, at least! But... yeah. It's noisy.
Also, him singing his own lyrics sounds exactly the way you think it would.]
[She does hear his stifled laughter for a moment, head snapping that way and head tilting like one would expect from a dog that thinks its heard a rat -
Only for that loud kazoo to burst in front of her, blaring loud enough to make her ears pin back against her hair, as confetti rains all over her.
It sticks everywhere it lands, from the looks of it, settling haphazardly in her mane.
And on seeing that set up, she's quick to go tromping towards it on all fours like a lanky great dane, stopping just short to...
Indeed, sniff the cake. As she reads the card, of course, but look - she's a dog. She's gonna sniff the cake.
Just as she'd gone to lick the frosting, though, his synth playing starts up - getting her to freeze with her tongue just barely poking out, ears perking and swiveling like satellite dishes, ultimately aiming at the source of the sound.
And she sits back again, slowly. Staring into space, wide-eyed, clearly entranced.
(Tongue still poking out, as well.)
It's noisy, sure, and maybe his voice is a little scratchy and squeaky, but... he's...
Wrote a song for her.
He wrote a song for her.
The more it hits her, the more her mane starts to lift - puffing her up as her tails start to wag in sync with each other and the song being blasted over speakers.
There's a clear sparkle to her eyes, too, but, uh, she's definitely not crying!
Nope. No tears here.
But she does immediately start looking for him, starting by looking under the table - obviously assuming he must be hiding in his rat form nearby.]
Luuuukieeee!
You can't just play something like that over a stereo - Ibuki's gotta hear that live!!
Right now! Right now, right now!!
Where'd you go and hide!? Reveal yourself to Ibuki, or she'll just have to come'n sniff you out...!!
Only for that loud kazoo to burst in front of her, blaring loud enough to make her ears pin back against her hair, as confetti rains all over her.
It sticks everywhere it lands, from the looks of it, settling haphazardly in her mane.
And on seeing that set up, she's quick to go tromping towards it on all fours like a lanky great dane, stopping just short to...
Indeed, sniff the cake. As she reads the card, of course, but look - she's a dog. She's gonna sniff the cake.
Just as she'd gone to lick the frosting, though, his synth playing starts up - getting her to freeze with her tongue just barely poking out, ears perking and swiveling like satellite dishes, ultimately aiming at the source of the sound.
And she sits back again, slowly. Staring into space, wide-eyed, clearly entranced.
(Tongue still poking out, as well.)
It's noisy, sure, and maybe his voice is a little scratchy and squeaky, but... he's...
Wrote a song for her.
He wrote a song for her.
The more it hits her, the more her mane starts to lift - puffing her up as her tails start to wag in sync with each other and the song being blasted over speakers.
There's a clear sparkle to her eyes, too, but, uh, she's definitely not crying!
Nope. No tears here.
But she does immediately start looking for him, starting by looking under the table - obviously assuming he must be hiding in his rat form nearby.]
Luuuukieeee!
You can't just play something like that over a stereo - Ibuki's gotta hear that live!!
Right now! Right now, right now!!
Where'd you go and hide!? Reveal yourself to Ibuki, or she'll just have to come'n sniff you out...!!
I DIDNT NOTICE THE NOTIF FOR THIS ONE UNTIL LIKE 3 AND THEN BLAKE SAT AND RAMBLED AT ME UNTIL 4 AAAA
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- 2018-12-05 12:12 (UTC) - Expand[...Well!
I - I was gonna say "huh" but... let's be real, it's not much of a "huh".
When the two of you had realized the day had broken and that it was technically Christmas, Lucas had made a big ol' thing of "NUH-UH-UH-UH-UH NOT YET FOR US, IT AIN'T... LET'S LAY DOWN A BIT AND THEN WE CAN DO ALL THE PARTYING WE WANT! 'CAUSE THAT'S WHEN OUR REAL DAY BEGINS!"
And now... here it stands! You wake up not with his arms around you despite him having certainly had them there when you both went to sleep. No part of him is in bed! Or in the viewable vicinity!
If you take a cue from last time, though, and go a-sniffin', Ibuki, you'll find it leads toward him having headed for one of the lower layers...!]
I - I was gonna say "huh" but... let's be real, it's not much of a "huh".
When the two of you had realized the day had broken and that it was technically Christmas, Lucas had made a big ol' thing of "NUH-UH-UH-UH-UH NOT YET FOR US, IT AIN'T... LET'S LAY DOWN A BIT AND THEN WE CAN DO ALL THE PARTYING WE WANT! 'CAUSE THAT'S WHEN OUR REAL DAY BEGINS!"
And now... here it stands! You wake up not with his arms around you despite him having certainly had them there when you both went to sleep. No part of him is in bed! Or in the viewable vicinity!
If you take a cue from last time, though, and go a-sniffin', Ibuki, you'll find it leads toward him having headed for one of the lower layers...!]
[Cue and bloodhound stance both taken on finding herself alone! It's not too much of a surprise, after her birthday... but what is, is that his scent trails in the opposite direction.
So she sniffs around a little, perhaps in a couple curly Q's, before ending up at the top of the stairs.
... And down she goes!
If that's where he is, she's determined to sniff him out!]
Diiid you learn nothing from Ibuki's birthday venture, Lukie!?
You can't hide from her top-tier sniffer! It'll sniffer you out before you can even say "Merikuri" with a cute heart emoji!
So she sniffs around a little, perhaps in a couple curly Q's, before ending up at the top of the stairs.
... And down she goes!
If that's where he is, she's determined to sniff him out!]
Diiid you learn nothing from Ibuki's birthday venture, Lukie!?
You can't hide from her top-tier sniffer! It'll sniffer you out before you can even say "Merikuri" with a cute heart emoji!
[I mean, for what it's worth, he ain't too great at learning from his past experiences.
But! He can learn well enough to keep the game mixed up!
She's on the right track! His scent trail indeed leads strongly, cleanly, and relatively-freshly down the stairs!
Howeverrrrr... thus far! As confident as she sounds, it's-a lookin' like she's so far... she's calling Marco! without getting a Polo! to be heard in response! No snickering, no sounds of scrabbling, nothing -
...Or is there??? Is his scent trail breaking off of the descent... at the auditorium?
Ooh, yes, I think it is...! And it continues on between the seats down the aisle to the stage, on which -
...Wait, what is that? Is that...
...Well, no, it's definitely not a tree. It looks like... basically a really elaborate coathanger with the bars all the way along the whole thing, getting shorter as they approach the top? There's a light-up star at the top at least, though, and lights all a-twined around it! And piles of...
...Well, it's not "fake snow". Apparently, he opted not to spring for even, like, shredding paper; he kind of just threw white sheets over boxes and beanbags. It's got the basic look of snowdrifts from a distance, at least! And look - their "animal friends" are here, too! Still dressed up from the festival - the deer's even got a little... clown nose on it, but she gets the point!
More importantly, though! Is that... just one box there under the "tree"? Of course there is! It would be a silly Christmas tree if it was gift-less!
Lucas's scent is definitely on that box! It's... normal enough - white with a red ribbon, if both are a little on the rumply/uneven side.
On the top of it is a great big "tag" in his handwriting, reading:
"DO NOT OPEN
until
XMAS".]
But! He can learn well enough to keep the game mixed up!
She's on the right track! His scent trail indeed leads strongly, cleanly, and relatively-freshly down the stairs!
Howeverrrrr... thus far! As confident as she sounds, it's-a lookin' like she's so far... she's calling Marco! without getting a Polo! to be heard in response! No snickering, no sounds of scrabbling, nothing -
...Or is there??? Is his scent trail breaking off of the descent... at the auditorium?
Ooh, yes, I think it is...! And it continues on between the seats down the aisle to the stage, on which -
...Wait, what is that? Is that...
...Well, no, it's definitely not a tree. It looks like... basically a really elaborate coathanger with the bars all the way along the whole thing, getting shorter as they approach the top? There's a light-up star at the top at least, though, and lights all a-twined around it! And piles of...
...Well, it's not "fake snow". Apparently, he opted not to spring for even, like, shredding paper; he kind of just threw white sheets over boxes and beanbags. It's got the basic look of snowdrifts from a distance, at least! And look - their "animal friends" are here, too! Still dressed up from the festival - the deer's even got a little... clown nose on it, but she gets the point!
More importantly, though! Is that... just one box there under the "tree"? Of course there is! It would be a silly Christmas tree if it was gift-less!
Lucas's scent is definitely on that box! It's... normal enough - white with a red ribbon, if both are a little on the rumply/uneven side.
On the top of it is a great big "tag" in his handwriting, reading:
"DO NOT OPEN
until
XMAS".]
[It might not be a tree... but she's as excited as she would be if it was.
On seeing it, she immediately hops up and rushes toward it - landing on her knees and skidding through the sheets and boxes and bean bags before almost crashing into the false-tree altogether.
Almost.
She stops just short.
And that box is going to get lifted up as soon as she stops, picking it up to put her snout against its paper - getting a good smell, even turning it over in her hands to sniff every inch of it.]
... Lucas.
[That's said with a sage-like nod, of course.
Before...
...
She tears right into it.
Doesn't even read the tag.
She even uses her teeth, gripping the ribbon and ripping it off with her fangs, all complete with a snarl.]
On seeing it, she immediately hops up and rushes toward it - landing on her knees and skidding through the sheets and boxes and bean bags before almost crashing into the false-tree altogether.
Almost.
She stops just short.
And that box is going to get lifted up as soon as she stops, picking it up to put her snout against its paper - getting a good smell, even turning it over in her hands to sniff every inch of it.]
... Lucas.
[That's said with a sage-like nod, of course.
Before...
...
She tears right into it.
Doesn't even read the tag.
She even uses her teeth, gripping the ribbon and ripping it off with her fangs, all complete with a snarl.]
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