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[forgivemeforhiscrimes]

So, you went ahead and gave me all these new icons. I'm glad you're finally happy with having more expressions, but... Well, I suppose it's not a big issue that none of them match, I certainly wouldn't be the first one of yours like that. I suppose it's really the expressions that matter in the end.

As for your plans for me to have a sudden flowering of a social life? I... suppose I'm okay with this... [Looks off, scratching his cheek.] I'm not much one for chatting, but it's not like there's anywhere to go in the city. And I imagine if I locked myself away any longer, Kat or Crmsn would find a way to bodily drag me outside.

Just... keep your weird ideas to yourself for a while, alright? I'm fine having a few normal days.

...

Without having to attend the festival, if it's all the same to you. You don't like mass group post tagging anyway, right? This benefits us both!

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[forgivemeforhiscrimes]

Thank goodness. Being drunk is not an experience I care to EVER repeat.

[moarbracing]

TELL me about it, I'm just glad she doesn't actually KNOW any of the songs I do...

[forgivemeforhiscrimes]

That's a good thing. As for me... Well, I can't sing, my brother's the one with that talent. And I doubt alcohol would have improved that any.

[moarbracing]

I don't think this kid of public singing was SUPPOSED to be good.
Considering the ones actually singing.

[forgivemeforhiscrimes]

No, I suppose not.

The drunken revelry was earlier than I was expecting, too. That's typically for after the main event.

[moarbracing]

I suppose since this is going to last so long, there might be more?

Certainly no one seemed to want to put it off.

[forgivemeforhiscrimes]

If there's more, I'm going to lock myself in my greenhouse and tend to the plants at the very back of it.

[moarbracing]

Good plan, hope I can match it.

[forgivemeforhiscrimes]

You're welcome to join me, if being surrounded by greenery is your thing. The greenhouse withstood the rust, I'm sure it'll be fine against another round of drunkards.

[Hopefully.]

[moarbracing]

Oh Mother of Moles, now you've said it...

Though the offer is appreciated, I'll find SOME way to get there now, maybe finding dirt that doesn't make my claws itch like crazy.

[She can HOPE]

[forgivemeforhiscrimes]

[You don't know his greenhouse.]

Mm yes, I somewhat know what you mean. I don't know what I'm going to do when I run out of the soil supply the greenhouse brought with it...

[moarbracing]

...

You think it will seriously affect any of your plants? The ones around here are used to it, but...

[forgivemeforhiscrimes]

I don't know, and that's what I'm afraid of. I suppose I could check the warehouses, but I'm hesitant about finding what I need.

[moarbracing]

And even then, it'd still be MAGIC based, since it came from this world and everything.

[Or at least she assumes so]

[forgivemeforhiscrimes]

Yes, exactly. [He's just going to roll with that one.] Plus some of the plants are really... for lack of better term, picky about their soil. I'm not sure the warehouses would have what I needed.

[moarbracing]

Even if they had something that works, who's to say there wouldn't be side effects?

You use magic to builds tunnels, they'll collapse if you haven't dug them well in the first place, I don't want to think about what it does to living things.

[forgivemeforhiscrimes]

Yes, you make an excellent point. [He sighed softly.] Still though, I've got supply yet. It's not a desperate situation.

[moarbracing]

Well, I wish you luck. Maybe that pink garden has its own soil? Before it becomes the magic stuff anyway...

[forgivemeforhiscrimes]

Thank you, and you know, you may be right. I'll have to look into that.