Room 505, Thursday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

So it turns out that punching a tree? Kinda stupid. SAM. Which was why the girl with her chin buried in the fur of a hunting hound (that she was still allowed to call a puppy because...YOUR FACE) looked like she was flipping people the bird if they walked past the half-open door. It wasn't them; it was just the splint. ...Okay, it was also the mood. But still not them.

Brynne, unsurprisingly, was very good at cuddling; Owain...tried to be? But there was a reason the owl on the bed was currently cuddling with Francine's birthday present (whose name was apparently Agravaine, according to -- well, that thought wasn't depressing, was it) instead of Francine.

Look, she wasn't letting them spend the night in the stables tonight, shut up. Also, just... shut up.

[OOC: Open but emo. Last post before Francie heads off for the backpacking trip, but probably not the last post in Fandom.]

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[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Blind Seer and me take care of horses every week!" Firekeeper pointed out, digging out her phone and offering it to Francine. "Two more would be no trouble. Neither would a dog and bird."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Really? Are you sure?" Not about the phone - that was getting Francine's number regardless. "I'm not even sure I want to go now, but..." But maybe Fandom would seem less empty now if they weren't in Fandom for a bit.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

"Would not say it if I were not sure," Firekeeper scoffed. "You go! See new places!" it was not an opportunity Firekeeper or Blind Seer would ever in a million years consider missing. New and exciting places!