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"At least I'm telling the truth!" He said shrugging.

"well at least i got a hot boyfriend" she smiled

He smiled up at her warmly "where is Thor and Bambi?"

She looked around, and whistled bambi comes running out barking and jumped onto heather, heather giggled "thor!?"

He was asleep on a love seat with his belly up. He heard his name and he woke up. He saw Adrian, Bambi, and Heather and he started wagging his tail and went to them.

Heather scratched behind his ear

He turned his head and leaned into her scratches.

Evan was curled up in a corner in a fetal position, crying as usual, holding his Fredbear tightly.

Fumizuki goes over to Evan and comforts him. "It okay, fwend."

He went over to Evan wagging his tail. He climbed up and sniffed him and rested his head on the boy.

Evan whined to Fumizuki and Thor, "M'head hurts, and my shirt tag is itchy..."

(( not me projecting on the last bit 😭 my shirt tags have been driving me insane here lately ))

Fumizuki brings Evan a glass of water. "This might help."

"I wouldn't really know on that one, but, it's not like I actually go out and look."

He came out with a glass of juice for each for Evan and Fumizuki, and half a Tylenol for Evan. "All I have is a chef jacket. It has no tags, but it would be big on you..."

Smiling as she sat down onto a bar stool, she waved at mathius, "some sort of hog or...pork...I think you call it, please. Vinegar and garlic sauce please. And I plan on inviting a friend. Make a double and I'll make it worth your while" she slid three platinum crowns across the bar. Obviously way too much for a simple meal for two

"Last time I heard that said to anyone, it certainly was worth his while. I don't think his stamina recovered though. Not my problem."

"Everyone's mind is always in the gutter, I didn't mean sex. I ment a tip for him." She shrugged and placed a familiar pipe in-between her lips but doesn't light it. It was obvious where onyx had picked up the habit

"Look, I'm a Marine lugging around a 42 pound gun and then 61 pounds of gear for it—I'm allowed to be gutter-minded."

"42? What a heavy gun, the newest ones are around 12" she tapped her nails in the counter

"It's my job to be gutter-minded. Heck, I am the gutter."