Azumi finally waddled in the bar, unaware of everything. Her son, Ren, followed
"Why do you keep waddling?" Ren rolled his eyes "Can't you just... walk?"
"I like how I walk, thank you very much!" She giggled.
"Why do you keep waddling?" Ren rolled his eyes "Can't you just... walk?"
"I like how I walk, thank you very much!" She giggled.
"Right on time. Hey Azumi.....Ren....I will be away for a few days. You know my wife died, and I can only assume the same happened to Charlie and Wish. I never gave myself a chance to truly grieve and mourn"
He stood in front of Ren and put his hands on his shoulders "Ren, your mom loves you. She may be overtly silly, but you will one day miss her antics, especially when you become a man. Just try to think about that"
The reason Mathius was overprotective of Ren was now obvious: he saw Ren as his only child now.
He stood in front of Ren and put his hands on his shoulders "Ren, your mom loves you. She may be overtly silly, but you will one day miss her antics, especially when you become a man. Just try to think about that"
The reason Mathius was overprotective of Ren was now obvious: he saw Ren as his only child now.
Drael looked over at Mathius and listened. Inside, he was glad Mathius was going to take time to start healing.
"I think cousin Wish might still be alive."
"Fumizuki's probably right ..."
Jooters walked into the bar, looking confused.
"Hey, I found a building sort of nearby in the multiversity space. It's called Trixo's Bar. Does it have anything to do with here?"
"Hey, I found a building sort of nearby in the multiversity space. It's called Trixo's Bar. Does it have anything to do with here?"
Mathius had gone into a room.and locked the door and finally allowed himself to mourn.
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Jooters walked into the bar, looking confused.
"Hey, I found a building sort of nearby in the multiversity space. It's called Trixo's Bar. Does it have anything to do with here?"
"Hey, I found a building sort of nearby in the multiversity space. It's called Trixo's Bar. Does it have anything to do with here?"
"I don't think so? Did you misspell the name of this place in a GPS again, fwend?"
She was passed out outside of the bar, battered and disheveled with glitter on her torn clothes and fur.
He scooped Natasha up and brought her inside.
She coughs and groans, smelling like smoke and mud. She flicks her ears as she stirs. Her nose twitches, "Smells like the bar again." She squints to the bright lights, "I can't remember anything."
"You were outside up against the wall...."
"Did you see a second bar out there?"
"No. I didn't see anything out there. Do me a favor and bring me a glass of cream for Ms. Natasha, sweet face."
Fumizuki thinks for a moment. "Cream…cream as in ice cream?"
"No, sweet face. The type Uncle Mathius puts in his coffee"
*thinking floof noises* "Oh, okie." Fumizuki heads off to the kitchen, and returns a few minutes later with a carton of coffee cream. "This stuff?"
"Excellent. Thank you, sweet face"
Fumizuki returns to doodling in a notebook with some crayons.
He is sprawled out on the couch asleep in the same place he always sleeps. He was sleeping in the same position he was when Azumi slept on his head.
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