Audience: Sheila Hammond

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[toesies]

But Yuri told Harrowhark you were the one who shared that info.

[A pause, peering at them.]

Look, just to be clear, I'm not mad! I am also not blind. My third delivery was on the crispier side, and this week, I woke up to a bag of sharp teeth. All I want to know is if I have to worry about someone or something else eating our friends for breakfast.

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[siri how do i get out of an uncomfortable conversation]

I really don't know about any of that, but uh. I'd say the bodies are definitely gone for good?

[toesies]

[Just. Staring at them with a look that screams I'm not mad, just disappointed.]

... Fine. I'll follow your recommendation and take my question to Gluttony, even though Yuri specifically said your name.

[Thankfully, it is also kindness week so she is saying this. Very kindly. Like she appreciates this recommendation.]

Anyway— The dogs?

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[STOP DON'T MOM FACE THEM]

Sure wish Yuri wouldn't go blabbing. [they grumble. but. dogs!]

-- Oh, what about them? Here. [they hand sheila the poodle, who absolutely does not want to be held.]

[toesies]

Yeah, well, you tell most people there's a horrible monster eating their dearly departed friends and they're going to be pretty fucking alarmed.

[Smiling! In that terrible disappointed mom way. This is still a kindness. Her tone is very kind.

She will accept this poodle, huffing a little as she gently tries to scratch behind its ears. The poodle does not look happy at all and that's a mood? Her emotional support poodle now.]

What's their name?

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[:( they just don't answer that first part.

the poodle on the other hand is doing this thing where it clearly likes the attention and being scritched but also has a reputation to maintain, so it has to act like it doesn't want to be petted.

wrath just watches a little fondly.]

... That one is Coco.

[toesies]

[telltale voice: sheila will remember that.

Sheila also loves this poodle? Fancy little binch gets all the scratchies.]

Coco's a cute name. And your other friend?

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Mango.

[they say, glancing over their shoulder. said pitbull huffs and stretches out, sleepily looking up at both of them.]

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[She lifts one hand and wiggles her fingers at the pitbull. Hewwo.]

Is the one-eyed bulldog named after a fruit, too?

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[the pitbull sneezes excitedly and crawls up from under wrath to go bulldoze into sheila, licking her face.]

Nah. The bulldog's name is Chesney.

[toesies]

Well, that just makes me think of chestnuts.

[Wrath is extremely lucky she can't stay annoyed while buried in dogs? The poodle will be momentarily ignored so she can scratch around the pitbull's neck, immediately descending into baby speak. Who's a good boy? Who's the best boy?]

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[good this may have been the intention

the pitbull is loving this, leg kicking. however, the poodle is incredibly offended. which is why it dramatically falls on the ground and stares at sheila and the pitbull like it's been betrayed.]

[toesies]

[Tis but a temporary distraction.

But it is very effective at the moment! She looks at the poodle and frees up at hand, gesturing at it to scooch back over.]

Oh, come on. I only have two hands!

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[this is the end for the poodle, it just rolls over on its back and whines. wrath is just laughing, like the worst person in the world.

the pitbull stops licking sheila's face long enough to go over, nudge the poodle over again so that it can pick the poodle up by the scruff, and then deposits the poodle in sheila's lap. fixed! yay!]

[toesies]

[This is the most dramatic poodle and she is here for it.

She boops the poodle's nose when it's back on her lap, and scratches behind the pitbull's ears.]

Why thank you, Mango. Aren't you the sweetest?

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[the poodle is doing its best, probably.

it sneezes, when she boops the nose, but seems appeased. this is a win/win scenario. the pitbull is oblivious, just having the time of its life.

wrath is watching, their fingers curled into the front of their robes. there's almost a sense of sadness, coming from them.]

[toesies]

[She is distracted by the dogs, but apparently not distracted enough to miss this. She raises an eyebrow while continuing to distribute pets.]

What's with the long fa— [...] hood?

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[snort.]

Uh - nothing. I just... miss people. That's all.

[toesies]

Specific people...?

[There are people here, Wrath.]

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[... they can't be mean, so:]

Yyyyyes. Specific people. Like my friends back home.

[toesies]

Oh... I'm sorry. It must be rough.

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[they sigh, and fall back to lay on the floor. the poodle squirms out of sheila's lap to go rest its head on wrath's stomach.]

It's uh, it's fine. They don't remember I exist right now, so it doesn't matter.

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... What? Wait, why? Why wouldn't they remember you? I mean, come on, with a personality like yours?

[She means this in a good way.]

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[that makes them laugh.]

I don't, um. I don't know, actually! I can't really talk to them. I just know they don't know who I am.

[toesies]

Well... I hope they remember you soon. Then you can give them shit for forgetting you in the first place.