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Room 121, Tuesday, late evening
"It's raining pudding," Xander says, looking out the window a little wistfully. It would probably sound less inane if it weren't the third time he's repeated it.
It's not that he's surprised; it's Fandom. Just... it's raining pudding, and he's inside. Because he already showered once this afternoon, after Scoobying, and it seems like too much of an effort to do it again, even for chocolate. Besides, if he goes out, Bridge will insist on going out too, and that would be a whole other ball of sticky fur.
"Ribbit," Jeremiah adds, in what's probably meant to be a consoling manner.
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[Locked to, er. The ferret. And the frog, I s'pose. Aaand contents NFB, yis.]
It's not that he's surprised; it's Fandom. Just... it's raining pudding, and he's inside. Because he already showered once this afternoon, after Scoobying, and it seems like too much of an effort to do it again, even for chocolate. Besides, if he goes out, Bridge will insist on going out too, and that would be a whole other ball of sticky fur.
"Ribbit," Jeremiah adds, in what's probably meant to be a consoling manner.
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[Locked to, er. The ferret. And the frog, I s'pose. Aaand contents NFB, yis.]
