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[boutant]

[ Ariadne is most definitely not in her room; in fact, to those who may recognize it, she is definitely in Simon and Seth's apartment. She's definitely not wearing anything that belongs to her, either; she's got one of Simon's shirts on, the collar currently crooked as she presses some ice to her shoulder. There's a bruise in the shape of a horse hoof there. When she speaks, her voice is louder than normal, like she's trying to hear herself. ]

I really want to apologize to everyone whose pets or... selves... I may have tried eating over the weekend. I was all cheetah and couldn't stop myself. To the owner of the now-missing chickens, I'm willing to pay you back, if you'd like.

[ She shifts, only to grimace, hand moving to her ribs for a moment. Ow. ]

Someone please tell me Waffle's okay. I'll be home soon, once moving stops hurting so much and the ringing in my ears goes away.

Comments

[withloadedguns]

The horse kicked you.

[boutant]

Yeah, he did. Is he okay? I didn't actually claw him or anything, did I?

[withloadedguns]

No, but...

Maybe we ought to ask you the same thing.

[boutant]

Well, I've got a kick to the ribs from a man who weighs at least 200 pounds, a kick to the shoulder from a horse who weighs a lot more than that, and my ears are still ringing from how trigger-happy you and Arthur get when trying to scare off cheetahs.

But at least I didn't get shot.

[withloadedguns]

You weren't gonna scare any other way.

[boutant]

I was hungry.

[withloadedguns]

Yeah.

[boutant]

The horse was too big for me, really, but...

[withloadedguns]

You were hungry.

[boutant]

[ There's a laugh, then a wince. Ow. Ribs. ]

Right. That's where the chickens came in.

[withloadedguns]

Yeah?

[boutant]

There might be a lot of feathers around the barn.

[withloadedguns]

They'll clean up.

[boutant]

Hopefully.

[ Pause. ]

Were you... holding something while I was chasing you?

[withloadedguns]

[Why you gotta do this?]

...maybe.

[boutant]

[ Because she's Ariadne. ]

Maybe?

[withloadedguns]

You might not have been the only one cursed that day.

[boutant]

... You didn't kidnap a baby, did you?

[withloadedguns]

No.

[What the hell. Why not?]

He was mine.

[boutant]

You had a baby?

[ She almost ate a baby?! ]

[withloadedguns]

You know you weren't the only one cursed that day.

[boutant]

No, definitely not.

[withloadedguns]

[At least she didn't ask the "baby's" name...]

Even the chickens'll understand.

[boutant]

The ones I didn't eat, maybe.

... So was it actually a baby?

[withloadedguns]

No. Not really.