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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]

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.

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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.

[boutant]

[ Oh thank god. ]

That's probably a good thing.

[withloadedguns]

[Sure, if you like temporary insanity.]

Yeah.

[boutant]

Tell your horse he owes me one, okay?

[withloadedguns]

How do you want him to pay you back?

[boutant]

I haven't figured that out yet. Any ideas? You know him better than I do.

[withloadedguns]

He's the one that kicked you.

[boutant]

I don't think kicking him back would go over too well.

[withloadedguns]

No. Probably not.

[boutant]

I'd probably just break my foot.

[withloadedguns]

I don't think you want that right now.

[boutant]

I don't think I want that ever.

We'll work something out.

[withloadedguns]

All right.

Up to you two, then.

[boutant]

[ It'll probably end with Ariadne spoiling his horse even more. Brushes will be involved. Honestly, she'd love to go for a ride, but not without the cowboy's permission. She's smarter than that. ]