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[dignity_misery]

I guess it's my turn.

[Well, hello City. Carla is sitting on the floor, watching Peanut shake... something. The puppy is really enjoying himself, growling and yipping in high trills that are far from intimidating.]

A year isn't much, I know some of you have been here longer. I think the tradition is to complain about it, but...

[Finally, she reaches over to take the thing from Peanut. It's a bird. And those who've known her all this year long might recognize a barbet when they see one. Carla smiles lazily.]

I'm fine with staying. Come here, Peanut.

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[dignity_misery]

Goats?

[...She hasn't heard about the goats...]

[worldofourown]

They're demon-goats. Or something. [ Brightly, ] They hunt and eat vampires. Like pigs with truffles.

[ He is quite enthused about this ok. ]

[dignity_misery]

[...That's cute...]

So we follow them to the vampires.

[And watch them chow down.]

[worldofourown]

And get to play with the [ survivors ] leftovers.

[ Good times to be had by all. ]

[dignity_misery]

I haven't torn apart too many vampires.

[worldofourown]

We'll remedy that on tonight's outing.

[ Delicious bloody goat-fodder c: ]

[dignity_misery]

Alright.

[She'll get a baby-sitter for Peanut.]

[worldofourown]

[ And entrails rained through the air like confetti~♥ ]

[dignity_misery]

[ A magical affair, the stuff that dreams are made of. ]