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I may not know a lot about plants, but I'm fairly sure these aren't the kind that like having their roots ripped out and moved around like someone's toy worm. [ Wolfwood knows there might be magic that can do something about that, if nothing else. Still. ] Vash likes it here.

Fine, I won't ask you guys to move closer so I have an easier time dropping by. [ ...as if she has a hard time now. It's nothing at all to make the trek as a coyote and is, in fact, enjoyable. ]

Thank you, I am so grateful you know how to use those two things on the end of your body called legs.

[ That's the sound of her blowing a raspberry. ]

It isn't even a desert! It's a lush eden!

So?

That's like walking through paradise.

I'm lazy, Wolfwood. I don't want to walk through hell or paradise to visit my loved ones.

I will.

I'll just bitch about it.

Edited (ooops) 2024-12-01 03:03 (UTC)

What would you do with nothing to bitch about? You need it.

As if I'd ever run out in Folkmore.

You need some variety. Can't go off about Thirteen all the time.

And that's where you come in, huh?

I'm helping a friend out.

Gosh, I'm so lucky. [ It sounds like sarcasm. It's most definitely sincere. ]

It's my charm.

Charm my ass.

I don't have anything to help with constipation.

[ Please enjoy the fakest, most forced laugh in existence. ]

You're welcome. [ He takes a bow. ]

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