8th Howl

[fatefullfriend]

[Phone]

...I wonder if this is what it feels like after a long week of drinking alcohol. I've never had any before, but I've read that blackouts are common when one binges. Anyways, I seem to have lost some time, so I apologize to anyone [she attempted to jump into the lap of as if she was a chihuahua instead of a wolf] I acted... unusual toward.

I do have a question for you all. How many of you consider yourself kin to canines? Dogs, wolves, foxes or the like...

[She then chuckles.] And Garviel? You don't count for this purposes of this call. But I'd like to see you.

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[nazewithnothing]

Don't worry about it. The bruises are mostly gone anyway.

Good to hear you're back.

[fatefullfriend]

...do I even want to know?

[nazewithnothing]

You thought you were a small lapdog.

Physics disagreed.

[fatefullfriend]

...oh.

[nazewithnothing]

Don't sound so serious, I didn't break anything. Just bruised a little... it was actually kind of amusing.

[fatefullfriend]

That doesn't make it any less mortifying.

[nazewithnothing]

[A chuckle]

I should have taken pictures. You're lucky that technology isn't as commonly available in this era.

[fatefullfriend]

I think the picture wouldn't be as funny as you're imagining it to be.

[nazewithnothing]

...that's true, it might have looked more like you were trying to eat me or something.

[fatefullfriend]

More than likely. At least I didn't hurt you.

[nazewithnothing]

Yes, I suppose the upside of your droned self thinking you were a lapdog was not thinking you were a ferocious guard dog. That would have been dangerous, to say the least...