[Phone]
N...nyaa, I feel terrible... [Are you at all familiar with that 'urp'ing sound that cats make when they're about to throw up? That's the sound that's coming through on the phone. Urp, and urp, and then... yeah.
Then there's a bit of pitiful whining, before Nyanpire speaks again.]
Greed... Greed told me it wasn't good for me, but... but I ate the pie, and the hot dogs, and... and the milkshakes, and the pie... Nyaaaa, I'm sorry.... It tasted so good...
[Action, 1649 Albright, Saturday afternoon]
[Getting something in the mail was normally a joyous occasion. At least, it was for Nyanpire. It was always a little piece of home that made him smile and was even fun, like his yarn or his favorite ketchup. But the box that was waiting for him contained a simple green candied apple.
The one Masamunya bought him at the summer festival. The one that he hadn't even liked.
Nyanpire wasn't even sure what emotion he was feeling now, but it wasn't a good one. It was a completely lousy one. So there he sits on the front step with his candied apple in his paws, taking the occasional sad and sulky lick.]
N...nyaa, I feel terrible... [Are you at all familiar with that 'urp'ing sound that cats make when they're about to throw up? That's the sound that's coming through on the phone. Urp, and urp, and then... yeah.
Then there's a bit of pitiful whining, before Nyanpire speaks again.]
Greed... Greed told me it wasn't good for me, but... but I ate the pie, and the hot dogs, and... and the milkshakes, and the pie... Nyaaaa, I'm sorry.... It tasted so good...
[Action, 1649 Albright, Saturday afternoon]
[Getting something in the mail was normally a joyous occasion. At least, it was for Nyanpire. It was always a little piece of home that made him smile and was even fun, like his yarn or his favorite ketchup. But the box that was waiting for him contained a simple green candied apple.
The one Masamunya bought him at the summer festival. The one that he hadn't even liked.
Nyanpire wasn't even sure what emotion he was feeling now, but it wasn't a good one. It was a completely lousy one. So there he sits on the front step with his candied apple in his paws, taking the occasional sad and sulky lick.]
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