( bones exists in various iterations of checkered button-downs and jeans, favoring blues out of some misplaced sense of obligation. when he swings open the door he's having a one-sided conversation with his new god-given pet, who is balanced on his shoulder. )
Yeah, ( he says, like talking to small balls of fur is completely normal, ) that's what I said--
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Yeah, ( he says, like talking to small balls of fur is completely normal, ) that's what I said--
( and then he stops as he spots fiona. )
I'm afraid not.