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[textualhealing]

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:(
sharkbait is in doge mourning
how you holding up momma bear?

[aggressiveapathy]

[in (loving) thanks for this show of concern...

Jeff will find all his bedsheets have been stolen.]

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[And sometime after sheets are stolen.]

Guess I'll just join you in your bed instead.

[aggressiveapathy]

these are mine now

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But now I'm sad and cold.

[aggressiveapathy]

good
i feel better
by contrast

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Would you feel better if Sharkbait humped your leg for a bit?

[aggressiveapathy]

no
he needs to hump yours to a splinter
that would be good

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Alright I'll get him started up now.
You can come watch.
I'll provide the booze.

[aggressiveapathy]

if you're lying
i'm going to shave your head
with a fishing hook

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Not lying. He's already making a start.
maybe we can get super drunk and xbox it tonight. Order takeout. I don't want salad, I want sadness carbs.

[aggressiveapathy]

he's not *dead*
but
deep fried ice cream or nothing

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Deal. Deep fried ice cream.
He'll be back. I know. But I get lonely at night without him :(

[aggressiveapathy]

if you turn your sheets into a blanket fort over the couch
maybe
we can work something out

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Ok. If you return my sheets for such a task I'll do it. I'm not the best blanket fort maker tho. Don't expect Troy levels of fort.

[aggressiveapathy]

no one is that good

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I know. :(
I miss Troy.
I miss Will.

[aggressiveapathy]

god
my phone's sad teenage girl quote is filled
sheets on couch
you have 1 hour

[ before the cuddle-session-that-dare-not-speak-its-name begins ]

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[So much woeful cuddling.]

go deep fry that ice cream. or order it in. or idk. get the raccoons on it

[aggressiveapathy]

oh
they're on it

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Good.
One hour! It will be the most epic of blanket forts. If I can get sharkbait to stop humping stuff.

[aggressiveapathy]

[ She doesn't reply to that, because there is nothing else to say. One hour later, though, she is in the living room. Looking both to evaluate the blanket fort offering and to receive her fried ice cream dessert from the raccoon masses. ]

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[Jeff does as he's told and spends the hour erecting a most impressive blanket fort. He uses all the sheets he's got and strings them from light fixtures and nearby furniture to stretch it over and out from the couch. He's sitting cross legged by the entrance engrossed in his phone by the time April shows up, Sharkbait laying nearby looking forever morose, but that's just permabulldog face.]

Hey. [Textingtexting.]

[aggressiveapathy]

[ She was impressed. She couldn't help it. Half-hearted effort at best had been her expectation level, and instead...

God. Will really did have two spouses.

April crawls in the entrance and makes herself comfortable before replying. ]

That better not be Fred on the phone.

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[Always putting in the extra effort for ~family~.]

Hnnaah, kind of avoiding talking to him until Will comes back- [Staying positive about his return kthx! While also being aware of the troll that is Fred.] -otherwise I'm pretty sure I'd be forced to punch him repeatedly.

[But the phone gets slid across the ground for now as he crawls in and finds himself a cushioned area.] So, do I pass?