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"Jeeze, Fids, you find a bone in your water? Wait- shit- /shit/ that's- that's blood are you okay-" - Rae

THE MIDDLE OF A CONVERSATION, MY MUSE BEGINS TO COUGH UP BLOOD. HOW DOES YOUR MUSE RESPOND?

{ @theladyrae }

     With one hand, Fiddleford gripped tightly to the edge of the table, covering his mouth with the other. He moved his hand away slightly to see what was on his hand -- oh jeeze. “Fu--ck...” He covered his mouth again, still coughing, pushing away from the table and leaning forwards, pressing his elbows against his legs.

     Once his coughing fit was (for the most part) over, he moved his hand away again and took a sharp breath, wrapping his other arm around himself.

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TINK.... TINK.... TINK TINK TINK TINK- The window of Fiddlefords bedroom sounded off as small, oddly squirming objects were thrown against the surface. Finally there was a crash, the window shattered, and a bearded lizard was now sitting in the middle of Fiddles bed. It blinked stupidly at the man and then slowly walked off the edge of the covers onto the floor.

     Fiddleford didn’t stir until the loud crash woke him abruptly. He sat up quickly, for a moment wondering if the sound had actually happened or if it were only a dream until he looked to the-- was that a lizard? The sluggish reptile had him distracted for a moment before he turned towards the window, trying to gather just what in the heck was going on.

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✸ - rae (time 2 die)

MY MUSE JUST DREAMT THAT THEY GOT KILLED BY YOURS. SEND ME ‘✸’ FOR MY MUSE TO WAKE UP FROM THEIR NIGHTMARE AND SEEING YOURS.

{ @theladyrae }

     He opened his eyes, pushing himself up immediately when he saw Rae. He scrambled out of bed, immediately tripping and then just cowering on the floor behind the night stand as if that would help at all.

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     At some point, he shuffles out of the bathroom and directly into his bed.

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[Text] fiddleford come out

[TEXT] Wait

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🔪 in the stomach. :3c

SEND ME 🔪 TO STAB MY MUSE.

     There were reasons Fiddleford disliked going out. Getting stabbed wasn’t typically one he had on his mind often but, well, would you look at that! He turned his gaze to his assailant, his hand immediately moving beside the wound.

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" Hey Fiddleford! I made Grilled Cheese! "

     “No! No thank you I’m not hungry!” Fiddleford answered quickly with an edge of panic in his tone. “I’m– No thanks!”

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“Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was real.” - Rae

{ @theladyrae }

     He shook his head slowly. “It… it was…” he mumbled, holding tightly to himself. He shut his eyes and covered his face with a hand, shaking and shivering. “It was!”