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Bird in the hand. || Henri and Woofio

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Lulukoko remained vibrant and warm year round, and Henri often found himself there during colder months. He didn’t respond well to the cold, and often found himself feeling lethargic and nearly dormant when the sun was away. Thankfully, the people of the town were more than happy to have him around, and he happily helped around with odd jobs.

Trekking up to the temple to feed the birds (and maybe Witchie, if she behaved), Henri found himself immediately mobbed by excited bundles of feathers, already tapping at his pockets for snacks.

“Be patient, okay...? I have plenty for all of you. You, you, Woofio, you....”

...Eh?

“Woofio? Do you come out to the temple often?”

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of large feet and moths || sebastian + woofio

Not many people wander out in the woods in the evening. That’s just... common sense. You never know what you’ll find out here. A bear? Maybe. Aliens? Probable. Humans with harmful intents? Who knows?

Sebastian’s never experienced any of these things. (Even though he would like to see something like aliens, or Bigfoot, or the Mothman...) That’s why he’s comfortable staying out here at all, a cigarette between his lips as he puffs on, twigs snapping under his feet. This is his way of evening out the effects of cigarettes on his health: he walks.

Exercise while he actively sabotages himself. It doesn’t make sense, but it’s better than nothing. Besides, he paces doing just about anything. Like when you talk on the phone, and you keep wandering around as if your brain is trying to find the person you’re talking to.

He’s just... not talking to his cigarette. It’s too quiet for that, he doesn’t want to ruin the lovely silence. It’s eerie and perfect, and he’s absolutely alone. Probably. And, as of now, he’s heading back home before the mountain swallows him up and he gets absolutely lost.

He hears a snap, and turns. A shape moves.

“WOAH HOLY SH--” Sebastian steps back, stumbling a little. His cigarette falls from his lips. Listen, even if he would like to see a cryptid, he’s not completely brave... He’s not in any shape to fight off Mothman in the twilight, and he reaches for his phone, swiping the flashlight on and lifting it... “What in the hell...???”

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A Whole New World

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When Laney did travel, it was mostly for business, but it wasn’t like her to not visit the attractions and natural scenery the town had to offer. Her dad was handling the business part of the trip, she just liked to accompany him so he wouldn’t feel so lonely.

After confirming her father was okay and had the situation handled, she headed someplace quiet. It was a nice place to clear her thoughts clear, especially with such nice weather. She had reached a nice field full of flowers and plants and a gentle breeze that passed through. She was mindlessly wandering about and humming softly to herself when she spotted a figure not too far away from her.

“Oh, pardon me, I thought I was alone for a second.” She walked closer, only to stop at the sight of something peculiar. A dog suit? Was he an entertainer for little children? That had to be the case, right? If it wasn’t... Don’t judge, Laney.

“Uh..A-Are you okay? You’re kind of close to the cliff there...” She called out to the...dog suited figure, hesitantly.

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Dog Lover || Felicity & Woofio

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Cute.

It was so cute. Or rather, they--- he? She? Felicity wasn’t quite sure who was under that adorable dog mask, but she did know one thing: whoever they were, she wanted to be their friend.

Anyone who would happily wear such a charming costume in public had to be a good person! And she would be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little bit curious in the motivations behind it. Why wear a dog suit? How could you eat in it? Where could she get one of her own?

But dumping so many questions on the poor, unsuspecting doggie would no doubt scare them away. So after the animal judging festival concludes, one that she had decided to attend while visiting a nearby town for a food critic job, Felicity plays it cool as she approaches the doggie judge, wearing and kind and friendly smile before squealing: