@fiddlefordhmcgucket is going through a rough time but I love their ( au ) Fiddleford so much! The care and thought that went into the character just shows how much the mun cares about that mechanic. The mun is a delight too.
-anonymous
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@fiddlefordhmcgucket is going through a rough time but I love their ( au ) Fiddleford so much! The care and thought that went into the character just shows how much the mun cares about that mechanic. The mun is a delight too.
-anonymous
@fiddlefordhmcgucket (continued from here)
— —★ Stan scoffed, p a u s i n g to look at the sad clown painting, “Alright, alright, so I’ll agree with you on the first part, but how can you even d o u b t that this is art?” he asked. “Look, I’ve been around the w o r l d; I’ve seen a lot of things and I like to think of myself as a c u l t u r e d man, and this is art if I’ve e v e r seen it.”
[TEXT] KEVIN / [TEXT] Can I make cookies on Christmas Eve???
[text] yes fiddleford?
[text] um i guess hold on ill come home and help
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Kevin wandered into the living room. He looked around the house with a anxious look. Nothing really looked familiar. Was he breaking into people’s houses again? He could have sworn he stopped doing that. There was someone in here. He hear the light strumming of a banjo. “ Well this is a real mess you’ve gotten into Kiran. “ he mumbled to himself. Maybe he could make it to the door before the person came out. He tried to run there but he tripped over the rug and knocked over something from the table onto the floor. It made a loud noise as he fell. “Damn it. “
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@fiddlefordhmcgucket Kevin peered at the door. An uneasy breath escaped him. He needed to tell him about that. Especially since Fiddleford told him about that memory gun thing. But he did not really know how to say it. After a heaving breath he knocked on the door. “ Fiddleford, It’s Sunday. You have to come out. “