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[crummyredbones]

Hug?

* d’aaw.

* you know, i do tend to be the last person people most ask a hug from. 

* but, pfft,  i guess a hug can’t hurt.

[crummyredbones]

*Anon salutes* Aye aye, captain. *Prepares glitter bombs for Orphium and regular bombs for shitty anons.*

* good, good. glitter them good.

* bomb them down several times over, make them sparkle so much it’d be impossible to even wash out the glitter before the year has passed.

* everything they touch will be glitter. keep up the work, make it a reality, solider.

[crummyredbones]

Does that mean all mushy stuff? *X comes in with glitter slime.* If so, should I return this? -X

* and here i thought we all had learned to take everything i say with a grain of salt.

* but please do give me the slime. actually, stick that stuff onto my face.

[crummyredbones]

Anon-a gram for Crummy from Roann! He said ’I LOVE YOU, BROTHER!’’ Also wish you could have seen the glitter bomb go off.~ it was beautiful but apparently they didn't quite believe me when I said it was from you. -X

* d’aaaw. that’s sweet of him.  to think my potential brother in law would say such a thing to crummy old me.

* and i don’t doubt it for a second that the glitter bomb was a beautiful mess. 

* but eh, it’s a huge claim, i don’t blame them for not believing. but thanks, anon!

[crummyredbones]

How was your brother as a child?

* he was an absolute nightmare.

* he did calm down when he was about eighteen, but man, he was an absolute nightmare as a kid. 

[crummyredbones]

We adore you, Crummy. We're sorry it had to go like this. Please rest in peace, when you do....

* the sentiment is really appreciated, but please keep them to a minimum.

* this is a death free zone, you know. 

* at least til i die. snrk. 

[crummyredbones]

please tell us a joke uncle crummy

* oh man, i can’t believe i’ve turned into someone’s uncle.

* welp, alright anon that’s now my little nibling. 

* though i’m afraid my jokes can’t be forced out, my little friend. gotta do it the el naturale way. the pure freshly plucked, virgin way they all seem so interested in.

* and my jokes don’t grow on tree, and even if they did, i wouldn’t reach them before they hit me in the head as soon as they were ripe and ready for harvest under a fresh autumn evening after a good nap.

[crummyredbones]

[A cat comes by with a message for Crummy that is in clear violation of his "no mushy stuff" rule. The nerve.] "I KNOW THINGS HAVEN'T ALWAYS BEEN EASY FOR YOU, AND IT'S TOO LATE TO TELL YOU "DON'T GIVE UP"... BUT I'M PROUD OF HOW FAR YOU GOT IN THE END. I'M GLAD I HAD A CHANCE TO GET TO KNOW YOU, HOWEVER BRIEFLY. I WISH WE HAD MORE TIME. I DON'T WANT TO SAY GOODBYE, EITHER. SO I'LL JUST SAY I LOVE YOU BROTHER AND I'M GOING TO MISS YOU. LOVE, THE GREAT ROAN PAPYRUS."

[ How did that cat get in here? ]

[…]

[ Could he pet it? ]

* huh… another breach to the two rules.

* oh well.

* thanks for the message, cat.