Auchor: Sorry I'm late, I was...doing things.
Niq: Lemme guess. Zaph is about to come in here and say that he's 'things'
Auchor: um
Zaph: *stomps in, looking noticeably disheveled* HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE DREFFING STAIRS
Auchor: You tRIPPED
Zaph: OVER YOUR FOOT
Auchor: you can't prove anything.
Zaph: ...
Auchor: And that implies there's something to prove.
Zaph: ...
Auchor: Which there's not. Um.
Zaph: This is one of those times where I'm not sure if I want to kiss you or banish you from Shonea.
Niq: Zaph I just feel like reminding you that you are expected to run a dreefin' kingdom someday you'd better learn to make decisions
Theresa: *looks in* Not if we can't solve this Qihaq-damned mystery. Then there'll be no kingdom to worry about.
Zaph and Niq: NOT HELPFUL
Peace, love, and i'm heckin delirious again
~Rochelle
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