Chibified Shipper

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Hey! I LOVE you’re radioapple story! I was wondering if you were planning on continuing it? 
          No rush really, just wanna know ;)

FIC UPDATE TODAY 

Hi there!
          
          I just came here to tell you that so far the story it is much fitting for Appleradio. (My opinion) BTW I am obsessed with your story.
          
          
          
          Thank you!!!
          

Sorry I've been afk, hopefully I'll be back soon :( been caught up with things

I'll try and get an update out today/tomorrow!!

Sneak peak of next chapter
          
          'The very much not-a-door peels themselves off the wall to glare at him, and Alastor snorts at the sight of Charlie bleeding profusely from the nose and with her clothes all rumpled up and creased. She'd gotten a smudge of the fluid on the nicely patterned wallpaper, what a shame. "AL!" Is repeated at much the same volume as before, but a rather different tone.
          
          The man in question blinks innocently, leaning in such a way to facilitate a mimed tip of the hat. "Yes, Charlotte?"
          
          Charlie drags her knuckles clumsily across her nose. "Why'd you dodge!"
          
          "I had a sense of impending doom, as though I were about to be attacked."
          
          "I was going to hug you!" She protests.
          
          Alastor's brow scrunched in consternation. "Why would you hug me?"
          
          "WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU?!"'

Another chapter tomorrow (...If I remember)

Second and final sneak peek for chapter 7, coming out today :)
          
          
          'That was the good thing about an amorphous, inpermeable entity. It could refashion it's limbs into an effective tray shape and save its master from any indignity. The creature liked to play around often with this ability when Alastor (rarely) allowed it or (more likely) didn't notice it was doing so, making shadow animals with its hands that were definitely beyond the capability of what 10 fingers and two palms should be able to craft. Some time ago at the start of Husk's indebted contract to him he remembered he had been lecturing the short cat only to be cut off by a burst of violent laughter from the feline. Before the cannibal could even retaliate in his confusion and rage at seemingly being mocked, Husk had brought his attention to his shadow... which had been making bunny ears behind his head for most of the conversation and had just started miming a galloping horse.
          
          He'd banished it for a week after that.'

Next chapter of SatS should be posted in the next 10 hours if nothing goes wrong!