[He snorts hard enough to show that he receives that as a joke, but with this sort of tired expression that implies that might be a real concern. And draws back into the kitchen, where he's cutting some kind of meatloaf thing into little cubes.
Silvally is sprawled against the other side of the island, waiting for its cubes. It lifts its head enough that its crest peeks over the edge of the counter, and whistles a two-note hello.]
The rain is fine. It's the mud that's just gross. It was fun for one day, maybe.
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Date: 2023-04-21 11:16 pm (UTC)Silvally is sprawled against the other side of the island, waiting for its cubes. It lifts its head enough that its crest peeks over the edge of the counter, and whistles a two-note hello.]
The rain is fine. It's the mud that's just gross. It was fun for one day, maybe.