w4 curfew: ruh-roh raptured to dog heaven

[messy]

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[frotag]

You make it a habit of pushin' around punkass kids and getting up in their business?

[ because if nodd still hasn't realized, ichiban is holding the same slime plush that one random teenager beat a guy up over yesterday. (THAT WAS YESTERDAY IT FEELS LIKE FIFTY YEARS AGO) ]

[murdergate]

[ squinting. head tilting. considering. ]

... Did you take that fighty kid's plush?

[ wow you robbed a child, ichiban? strong choice, even for nodd. ]

[frotag]

Bro the punkass kid was me.

[murdergate]

Huh. You know what, that makes sense since I--yeah, that tracks.

[ working hard to remember the original tenor of this conversation ]

And I pushed you?

[frotag]

You didn't put hands on me, but you were asking a lot of questions. Like, you realize no kid's gonna want to talk to some weird adult askin' if they're running around with a gang, right?

[murdergate]

... I'm... sorry I asked you questions. I'll avoid doing so in the future.

[ the confusion is so clear in his voice and upon his face but he has done the social calculations and decided to be agreeable at cost of understanding. ]

[frotag]

. . .

You're not cursed right now, are you?

[murdergate]

I'll give you time to decide if you've forgiven me. Please, don't feel rushed.

[frotag]

Oookay. Well, if you're cursed, sorry to hear that, but if you're just fuckin' around, uh, have fun with that, I'm gonna go play with some dogs until we get knocked out.

[murdergate]

I'm not cursed or fucking around. You have an issue with how I talked to you. I apologized. I'll leave you to your dog time.

[ the pubbies are excellent but the park is mega and nodd doesn't mind a stroll. ]