missile.

[oathic]

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week 0, sunday.

[oathic]

['sup, dog.]

Hi there! You're Missile, right?

[gitalong]

[ 'sup, person(?) ]

Yes! Yes, I am! Hello! What's your name?

[oathic]

[that question mark is valid]

I'm Babo Kim! It's nice to meet you, Missile. Are you having fun, being able to talk to others?

[gitalong]

[ i see i see, perverts aren't people, good to know ]

Oh yes, this collar is wonderful! It's much more fun when everyone can understand the things I'm saying! Though I'm not sure everyone enjoys it - but at least this way we won't misunderstand each other!

Now if only I could find a way to grow thumbs... then nothing would be beyond my grasp!

[oathic]

[NO]

Haha, good luck with that! But hey, Missile, I have a request to make of you. Is that okay?

[gitalong]

[ no, they aren't! you're correct!! ]

Of course it's okay! I may just be a little doggy, but I will do my best to fulfill your request! That's what a top Pomeranian does!

[oathic]

Thanks! I'm really counting on you.

You see, there's someone named Brilith here. You'll know her by the long red hair and red eyes. She's your roommate... though I don't know if you know that? Can you read?

[if this dog was a sura, it'd be one thing, but he's. pretty sure he's a proper dog?]

week 2, friday.

[oathic]

[well, okay. babo kim's heading to the library, where his favourite thing in this entire house is.

... no, not missile. sorry, missile. but seeing him here is a mild surprise.]

Oh, hey, Missile.

[gitalong]

[ Missile is sitting so dang close to the fireplace he's basically about to fall in ]

Hi Babo Kim... Is it snowing outside?

[oathic]

[babo kim will join him because he, too, is freezing! for some reason!]

Nnnnnoooo...?

[gitalong]

[ gosh, how strange. and Babo Kim gets to wear clothes and everything! ]

Then why is it so cold out? It's terrible!

[oathic]

I wish I knew, buddy. It is pretty cold, huh?

[gitalong]

Yeah...

[ Babo Kim is sitting, isn't he? if he is, Missile will, after a moment of contemplation, take the opportunity to crawl into his lap. and if he isn't...! well i guess he can just cuddle against his thigh ]

Something happened in the infirmary last night... I think.

w3, saturday, post trial

[gitalong]

[ /walks right in through the doggy door without a care in the world ]

I hope it's here... or did I put it somewhere else? Maybe it's in another room...

[oathic]

[well okay.

agni's probably out on the balcony, though he steps back into the room when he hears missile. ah, right. the dog can still get in.]

Missile? You looking for something, pal?

[gitalong]

Hi, Babo Kim! Yes, I'm looking for... several things! But first, I'm looking for the bag with my name on it. The one we got when we woke up here!

[ he hopes it's not in Mammon's junk pile... he'll never find it if it is ]

[oathic]

Oh? What do you need that for?

[though he'll start looking for it...]

[gitalong]

The bells to call Miss Peach and the others are in it, aren't they? I want to ask Miss Peach something!

[ he says that... but are the bells even in the bag? he doesn't know. ]

[oathic]

... Those were in a box, Missile.

[with that said, he heads over to the box with missile's name, assuming it's never left this room. has it... ever been opened...]

w5, post trial

[gitalong]

[ hey Agni, when you look up from your sword cleaning or whatever you want to call it

there's a lamp.

there's also a couple of prepackaged granola bars. ]

[oathic]

[...]

Missile?

[gitalong]

[





the lamp starts dancing. as a lamp does ]

Hi, Agni! Are you hungry? You were gone for so long, so I got some snacks for you!

[oathic]

[............ well, agni supposes that given missile's general state of cluelessness, he wouldn't be mad.]

Thanks, Missile. But I don't actually get hungry...

[gitalong]

[ :) r u sure abt that ]

Oh... really? I guess that's good... But you should still eat something! It's good for you!

[oathic]

[wow can't believe even the dog is here to yell at him]

... Guess I can't argue with that.