Resource-hunting always sucked a little, just a little. Willy tugged the bag of dead fish over his shoulder as he trudged out of the river. With a deep breath, he tossed the bag directly into the open door of his piss-poor house. Right now, since he got out, at least, Willy's been doing his best to gather wood and food. He's hardly made it past stone tools, not wanting to ask for help.

He tugs his uniform back on, forgoing the buttons, when his ear twitches to his right. He stops, hands frozen on the placket of his uniform. His ear twitches again and he turns his head slightly, picking up a child's laughter in the distance.

Giving one final look to the fish, he decides to head to the direction of the sound.

Over the small hill, Willy finds a a small child sitting in the grass alone. They seemed to be picking grass and other things out of the ground until they turn to the house. The door opens and an adult comes out.

Willy doesn't hide, instead comes out a little more to not look like an absolute creep. He watches the adult, a tall reaper-looking person, come out with some toys.

He can feel the way the adult's eyes lock onto him. It feels piercing, like they had thrown a trident directly into his chest. His breathing got a little harder under their gaze, face warm as white eyes stared back at him.

Any attempts to clear his throat only seemed to make it harder, like he was literally frozen in place. His tail didn't even move. Willy was, quite literally, struck by their gaze.

Bad smiles at him. He reaches out and ruffles their hair, knocking her top hat playfully off-kilter.

He finally manages to close his mouth and swallows nervously. He opens his mouth again and hurriedly says, "Willy. Name."

Then closes his eyes with a deep, tired sigh through his nose. His tail finally drops and droops between his legs, ears pinned down in embarrassment. "I am Willy."

“Ohhh!” he exclaims, snapping his fingers as he returns to his normal height. “You’re one of the new residents, that’s right. Nice to meet you, Willy! I’m BadBoyHalo, and this is my son, Dapper.”

Dapper waves hi.

"That's not an answer," Dapper states matter-of-factly.

Deciding to test her hypothesis, Dapper throws the stick behind the man. It's not a bad throw, landing off in the grass not too far away. She watches the dog guy. Dapper wants to see what he'll do, how he'll react.

Oh, he fetches. That's adorable. Bad wonders if it's some kind of canine compulsion. Cellbit does this thing, for example, where if something is close enough to the edge of a table he knocks it off. Bad's had a lot of fun with that one. This looks even more promising. They lift a hand to their mouth to stifle their giggle.

The new resident trots dutifully up to their son, still dripping, stick in hand. His ear twitches and he looks up. Bad watches him notice them.

Their smile is delayed. "Alrighty then! See you around, Willy," he says with a wave.

Resource-hunting always sucked a little, just a little. Willy tugged the bag of dead fish over his shoulder as he trudged out of the river. With a deep breath, he tossed the bag directly into the open door of his piss-poor house. Right now, since he got out, at least, Willy's been doing his best to gather wood and food. He's hardly made it past stone tools, not wanting to ask for help.

He tugs his uniform back on, forgoing the buttons, when his ear twitches to his right. He stops, hands frozen on the placket of his uniform. His ear twitches again and he turns his head slightly, picking up a child's laughter in the distance.

Giving one final look to the fish, he decides to head to the direction of the sound.

Over the small hill, Willy finds a a small child sitting in the grass alone. They seemed to be picking grass and other things out of the ground until they turn to the house. The door opens and an adult comes out.

Willy doesn't hide, instead comes out a little more to not look like an absolute creep. He watches the adult, a tall reaper-looking person, come out with some toys.

He can feel the way the adult's eyes lock onto him. It feels piercing, like they had thrown a trident directly into his chest. His breathing got a little harder under their gaze, face warm as white eyes stared back at him.

Any attempts to clear his throat only seemed to make it harder, like he was literally frozen in place. His tail didn't even move. Willy was, quite literally, struck by their gaze.

Bad smiles at him. He reaches out and ruffles their hair, knocking her top hat playfully off-kilter.

He finally manages to close his mouth and swallows nervously. He opens his mouth again and hurriedly says, "Willy. Name."

Then closes his eyes with a deep, tired sigh through his nose. His tail finally drops and droops between his legs, ears pinned down in embarrassment. "I am Willy."

“Ohhh!” he exclaims, snapping his fingers as he returns to his normal height. “You’re one of the new residents, that’s right. Nice to meet you, Willy! I’m BadBoyHalo, and this is my son, Dapper.”

Dapper waves hi.

"That's not an answer," Dapper states matter-of-factly.

Deciding to test her hypothesis, Dapper throws the stick behind the man. It's not a bad throw, landing off in the grass not too far away. She watches the dog guy. Dapper wants to see what he'll do, how he'll react.

Oh, he fetches. That's adorable. Bad wonders if it's some kind of canine compulsion. Cellbit does this thing, for example, where if something is close enough to the edge of a table he knocks it off. Bad's had a lot of fun with that one. This looks even more promising. They lift a hand to their mouth to stifle their giggle.

The new resident trots dutifully up to their son, still dripping, stick in hand. His ear twitches and he looks up. Bad watches him notice them.

Resource-hunting always sucked a little, just a little. Willy tugged the bag of dead fish over his shoulder as he trudged out of the river. With a deep breath, he tossed the bag directly into the open door of his piss-poor house. Right now, since he got out, at least, Willy's been doing his best to gather wood and food. He's hardly made it past stone tools, not wanting to ask for help.

He tugs his uniform back on, forgoing the buttons, when his ear twitches to his right. He stops, hands frozen on the placket of his uniform. His ear twitches again and he turns his head slightly, picking up a child's laughter in the distance.

Giving one final look to the fish, he decides to head to the direction of the sound.

Over the small hill, Willy finds a a small child sitting in the grass alone. They seemed to be picking grass and other things out of the ground until they turn to the house. The door opens and an adult comes out.

Willy doesn't hide, instead comes out a little more to not look like an absolute creep. He watches the adult, a tall reaper-looking person, come out with some toys.

He can feel the way the adult's eyes lock onto him. It feels piercing, like they had thrown a trident directly into his chest. His breathing got a little harder under their gaze, face warm as white eyes stared back at him.

Any attempts to clear his throat only seemed to make it harder, like he was literally frozen in place. His tail didn't even move. Willy was, quite literally, struck by their gaze.

Bad smiles at him. He reaches out and ruffles their hair, knocking her top hat playfully off-kilter.

He finally manages to close his mouth and swallows nervously. He opens his mouth again and hurriedly says, "Willy. Name."

Then closes his eyes with a deep, tired sigh through his nose. His tail finally drops and droops between his legs, ears pinned down in embarrassment. "I am Willy."

“Ohhh!” he exclaims, snapping his fingers as he returns to his normal height. “You’re one of the new residents, that’s right. Nice to meet you, Willy! I’m BadBoyHalo, and this is my son, Dapper.”

Dapper waves hi.

"That's not an answer," Dapper states matter-of-factly.

Deciding to test her hypothesis, Dapper throws the stick behind the man. It's not a bad throw, landing off in the grass not too far away. She watches the dog guy. Dapper wants to see what he'll do, how he'll react.

Oh, he fetches. That's adorable. Bad wonders if it's some kind of canine compulsion. Cellbit does this thing, for example, where if something is close enough to the edge of a table he knocks it off. Bad's had a lot of fun with that one. This looks even more promising. They lift a hand to their mouth to stifle their giggle.

The new resident trots dutifully up to their son, still dripping, stick in hand. His ear twitches and he looks up. Bad watches him notice them.

Resource-hunting always sucked a little, just a little. Willy tugged the bag of dead fish over his shoulder as he trudged out of the river. With a deep breath, he tossed the bag directly into the open door of his piss-poor house. Right now, since he got out, at least, Willy's been doing his best to gather wood and food. He's hardly made it past stone tools, not wanting to ask for help.

He tugs his uniform back on, forgoing the buttons, when his ear twitches to his right. He stops, hands frozen on the placket of his uniform. His ear twitches again and he turns his head slightly, picking up a child's laughter in the distance.

Giving one final look to the fish, he decides to head to the direction of the sound.

Over the small hill, Willy finds a a small child sitting in the grass alone. They seemed to be picking grass and other things out of the ground until they turn to the house. The door opens and an adult comes out.

Willy doesn't hide, instead comes out a little more to not look like an absolute creep. He watches the adult, a tall reaper-looking person, come out with some toys.

He can feel the way the adult's eyes lock onto him. It feels piercing, like they had thrown a trident directly into his chest. His breathing got a little harder under their gaze, face warm as white eyes stared back at him.

Any attempts to clear his throat only seemed to make it harder, like he was literally frozen in place. His tail didn't even move. Willy was, quite literally, struck by their gaze.

Bad smiles at him. He reaches out and ruffles their hair, knocking her top hat playfully off-kilter.

He finally manages to close his mouth and swallows nervously. He opens his mouth again and hurriedly says, "Willy. Name."

Then closes his eyes with a deep, tired sigh through his nose. His tail finally drops and droops between his legs, ears pinned down in embarrassment. "I am Willy."

“Ohhh!” he exclaims, snapping his fingers as he returns to his normal height. “You’re one of the new residents, that’s right. Nice to meet you, Willy! I’m BadBoyHalo, and this is my son, Dapper.”

Dapper waves hi.

"That's not an answer," Dapper states matter-of-factly.

Deciding to test her hypothesis, Dapper throws the stick behind the man. It's not a bad throw, landing off in the grass not too far away. She watches the dog guy. Dapper wants to see what he'll do, how he'll react.

Resource-hunting always sucked a little, just a little. Willy tugged the bag of dead fish over his shoulder as he trudged out of the river. With a deep breath, he tossed the bag directly into the open door of his piss-poor house. Right now, since he got out, at least, Willy's been doing his best to gather wood and food. He's hardly made it past stone tools, not wanting to ask for help.

He tugs his uniform back on, forgoing the buttons, when his ear twitches to his right. He stops, hands frozen on the placket of his uniform. His ear twitches again and he turns his head slightly, picking up a child's laughter in the distance.

Giving one final look to the fish, he decides to head to the direction of the sound.

Over the small hill, Willy finds a a small child sitting in the grass alone. They seemed to be picking grass and other things out of the ground until they turn to the house. The door opens and an adult comes out.

Willy doesn't hide, instead comes out a little more to not look like an absolute creep. He watches the adult, a tall reaper-looking person, come out with some toys.

He can feel the way the adult's eyes lock onto him. It feels piercing, like they had thrown a trident directly into his chest. His breathing got a little harder under their gaze, face warm as white eyes stared back at him.

Any attempts to clear his throat only seemed to make it harder, like he was literally frozen in place. His tail didn't even move. Willy was, quite literally, struck by their gaze.

Bad smiles at him. He reaches out and ruffles their hair, knocking her top hat playfully off-kilter.

He finally manages to close his mouth and swallows nervously. He opens his mouth again and hurriedly says, "Willy. Name."

Then closes his eyes with a deep, tired sigh through his nose. His tail finally drops and droops between his legs, ears pinned down in embarrassment. "I am Willy."

“Ohhh!” he exclaims, snapping his fingers as he returns to his normal height. “You’re one of the new residents, that’s right. Nice to meet you, Willy! I’m BadBoyHalo, and this is my son, Dapper.”

Dapper waves hi.

Resource-hunting always sucked a little, just a little. Willy tugged the bag of dead fish over his shoulder as he trudged out of the river. With a deep breath, he tossed the bag directly into the open door of his piss-poor house. Right now, since he got out, at least, Willy's been doing his best to gather wood and food. He's hardly made it past stone tools, not wanting to ask for help.

He tugs his uniform back on, forgoing the buttons, when his ear twitches to his right. He stops, hands frozen on the placket of his uniform. His ear twitches again and he turns his head slightly, picking up a child's laughter in the distance.

Giving one final look to the fish, he decides to head to the direction of the sound.

Over the small hill, Willy finds a a small child sitting in the grass alone. They seemed to be picking grass and other things out of the ground until they turn to the house. The door opens and an adult comes out.

Willy doesn't hide, instead comes out a little more to not look like an absolute creep. He watches the adult, a tall reaper-looking person, come out with some toys.

He can feel the way the adult's eyes lock onto him. It feels piercing, like they had thrown a trident directly into his chest. His breathing got a little harder under their gaze, face warm as white eyes stared back at him.

Any attempts to clear his throat only seemed to make it harder, like he was literally frozen in place. His tail didn't even move. Willy was, quite literally, struck by their gaze.

Bad smiles at him. He reaches out and ruffles their hair, knocking her top hat playfully off-kilter.

He finally manages to close his mouth and swallows nervously. He opens his mouth again and hurriedly says, "Willy. Name."

Then closes his eyes with a deep, tired sigh through his nose. His tail finally drops and droops between his legs, ears pinned down in embarrassment. "I am Willy."

“Ohhh!” he exclaims, snapping his fingers as he returns to his normal height. “You’re one of the new residents, that’s right. Nice to meet you, Willy! I’m BadBoyHalo, and this is my son, Dapper.”

Dapper waves hi.

Resource-hunting always sucked a little, just a little. Willy tugged the bag of dead fish over his shoulder as he trudged out of the river. With a deep breath, he tossed the bag directly into the open door of his piss-poor house. Right now, since he got out, at least, Willy's been doing his best to gather wood and food. He's hardly made it past stone tools, not wanting to ask for help.

He tugs his uniform back on, forgoing the buttons, when his ear twitches to his right. He stops, hands frozen on the placket of his uniform. His ear twitches again and he turns his head slightly, picking up a child's laughter in the distance.

Giving one final look to the fish, he decides to head to the direction of the sound.

Over the small hill, Willy finds a a small child sitting in the grass alone. They seemed to be picking grass and other things out of the ground until they turn to the house. The door opens and an adult comes out.

Willy doesn't hide, instead comes out a little more to not look like an absolute creep. He watches the adult, a tall reaper-looking person, come out with some toys.

He can feel the way the adult's eyes lock onto him. It feels piercing, like they had thrown a trident directly into his chest. His breathing got a little harder under their gaze, face warm as white eyes stared back at him.

Any attempts to clear his throat only seemed to make it harder, like he was literally frozen in place. His tail didn't even move. Willy was, quite literally, struck by their gaze.

Bad smiles at him. He reaches out and ruffles their hair, knocking her top hat playfully off-kilter.

He finally manages to close his mouth and swallows nervously. He opens his mouth again and hurriedly says, "Willy. Name."

Then closes his eyes with a deep, tired sigh through his nose. His tail finally drops and droops between his legs, ears pinned down in embarrassment. "I am Willy."

“Ohhh!” he exclaims, snapping his fingers as he returns to his normal height. “You’re one of the new residents, that’s right. Nice to meet you, Willy! I’m BadBoyHalo, and this is my son, Dapper.”

Dapper waves hi.

Resource-hunting always sucked a little, just a little. Willy tugged the bag of dead fish over his shoulder as he trudged out of the river. With a deep breath, he tossed the bag directly into the open door of his piss-poor house. Right now, since he got out, at least, Willy's been doing his best to gather wood and food. He's hardly made it past stone tools, not wanting to ask for help.

He tugs his uniform back on, forgoing the buttons, when his ear twitches to his right. He stops, hands frozen on the placket of his uniform. His ear twitches again and he turns his head slightly, picking up a child's laughter in the distance.

Giving one final look to the fish, he decides to head to the direction of the sound.

Over the small hill, Willy finds a a small child sitting in the grass alone. They seemed to be picking grass and other things out of the ground until they turn to the house. The door opens and an adult comes out.

Willy doesn't hide, instead comes out a little more to not look like an absolute creep. He watches the adult, a tall reaper-looking person, come out with some toys.

He can feel the way the adult's eyes lock onto him. It feels piercing, like they had thrown a trident directly into his chest. His breathing got a little harder under their gaze, face warm as white eyes stared back at him.

Any attempts to clear his throat only seemed to make it harder, like he was literally frozen in place. His tail didn't even move. Willy was, quite literally, struck by their gaze.

Bad smiles at him. He reaches out and ruffles their hair, knocking her top hat playfully off-kilter.

He finally manages to close his mouth and swallows nervously. He opens his mouth again and hurriedly says, "Willy. Name."

Then closes his eyes with a deep, tired sigh through his nose. His tail finally drops and droops between his legs, ears pinned down in embarrassment. "I am Willy."

“Ohhh!” he exclaims, snapping his fingers as he returns to his normal height. “You’re one of the new residents, that’s right. Nice to meet you, Willy! I’m BadBoyHalo, and this is my son, Dapper.”

Dapper waves hi.

Resource-hunting always sucked a little, just a little. Willy tugged the bag of dead fish over his shoulder as he trudged out of the river. With a deep breath, he tossed the bag directly into the open door of his piss-poor house. Right now, since he got out, at least, Willy's been doing his best to gather wood and food. He's hardly made it past stone tools, not wanting to ask for help.

He tugs his uniform back on, forgoing the buttons, when his ear twitches to his right. He stops, hands frozen on the placket of his uniform. His ear twitches again and he turns his head slightly, picking up a child's laughter in the distance.

Giving one final look to the fish, he decides to head to the direction of the sound.

Over the small hill, Willy finds a a small child sitting in the grass alone. They seemed to be picking grass and other things out of the ground until they turn to the house. The door opens and an adult comes out.

Willy doesn't hide, instead comes out a little more to not look like an absolute creep. He watches the adult, a tall reaper-looking person, come out with some toys.

He can feel the way the adult's eyes lock onto him. It feels piercing, like they had thrown a trident directly into his chest. His breathing got a little harder under their gaze, face warm as white eyes stared back at him.

Any attempts to clear his throat only seemed to make it harder, like he was literally frozen in place. His tail didn't even move. Willy was, quite literally, struck by their gaze.

Bad smiles at him. He reaches out and ruffles their hair, knocking her top hat playfully off-kilter.

He finally manages to close his mouth and swallows nervously. He opens his mouth again and hurriedly says, "Willy. Name."

Then closes his eyes with a deep, tired sigh through his nose. His tail finally drops and droops between his legs, ears pinned down in embarrassment. "I am Willy."

Resource-hunting always sucked a little, just a little. Willy tugged the bag of dead fish over his shoulder as he trudged out of the river. With a deep breath, he tossed the bag directly into the open door of his piss-poor house. Right now, since he got out, at least, Willy's been doing his best to gather wood and food. He's hardly made it past stone tools, not wanting to ask for help.

He tugs his uniform back on, forgoing the buttons, when his ear twitches to his right. He stops, hands frozen on the placket of his uniform. His ear twitches again and he turns his head slightly, picking up a child's laughter in the distance.

Giving one final look to the fish, he decides to head to the direction of the sound.

Over the small hill, Willy finds a a small child sitting in the grass alone. They seemed to be picking grass and other things out of the ground until they turn to the house. The door opens and an adult comes out.

Willy doesn't hide, instead comes out a little more to not look like an absolute creep. He watches the adult, a tall reaper-looking person, come out with some toys.

He can feel the way the adult's eyes lock onto him. It feels piercing, like they had thrown a trident directly into his chest. His breathing got a little harder under their gaze, face warm as white eyes stared back at him.

Any attempts to clear his throat only seemed to make it harder, like he was literally frozen in place. His tail didn't even move. Willy was, quite literally, struck by their gaze.

Resource-hunting always sucked a little, just a little. Willy tugged the bag of dead fish over his shoulder as he trudged out of the river. With a deep breath, he tossed the bag directly into the open door of his piss-poor house. Right now, since he got out, at least, Willy's been doing his best to gather wood and food. He's hardly made it past stone tools, not wanting to ask for help.

He tugs his uniform back on, forgoing the buttons, when his ear twitches to his right. He stops, hands frozen on the placket of his uniform. His ear twitches again and he turns his head slightly, picking up a child's laughter in the distance.

Giving one final look to the fish, he decides to head to the direction of the sound.

Over the small hill, Willy finds a a small child sitting in the grass alone. They seemed to be picking grass and other things out of the ground until they turn to the house. The door opens and an adult comes out.

Willy doesn't hide, instead comes out a little more to not look like an absolute creep. He watches the adult, a tall reaper-looking person, come out with some toys.