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{Nice glasses by the way.}

* ... thanks

* [ They roll they moss up into a little piece of paper. And then, digging into their pocket, they pull out a shitty little lighter. ]

* "Arf Arf! Good puppy!"

* [ Kris perks up at reading this secret, extra text. ]

* [ Under their breath, they mumble some choice words. ]

* "Arf?"

* arf.

[ * Kris barks quite solemnly. ]

* [ Kris yelps in surprise! ]

* [ However, they quickly come to their senses, and start catching the thrown moss. ]

* (You already know what you probably want to do.)

* (Perpetuate the cycle of existence?)

* [ Kris is guilty of perpetuating many cycles. ]

* [ This is no different. ]

* ["For a good puppy and their dragon friend."]

* [ Kris blinks. They wish they could catch whoever it was who was leaving these gifts. ]

* [ Regardless, it didn't matter that much. They quickly open one bottle of choccy milk, and pair it with a dog treat. ]

* [ The drink disappears in less than a minute, milk moustache forming. ]

* [ Kris nods enthusiastically. ]

* family knows to make my glass of water mostly ice.

I got some sleep and things are still weird. Maybe we should look into it more? Instead of brushing it off?

@susieziller

* [ Kris startles, clearly not expecting Susie's appearance. They quickly hide the box of dog treats behind their back. ]

* [ They love Susie, but they do not want to share. ]

* [ And they don't want to be teased right now. ]

[ YOU'RE RIGHT ❤ YOU'RE WRONG ]

[ YOU'RE RIGHT ❤ YOU'RE WRONG ]

* [ They stand up, tucking both gifted items into their inventory.]

* [ You got SoftBlanket! You got DogTreats! ]

* [ They then pull the blanket right back out, draping it over their shoulders like a cape. Kris equipped the SoftBlanket! ]

* maybe. . .

* things have been. . weirder. . . than normal.

* . . .we probably shouldn't ignore it.

* [ Kris looks up from their box of treats to stare at you. ]

* [ You can't see their eyes, but you get the feeling you're supposed to be intimidated. ]

* ["For hometown's best puppy. From someone who cares."]

* [You're not sure if you recognize the handwriting.]

* [A blanket also sits nearby.]

* [ Kris rouses, spotting the blanket first. They reach out to it, if almost afraid. ]

* (ohhhhhhh. . . soft. . .)

* [ They waste no time in pulling it over their shoulders, the texture deemed adequate. ]

* [ They try to close their eyes again, but after a few moments, deem it impossible to return to rest. ]

* [ Finally, they see the dog treats. They throw the blanket off them to rush over. ]

* [ They quickly dig in, shoving treats in their mouth like a dog starved. ]

* [ They seem mostly content, despite how uncomfortable it must be down there. ]

* [ Occasionally, however, they whimper. ]

* [ Could it be sadness? Fear? Cold? ]