- The Children In Crimson -

*[here comes that sweet little rabbit girl again, she looks alot more chipper now!]*

- @professionalexepetters

"CRIM!"

( The anchor barreled towards the smaller little rabbit, scooping her up into a hug and squeezing her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. )

I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking!

*[she dislodges from the embrace, looking up at maizey.]*

*[she takes the anchor by the hands and gently tugs her along.]*

( Maizey follows along, keeping proper pace with Crim. )

Which was... kind of my fault...

*[the two were quickly approaching the little house, nestled between towering trees.]*

( Maizey had listened and internalized each word. Hearing the little whisper and having it click on the identity of this friend. She hummed quietly, satisfied that the trio once a threat seemed to have dropped the violent-act. )

( Well.. At least one of them. )

*[the "she" crim refers to peers down from her window in the second story of the house. she gives maizey a withering look, before disappearing behind a curtain.]*

( Maizey gave an uncomfortable smile, walking into the cabin. Her tail flicked slightly upon her feet making contact with the floorboards. ) "Uuuhm- hello?"

*[tracker.]*

*[crim walked over and gently picked up the limp doll, holding it's severed arm as well. true to her word, it lay still, without any sign of movement or life.]*

I've tried reattaching it's arm, but I just don't have the tools to make it stick... And I don't know what would have it wake up again...!

*[another, larger, horned figure sat motionless in a nearby armchair. were they asleep?]*

"But, of course- now you've seemed to.. Make amends-"

( Maizey walked over to Tracker, taking it from Cream and the arm. She pressed the arm up against where the shoulder would be- adjusting it slightly as fibers grew and writhed as it attached the arm back to the little one's body. )

( She ran her fingers across its head, making smaller repairs to any other spots that could've had detrimental damage. Upon setting Tracker down, her eyes went to the horned one. )

Ah! It looks so much better now! Thank you so much!

And him? Oh, he's just fine, whenever I got him back home it turned out that big wound he had was already pretty sealed up! It just needed some cleaning and dressing.

*[crim turned her head to who was sitting on the nearby armchair. he was dressed in a worn maroon cloak, a bandages wrapped around the length of his torso.]*

But it'd be alright if you would stay a while, Ms. Maizey!

*[at the mention of maizey's name, the figure's ear gave a brisk flick, before his eyes started to blink themselves awake slowly.]*

"Have you had your lunch, yet?"

( The anchor eyed Crim's kitchen, suspiciously looking down at the little girl. This would probably be a good opportunity to spew what she's done to take care of herself..)

*[the figure in the chair startles awake, the bleariness of sleep quickly fading away once he had registered maizey's presence.]*

*[although he was a literal living corpse, an embarrased (and fearful) blush enveloped kowai's face as he desperately tried to hide his woefully exposed face.]*

Mmnn- nnn- mmmmmn...

Oh-! Good evening, Mr. Kowai! Did you rest well? I've brought over Ms. Maizey to help with Tracker, and now she wants to stay for tea! It'll be just fine if you want to join us!

Ummm... Uhh- hmmmn...

( Maizey spoke softly, she blinked- a little confused on how she could make amends after scaring the shit out of him. She twiddled her fingers, mind mulling over what she could do. She didn't.. Know the kid. Maybe-?)

( .. )

*[he gripped the rests at either side of the armchair, slowly standing up. he couldn't keep his eyes on maizey for long, as they quickly darted to a spot on the floor. for such a towering figure, he sure seemed to be exceptionally socially awkward...]*

Ssorrryy... Fforr teeaas-ingg...

( Maizey turned on her heel, slotting herself in a non-obstructive area- hoping silently she might be asked to grab someone. )

"And, you, what's your name?"

( She looked at Kowai's forehead, seeming to avoid eye contact. Finicky big guy.. She fiddled with her fingers, deeply worried of putting the younger one off more. )

*[crim got to work setting up teacups and nabbing the ingredients while kowai worked on getting a fire going. when maizey addressed him, he jumped; bumping his head. how ironic...]*

Wehhhh... Umm... Mmyyy nnaame... Kkoo-wwaaiii...

"Well, Kowai- I'm happy to make your acquaintance. I would like to.." ( She huffed slightly, eyes going to his. ) "Apologize- for my previously aggressive behavior. To the best of my knowledge, you were strangers trying to maim a dear friend of mine. I didn't like how I acted, but it was in defense of Crim." "..I do hope you understand, it was not done out of malice or any will to hurt you- it was to keep you from hurting her. And, for scaring you that badly- now knowing you're not going to try hurting her again...."

*[kowai finally gets the courage to fully look at maizey now; not into her eyes, but at least at her.]*

Kiill-lingg giirrrlll... Wwasss oonllyy joobbb... Nnoothingg... Ppeerrssonal.

Ah, that's right...

*[crim chimed in after she finished brewing the tea, having been listening in to the elder two's conversation. She ushered them all to their seats at the table, placing delicate teacups in front of them.]*

Mr. Kowai was the only one to be fully willing and able to fully explain why they came after me, from what he told me...

It's because their boss- a king of demons of some sort? -wanted them to kill me so I could be transformed into a demon through a process called... "Demon"... "Demon-is"...

"Ddeemoon-iizz-zattion"...

Yes, demonization! Thank you. They had to kill me to turn me into a demon using that method, and bring me back to their world, because I... came from where they come from.

Aaallssso.... He pprrom-miissed prriizee... If ccaaught... Verryy... Enn-tic-ccing. Ttoo usss...

Yes... It was power he promised you three, right?

"Ah.. I- see.. It was a job, I was aware of that- not necessarily the benefits you'd get."

( She sipped her tea daintily, face wrinkling up from disgust before smooshing it down into a pleasant smile. )

"I'm glad you've been talked down from continuing on that job. I'm happy we get to talk."

Mmmm... Mmorrre lliike- lleeead-derrr...

*[the two younger of the three fidgeted a little, taking small sips from their cups.]*

And I agree! It's nice that they've been able to change and come live with me! Sure, not everyone's too happy to be staying here-

*[she shoots a look towards the spiral staircase-]*

-but things take time, don't they? I'm sure everyone will warm up to this place eventually.

*[here comes that sweet little rabbit girl again, she looks alot more chipper now!]*

- @professionalexepetters

"CRIM!"

( The anchor barreled towards the smaller little rabbit, scooping her up into a hug and squeezing her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. )

I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking!

*[she dislodges from the embrace, looking up at maizey.]*

*[she takes the anchor by the hands and gently tugs her along.]*

( Maizey follows along, keeping proper pace with Crim. )

Which was... kind of my fault...

*[the two were quickly approaching the little house, nestled between towering trees.]*

( Maizey had listened and internalized each word. Hearing the little whisper and having it click on the identity of this friend. She hummed quietly, satisfied that the trio once a threat seemed to have dropped the violent-act. )

( Well.. At least one of them. )

*[the "she" crim refers to peers down from her window in the second story of the house. she gives maizey a withering look, before disappearing behind a curtain.]*

( Maizey gave an uncomfortable smile, walking into the cabin. Her tail flicked slightly upon her feet making contact with the floorboards. ) "Uuuhm- hello?"

*[tracker.]*

*[crim walked over and gently picked up the limp doll, holding it's severed arm as well. true to her word, it lay still, without any sign of movement or life.]*

I've tried reattaching it's arm, but I just don't have the tools to make it stick... And I don't know what would have it wake up again...!

*[another, larger, horned figure sat motionless in a nearby armchair. were they asleep?]*

"But, of course- now you've seemed to.. Make amends-"

( Maizey walked over to Tracker, taking it from Cream and the arm. She pressed the arm up against where the shoulder would be- adjusting it slightly as fibers grew and writhed as it attached the arm back to the little one's body. )

( She ran her fingers across its head, making smaller repairs to any other spots that could've had detrimental damage. Upon setting Tracker down, her eyes went to the horned one. )

Ah! It looks so much better now! Thank you so much!

And him? Oh, he's just fine, whenever I got him back home it turned out that big wound he had was already pretty sealed up! It just needed some cleaning and dressing.

*[crim turned her head to who was sitting on the nearby armchair. he was dressed in a worn maroon cloak, a bandages wrapped around the length of his torso.]*

But it'd be alright if you would stay a while, Ms. Maizey!

*[at the mention of maizey's name, the figure's ear gave a brisk flick, before his eyes started to blink themselves awake slowly.]*

"Have you had your lunch, yet?"

( The anchor eyed Crim's kitchen, suspiciously looking down at the little girl. This would probably be a good opportunity to spew what she's done to take care of herself..)

*[the figure in the chair startles awake, the bleariness of sleep quickly fading away once he had registered maizey's presence.]*

*[although he was a literal living corpse, an embarrased (and fearful) blush enveloped kowai's face as he desperately tried to hide his woefully exposed face.]*

Mmnn- nnn- mmmmmn...

Oh-! Good evening, Mr. Kowai! Did you rest well? I've brought over Ms. Maizey to help with Tracker, and now she wants to stay for tea! It'll be just fine if you want to join us!

Ummm... Uhh- hmmmn...

( Maizey spoke softly, she blinked- a little confused on how she could make amends after scaring the shit out of him. She twiddled her fingers, mind mulling over what she could do. She didn't.. Know the kid. Maybe-?)

( .. )

*[he gripped the rests at either side of the armchair, slowly standing up. he couldn't keep his eyes on maizey for long, as they quickly darted to a spot on the floor. for such a towering figure, he sure seemed to be exceptionally socially awkward...]*

Ssorrryy... Fforr teeaas-ingg...

( Maizey turned on her heel, slotting herself in a non-obstructive area- hoping silently she might be asked to grab someone. )

"And, you, what's your name?"

( She looked at Kowai's forehead, seeming to avoid eye contact. Finicky big guy.. She fiddled with her fingers, deeply worried of putting the younger one off more. )

*[crim got to work setting up teacups and nabbing the ingredients while kowai worked on getting a fire going. when maizey addressed him, he jumped; bumping his head. how ironic...]*

Wehhhh... Umm... Mmyyy nnaame... Kkoo-wwaaiii...

"Well, Kowai- I'm happy to make your acquaintance. I would like to.." ( She huffed slightly, eyes going to his. ) "Apologize- for my previously aggressive behavior. To the best of my knowledge, you were strangers trying to maim a dear friend of mine. I didn't like how I acted, but it was in defense of Crim." "..I do hope you understand, it was not done out of malice or any will to hurt you- it was to keep you from hurting her. And, for scaring you that badly- now knowing you're not going to try hurting her again...."

*[kowai finally gets the courage to fully look at maizey now; not into her eyes, but at least at her.]*

Kiill-lingg giirrrlll... Wwasss oonllyy joobbb... Nnoothingg... Ppeerrssonal.

Ah, that's right...

*[crim chimed in after she finished brewing the tea, having been listening in to the elder two's conversation. She ushered them all to their seats at the table, placing delicate teacups in front of them.]*

Mr. Kowai was the only one to be fully willing and able to fully explain why they came after me, from what he told me...

It's because their boss- a king of demons of some sort? -wanted them to kill me so I could be transformed into a demon through a process called... "Demon"... "Demon-is"...

"Ddeemoon-iizz-zattion"...

Yes, demonization! Thank you. They had to kill me to turn me into a demon using that method, and bring me back to their world, because I... came from where they come from.

Aaallssso.... He pprrom-miissed prriizee... If ccaaught... Verryy... Enn-tic-ccing. Ttoo usss...

Yes... It was power he promised you three, right?

*[here comes that sweet little rabbit girl again, she looks alot more chipper now!]*

- @professionalexepetters

"CRIM!"

( The anchor barreled towards the smaller little rabbit, scooping her up into a hug and squeezing her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. )

I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking!

*[she dislodges from the embrace, looking up at maizey.]*

*[she takes the anchor by the hands and gently tugs her along.]*

( Maizey follows along, keeping proper pace with Crim. )

Which was... kind of my fault...

*[the two were quickly approaching the little house, nestled between towering trees.]*

( Maizey had listened and internalized each word. Hearing the little whisper and having it click on the identity of this friend. She hummed quietly, satisfied that the trio once a threat seemed to have dropped the violent-act. )

( Well.. At least one of them. )

*[the "she" crim refers to peers down from her window in the second story of the house. she gives maizey a withering look, before disappearing behind a curtain.]*

( Maizey gave an uncomfortable smile, walking into the cabin. Her tail flicked slightly upon her feet making contact with the floorboards. ) "Uuuhm- hello?"

*[tracker.]*

*[crim walked over and gently picked up the limp doll, holding it's severed arm as well. true to her word, it lay still, without any sign of movement or life.]*

I've tried reattaching it's arm, but I just don't have the tools to make it stick... And I don't know what would have it wake up again...!

*[another, larger, horned figure sat motionless in a nearby armchair. were they asleep?]*

"But, of course- now you've seemed to.. Make amends-"

( Maizey walked over to Tracker, taking it from Cream and the arm. She pressed the arm up against where the shoulder would be- adjusting it slightly as fibers grew and writhed as it attached the arm back to the little one's body. )

( She ran her fingers across its head, making smaller repairs to any other spots that could've had detrimental damage. Upon setting Tracker down, her eyes went to the horned one. )

Ah! It looks so much better now! Thank you so much!

And him? Oh, he's just fine, whenever I got him back home it turned out that big wound he had was already pretty sealed up! It just needed some cleaning and dressing.

*[crim turned her head to who was sitting on the nearby armchair. he was dressed in a worn maroon cloak, a bandages wrapped around the length of his torso.]*

But it'd be alright if you would stay a while, Ms. Maizey!

*[at the mention of maizey's name, the figure's ear gave a brisk flick, before his eyes started to blink themselves awake slowly.]*

"Have you had your lunch, yet?"

( The anchor eyed Crim's kitchen, suspiciously looking down at the little girl. This would probably be a good opportunity to spew what she's done to take care of herself..)

*[the figure in the chair startles awake, the bleariness of sleep quickly fading away once he had registered maizey's presence.]*

*[although he was a literal living corpse, an embarrased (and fearful) blush enveloped kowai's face as he desperately tried to hide his woefully exposed face.]*

Mmnn- nnn- mmmmmn...

Oh-! Good evening, Mr. Kowai! Did you rest well? I've brought over Ms. Maizey to help with Tracker, and now she wants to stay for tea! It'll be just fine if you want to join us!

Ummm... Uhh- hmmmn...

( Maizey spoke softly, she blinked- a little confused on how she could make amends after scaring the shit out of him. She twiddled her fingers, mind mulling over what she could do. She didn't.. Know the kid. Maybe-?)

( .. )

*[he gripped the rests at either side of the armchair, slowly standing up. he couldn't keep his eyes on maizey for long, as they quickly darted to a spot on the floor. for such a towering figure, he sure seemed to be exceptionally socially awkward...]*

Ssorrryy... Fforr teeaas-ingg...

( Maizey turned on her heel, slotting herself in a non-obstructive area- hoping silently she might be asked to grab someone. )

"And, you, what's your name?"

( She looked at Kowai's forehead, seeming to avoid eye contact. Finicky big guy.. She fiddled with her fingers, deeply worried of putting the younger one off more. )

*[crim got to work setting up teacups and nabbing the ingredients while kowai worked on getting a fire going. when maizey addressed him, he jumped; bumping his head. how ironic...]*

Wehhhh... Umm... Mmyyy nnaame... Kkoo-wwaaiii...

*[here comes that sweet little rabbit girl again, she looks alot more chipper now!]*

- @professionalexepetters

"CRIM!"

( The anchor barreled towards the smaller little rabbit, scooping her up into a hug and squeezing her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. )

I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking!

*[she dislodges from the embrace, looking up at maizey.]*

*[she takes the anchor by the hands and gently tugs her along.]*

( Maizey follows along, keeping proper pace with Crim. )

Which was... kind of my fault...

*[the two were quickly approaching the little house, nestled between towering trees.]*

( Maizey had listened and internalized each word. Hearing the little whisper and having it click on the identity of this friend. She hummed quietly, satisfied that the trio once a threat seemed to have dropped the violent-act. )

( Well.. At least one of them. )

*[the "she" crim refers to peers down from her window in the second story of the house. she gives maizey a withering look, before disappearing behind a curtain.]*

( Maizey gave an uncomfortable smile, walking into the cabin. Her tail flicked slightly upon her feet making contact with the floorboards. ) "Uuuhm- hello?"

*[tracker.]*

*[crim walked over and gently picked up the limp doll, holding it's severed arm as well. true to her word, it lay still, without any sign of movement or life.]*

I've tried reattaching it's arm, but I just don't have the tools to make it stick... And I don't know what would have it wake up again...!

*[another, larger, horned figure sat motionless in a nearby armchair. were they asleep?]*

"But, of course- now you've seemed to.. Make amends-"

( Maizey walked over to Tracker, taking it from Cream and the arm. She pressed the arm up against where the shoulder would be- adjusting it slightly as fibers grew and writhed as it attached the arm back to the little one's body. )

( She ran her fingers across its head, making smaller repairs to any other spots that could've had detrimental damage. Upon setting Tracker down, her eyes went to the horned one. )

Ah! It looks so much better now! Thank you so much!

And him? Oh, he's just fine, whenever I got him back home it turned out that big wound he had was already pretty sealed up! It just needed some cleaning and dressing.

*[crim turned her head to who was sitting on the nearby armchair. he was dressed in a worn maroon cloak, a bandages wrapped around the length of his torso.]*

But it'd be alright if you would stay a while, Ms. Maizey!

*[at the mention of maizey's name, the figure's ear gave a brisk flick, before his eyes started to blink themselves awake slowly.]*

"Have you had your lunch, yet?"

( The anchor eyed Crim's kitchen, suspiciously looking down at the little girl. This would probably be a good opportunity to spew what she's done to take care of herself..)

*[the figure in the chair startles awake, the bleariness of sleep quickly fading away once he had registered maizey's presence.]*

*[although he was a literal living corpse, an embarrased (and fearful) blush enveloped kowai's face as he desperately tried to hide his woefully exposed face.]*

Mmnn- nnn- mmmmmn...

Oh-! Good evening, Mr. Kowai! Did you rest well? I've brought over Ms. Maizey to help with Tracker, and now she wants to stay for tea! It'll be just fine if you want to join us!

Ummm... Uhh- hmmmn...

( Maizey spoke softly, she blinked- a little confused on how she could make amends after scaring the shit out of him. She twiddled her fingers, mind mulling over what she could do. She didn't.. Know the kid. Maybe-?)

( .. )

*[he gripped the rests at either side of the armchair, slowly standing up. he couldn't keep his eyes on maizey for long, as they quickly darted to a spot on the floor. for such a towering figure, he sure seemed to be exceptionally socially awkward...]*

Ssorrryy... Fforr teeaas-ingg...

*[here comes that sweet little rabbit girl again, she looks alot more chipper now!]*

- @professionalexepetters

"CRIM!"

( The anchor barreled towards the smaller little rabbit, scooping her up into a hug and squeezing her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. )

I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking!

*[she dislodges from the embrace, looking up at maizey.]*

*[she takes the anchor by the hands and gently tugs her along.]*

( Maizey follows along, keeping proper pace with Crim. )

Which was... kind of my fault...

*[the two were quickly approaching the little house, nestled between towering trees.]*

( Maizey had listened and internalized each word. Hearing the little whisper and having it click on the identity of this friend. She hummed quietly, satisfied that the trio once a threat seemed to have dropped the violent-act. )

( Well.. At least one of them. )

*[the "she" crim refers to peers down from her window in the second story of the house. she gives maizey a withering look, before disappearing behind a curtain.]*

( Maizey gave an uncomfortable smile, walking into the cabin. Her tail flicked slightly upon her feet making contact with the floorboards. ) "Uuuhm- hello?"

*[tracker.]*

*[crim walked over and gently picked up the limp doll, holding it's severed arm as well. true to her word, it lay still, without any sign of movement or life.]*

I've tried reattaching it's arm, but I just don't have the tools to make it stick... And I don't know what would have it wake up again...!

*[another, larger, horned figure sat motionless in a nearby armchair. were they asleep?]*

"But, of course- now you've seemed to.. Make amends-"

( Maizey walked over to Tracker, taking it from Cream and the arm. She pressed the arm up against where the shoulder would be- adjusting it slightly as fibers grew and writhed as it attached the arm back to the little one's body. )

( She ran her fingers across its head, making smaller repairs to any other spots that could've had detrimental damage. Upon setting Tracker down, her eyes went to the horned one. )

Ah! It looks so much better now! Thank you so much!

And him? Oh, he's just fine, whenever I got him back home it turned out that big wound he had was already pretty sealed up! It just needed some cleaning and dressing.

*[crim turned her head to who was sitting on the nearby armchair. he was dressed in a worn maroon cloak, a bandages wrapped around the length of his torso.]*

But it'd be alright if you would stay a while, Ms. Maizey!

*[at the mention of maizey's name, the figure's ear gave a brisk flick, before his eyes started to blink themselves awake slowly.]*

"Have you had your lunch, yet?"

( The anchor eyed Crim's kitchen, suspiciously looking down at the little girl. This would probably be a good opportunity to spew what she's done to take care of herself..)

*[the figure in the chair startles awake, the bleariness of sleep quickly fading away once he had registered maizey's presence.]*

*[although he was a literal living corpse, an embarrased (and fearful) blush enveloped kowai's face as he desperately tried to hide his woefully exposed face.]*

Mmnn- nnn- mmmmmn...

Oh-! Good evening, Mr. Kowai! Did you rest well? I've brought over Ms. Maizey to help with Tracker, and now she wants to stay for tea! It'll be just fine if you want to join us!

Ummm... Uhh- hmmmn...

*[here comes that sweet little rabbit girl again, she looks alot more chipper now!]*

- @professionalexepetters

"CRIM!"

( The anchor barreled towards the smaller little rabbit, scooping her up into a hug and squeezing her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. )

I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking!

*[she dislodges from the embrace, looking up at maizey.]*

*[she takes the anchor by the hands and gently tugs her along.]*

( Maizey follows along, keeping proper pace with Crim. )

Which was... kind of my fault...

*[the two were quickly approaching the little house, nestled between towering trees.]*

( Maizey had listened and internalized each word. Hearing the little whisper and having it click on the identity of this friend. She hummed quietly, satisfied that the trio once a threat seemed to have dropped the violent-act. )

( Well.. At least one of them. )

*[the "she" crim refers to peers down from her window in the second story of the house. she gives maizey a withering look, before disappearing behind a curtain.]*

( Maizey gave an uncomfortable smile, walking into the cabin. Her tail flicked slightly upon her feet making contact with the floorboards. ) "Uuuhm- hello?"

*[tracker.]*

*[crim walked over and gently picked up the limp doll, holding it's severed arm as well. true to her word, it lay still, without any sign of movement or life.]*

I've tried reattaching it's arm, but I just don't have the tools to make it stick... And I don't know what would have it wake up again...!

*[another, larger, horned figure sat motionless in a nearby armchair. were they asleep?]*

"But, of course- now you've seemed to.. Make amends-"

( Maizey walked over to Tracker, taking it from Cream and the arm. She pressed the arm up against where the shoulder would be- adjusting it slightly as fibers grew and writhed as it attached the arm back to the little one's body. )

( She ran her fingers across its head, making smaller repairs to any other spots that could've had detrimental damage. Upon setting Tracker down, her eyes went to the horned one. )

Ah! It looks so much better now! Thank you so much!

And him? Oh, he's just fine, whenever I got him back home it turned out that big wound he had was already pretty sealed up! It just needed some cleaning and dressing.

*[crim turned her head to who was sitting on the nearby armchair. he was dressed in a worn maroon cloak, a bandages wrapped around the length of his torso.]*

But it'd be alright if you would stay a while, Ms. Maizey!

*[at the mention of maizey's name, the figure's ear gave a brisk flick, before his eyes started to blink themselves awake slowly.]*

*[here comes that sweet little rabbit girl again, she looks alot more chipper now!]*

- @professionalexepetters

"CRIM!"

( The anchor barreled towards the smaller little rabbit, scooping her up into a hug and squeezing her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. )

I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking!

*[she dislodges from the embrace, looking up at maizey.]*

*[she takes the anchor by the hands and gently tugs her along.]*

( Maizey follows along, keeping proper pace with Crim. )

Which was... kind of my fault...

*[the two were quickly approaching the little house, nestled between towering trees.]*

( Maizey had listened and internalized each word. Hearing the little whisper and having it click on the identity of this friend. She hummed quietly, satisfied that the trio once a threat seemed to have dropped the violent-act. )

( Well.. At least one of them. )

*[the "she" crim refers to peers down from her window in the second story of the house. she gives maizey a withering look, before disappearing behind a curtain.]*

( Maizey gave an uncomfortable smile, walking into the cabin. Her tail flicked slightly upon her feet making contact with the floorboards. ) "Uuuhm- hello?"

*[tracker.]*

*[crim walked over and gently picked up the limp doll, holding it's severed arm as well. true to her word, it lay still, without any sign of movement or life.]*

I've tried reattaching it's arm, but I just don't have the tools to make it stick... And I don't know what would have it wake up again...!

*[another, larger, horned figure sat motionless in a nearby armchair. were they asleep?]*

*[here comes that sweet little rabbit girl again, she looks alot more chipper now!]*

- @professionalexepetters

"CRIM!"

( The anchor barreled towards the smaller little rabbit, scooping her up into a hug and squeezing her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. )

I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking!

*[she dislodges from the embrace, looking up at maizey.]*

*[she takes the anchor by the hands and gently tugs her along.]*

( Maizey follows along, keeping proper pace with Crim. )

Which was... kind of my fault...

*[the two were quickly approaching the little house, nestled between towering trees.]*

( Maizey had listened and internalized each word. Hearing the little whisper and having it click on the identity of this friend. She hummed quietly, satisfied that the trio once a threat seemed to have dropped the violent-act. )

( Well.. At least one of them. )

*[the "she" crim refers to peers down from her window in the second story of the house. she gives maizey a withering look, before disappearing behind a curtain.]*

*[here comes that sweet little rabbit girl again, she looks alot more chipper now!]*

- @professionalexepetters

"CRIM!"

( The anchor barreled towards the smaller little rabbit, scooping her up into a hug and squeezing her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. )

I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking!

*[she dislodges from the embrace, looking up at maizey.]*

*[she takes the anchor by the hands and gently tugs her along.]*

( Maizey follows along, keeping proper pace with Crim. )

Which was... kind of my fault...

*[the two were quickly approaching the little house, nestled between towering trees.]*

*[here comes that sweet little rabbit girl again, she looks alot more chipper now!]*

- @professionalexepetters

"CRIM!"

( The anchor barreled towards the smaller little rabbit, scooping her up into a hug and squeezing her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. )

I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking!

*[she dislodges from the embrace, looking up at maizey.]*

*[she takes the anchor by the hands and gently tugs her along.]*

*[here comes that sweet little rabbit girl again, she looks alot more chipper now!]*

- @professionalexepetters

"CRIM!"

( The anchor barreled towards the smaller little rabbit, scooping her up into a hug and squeezing her. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. )

I'm doing just fine, thank you for asking!

*[she dislodges from the embrace, looking up at maizey.]*