"Will!" Oh, what a luck to find her today! Wildfire quickly moved over, smiling widely at her. "Hel-lo! Today is Blorthog! It is, fes- ... cel--- it is, day for friend-ship!" He was carrying a small bag with what was needed to celebrate it, but for now didn't get anything out. "You are, have time? I want to, to - to do, Blorthog with you!" He meant 'celebrate' of course, but he couldn't think of that word right now. [[Hi! I hope you don't mind! from Wildfire (tamaraneanpacifist)!]]
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“Oh!” The answer, for anyone wondering, was kind of, sort of, maybe, perhaps. ( Which, for those keeping track at home, obviously isn’t a huge resounding of course I have some time, I’d love to spend some time with you! ) Truth of, like, truths, or whatever, Willow doesn’t have a lot of time left. ( Or food. Or wakefulness. Is that what you called it? Being awake, staying awake? The amount of time before you had no choice over whether or not you slept and you just, like, folded in on yourself? What was that called? )
But really, like, what kind of friend would Willow be if she said she couldn’t hang out on the day for friendship?
And what was the point in Traveling at all if she didn’t do the whole friend thing?
“Yeah! Uh! Yeah. Totally. Definitely. Tons of time. A little time, at least. Yes! We can, uh – definitely, yes. Is there food at the celebration?” Nice. “I mean – like, I didn’t bring any. Did you br– maybe I should just let you explain it, huh.”
