> It's a quiet morning at the Refuge, well, at least until Coffee shows up, haggard, out of breath, yanking their gold crown off to replace with faer netherite helmet. They're a bit stormy this morning, mood to match the clouds rolling in from the distance.
Oh, I hate the Nether. I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate the Nether.
> The vial of ghast tears in faer shield hand jostles as Coffee shoves the key in the lock to their side of the Refuge, throwing the door open with little regard for the loud bang it makes against the wall. It swings shut as fae deposits their bundles and various knickknacks in a nearby chest, then flops on the couch facefirst with an overdramatic, exasperated sigh. Floof comes trotting over, sniffing them and then licking faer hand.
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Dragon went through the portal, huffing and taking his helmet off, mumbling to himself avout about 'stupid piglins.' He started the walk to coffees, breaking the ice at the couple of small lakes and using his trident as an easy way to make the fairly long walk slightly faster. Soon enough he made his way to the house and went inside, hearing floof moving about and only realizing why when he opened the door.
"-Coffee!"
He blinked, looking at fae, clearly somewhat surprised. He hadn't been expecting them to be home, they rarely were these days.
