he doesn’t look like much. skinny as a rail and more legs than body, all broken jaw and drool damp fur.
but
you’d be stupid to underestimate him.
he doesn’t have that Level for no reason.
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it’s almost five in the afternoon when Fig manages to haul himself out of bed. he takes his pills dry, staggering into the kitchen in search of coffee. it’s hard to keep his eyes open and -
Poppy shoves a mug into his paws. “go sit,” says the hedgehog, pure exasperation in his tone. “before you fall down.”
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“it’s the best choice we could make,” says Raspberry, but it’s also not an order. there’s a question there, wedged in between all the other words.
“sure is, sweets.” it’s going to end up with a few broken bones. Fig’s already braced for them to be his.
