Sep 8, 2024
Bonnniieeee!!!! Bonbon!! Where aaaareee yoouuuuu!?
[Big, clomping footsteps. Isabeau time. Kill this man, Boniface.]
[There was no accidental off anon send. Trust me.]
{@defender-of-jouvente}
(Wow, that was louder than they remembered. Felt weird, too. They could feel the vibrations of hulking footsteps in their paws. The new senses were overwhelming, but they had to just push through it. Get Za’s attention. The prank wasn’t even on their mind. They began caterwauling inside their tent.)
