I am deeply and terribly sorry for not being around like I hoped to be this last month. On the first 2 and 1/2 weeks of summer I had a vacation to the black hills/Yellowstone mainly, and had no reception. I also got very sick during this trip, on a night when we were in the car all night. I had a horrid headache, Felt like I was on fire, and was throwing up so bad eventually it was just dry heaving because I had nothing left to throw up. And then my dad left us on the vacation and flew home so I'm getting into that. And then the past few weeks have been a mix of that, time with my boyfriend, dad, best friend, and helping out around here. I haven't had any time to get on. But, now I'm back, so if there are any of you who would like to talk to me, I would love to talk to you all. I also would like some tips as I am trying to make an Italy Cosplay. I have the wig, but I need to finish the rest of it and find a good way to keep the girls bonded down. I have until Gen con to do so, and also if any of you will be there I would love to meet and talk to you in person! :) anyways, I am sorry for being gone for this long and hope you will all understand the reasons.

Lara sat down at her desk, rubbing her temples as she looked over her bills. No one had been coming in the shop lately, which meant she hadn't been earning money, which meant that she was on the verge of a panic attack. She had 15 mouths to feed beside her own, 15 other people she needed to keep fed, protected, warm, and clothed (though Francis wouldn't mind sacrificing that particular part). She was running out of ideas to keep every animal, human, and half animal here fed and housed. Lara needed to come up with something and fast or...Or she would fail them all....And they'd be evicted. 

Soon he does though, letting it disappear into his sylladex, as he approaches a pet shop. He walks inside, deciding it would be nice to have a look around.

Velkommen til Norge.  Can I help you?

((I know you have multiple muses so I left it open-ish))

"What the f- heck is a sugar glider?" He stopped himself from cussing. He wanted the chic to like him not despise him.