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Fitch knew he was being dumb, sneaking out of the house under a truly terrifying red moon. Still he needed something he had neglected to grab in his haste to prepare his persona. Plus he was definitely not ready to accept anymore hand outs from strangers. He knew better to trust pleasantries.

☨ The One Who Waits ( @ask-theredcrown )

(They do not meet him with open arms, as they would have otherwise. A disdainful scowl paints their face when they see his visage.)

"..."

Wait a minute, that's not a sunflower... BECAUSE THIS IS A DIFFERENT GAME!

You have one objective, guess which one of your mutuals sent this anonymous ask, you have three tries before the pipe bomb I put in your askbox detonates.

Good luck.

ASK GAME

Well there are two mutuals who come straight to mind.

"By the way, if you ever want to meet a dark dragon that is...well, tolerant, I can introduce you to the one who patrols Ark."

- Vela

"Hm? Oh! Uh, I think I'm okay, I mean. I feel fine." Physically.

His head however wasn't in the right place.

"I'm glad you didn't stab me either, that probably wouldn't have been too good for me." Or maybe it would have, no one would ever know.

"A tolerant dragon? I think that'd be cool, Have you seen the one in treasure reef? There's a certain area where I can set up a chair and just perfectly stay out of the way and you don't get hit at all! I mean, you need to go back for air a few times but like, it's not that bad. To be honest I-."

“This is King, my Obstagoon and at times, my Ace. He knows the tune, and I promise he will keep ya safe if things grow dire. He will check, as you have requested, as well as anything else you need. When you feel safe enough, please send King home.

Your Dearest Friend

The DJ of Team Disco” ]

!!! myheor thank yuo!!! Iwoll jus havnhim chekck outsjde okay????

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The little mimikyu shifts nervously as she puts down the rotom phone and waves at King.

"Um, hello! I am very glad you're here! I'm Hatsune Miku, pleased to meet you!"

"Come on, Butch! They always run outta th' good shit so early in th' morning!" Rachael whines with urgency yanking Butch by his tail.

It's approximately 6:00am. The city is as quiet as it will be that day. The morning joggers claim the sidewalks and edge of streets as street lights start to go out one by one. There's a warm smell on the air of breakfast and coffee. Sweets and meats!

Rachael lead them to a coffee shop that already had a line to the front door. Her shoulders slump. "Damn it! Do yew people never sleep?!" Her free hand runs down her face, her temper nearly getting the better of her. She perks up, having spotted someone in the line. She get's an idea and brings Butch with her into the front.

"BURNIIEEE!" She squeals. A very, VERY, large man about half way through the line flinches.

"Oh god..." He groans and looks over his shoulder. This guy is around 6'8" tall, built like a brick house, wore a stained jump suit tied around his hips by the sleeves and a wife beater. His blond hair was slicked over to one side in a side part with a strand or two dangling down in his face. "What the hell are you doing her-What are you doing?!" Rachael wedged her way up right next to this stranger with Butch.

"Thanks fer holdin' our place.~" She hums up at him.

"GIDS! I need out of this house! And I miss you. Want to meet up at and get some milk shakes?" the text from Lutarna reads.