#tomxhuck

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Munch munch.

Quite a pleasant day to be enjoying an apple (or two) while taking a walk. Since he had found himself in this place once more, the Mayor figured he’d take his sweet time exploring St. Petersburg. He enjoyed the Apple Orchard a lot, and even though his experience with people in this place has been mixed, he figured there might be interesting places he could find.

His walk brought him to what appeared to be a river. There weren’t too many people around, and the water piqued his intrigue. It was a strange mixture of green and yellow, colors that he liked, of course! But he wasn’t quite sure what he thought about them without making a bigger approach.

It was then that he met a boy. A boy with a nice hat! He internally complimented the boy for it. It seemed to be a bit of a ruin and very weary from time (or misadventures) but something about the boy wearing it still seemed valueable to the Mayor.

Yes, good question! I was going to make a post clarifying this.

Yes, even though they’re all strangers (as in, they’ve never met prior to the mansion), they are all VAGUELY FAMILIAR with each other because they’ve already had introductions / been around each other for a day or so.

Meme

//Joe decent at starting a fire, but is somewhat stupidly stubborn with it. He could have wood that is completely soaked, a pitiful amount of kindling and it could be raining and he’d still try to make a fire just for the sake of doing it. 

@tomxhuck

“And...there.”

A new citizen of St. Petersburg was born. He had a chilly demeanor about him, but he nonetheless bore the smile that could warm all but the hearts of the grumpiest old men.

And, perhaps, Rye Katcher.

The detektive took a few steps back and watched as, spectacularly, it did nothing.

They sighed.

//Hehehehe! :) 

Meme

Uranus: What’s your hobby?

“My hobbies are mostly the same as other fellers ‘round here, I ‘spose. I like to run in the woods with the others, ‘n swim ‘n play games ‘n such. I like to read ‘n I play the violin some too, though I ain’t too good at it. My Pa’s been teachin’ me a different sort of fishin’, but the river’s gettin’ to high ‘n too cold for it now.”