☆Hiatus☆

// press f to pay respects-

// so my right wrist hurts when I bend it, also my left wrist has a dull, throbbing pain, so I'm gonna put both apollo and my multi on a small hiatus until they're rested enough

// I'll still be on discord from time to time tho, of you wanna chat uwu

// still dunno what’s up w my wrist, but i have.. another appointment tomorrow so we’ll see how that goes

"She's not back yet."

// bescuse me?? Yes I am you weenie

"Not until you have my permission, you aren't."

// ... can I get off my hiatus, please?

"Are your wrists better?"

// one is!

".... Wrists. As in, plural. Are both your wrists pain free?"

// .............. no, b-

"Then there's your answer."

// but-

"Everyone can wait, I'm sure."

// SIGH. FIIIINE. Leave it to you to be my voice of reason, I guess.

"Another reason why I'm your comfort character, heh."

// .......... anyways,

"You're a mess..."

// you're no better :/

 It already has another plate beside it. It seems it wants paper plates this time of year, growing a small collection. Immediately the goose snatches it to  empty the cornchips onto the ground, and then add it to the wrinkled stack. Proceeding then to make a crumbly mess while it devours about eighty percent of chip per chip. Once done with this generous offering, the goose feels welcome enough to march into this  abode. Or office.

“Wh- Hey!” Apollo sputters as the goose struts into his house like it owns the place. “H-Hey, you can’t stay here, you’ve gotta go home...!” There’s really not much he can do except talk to the goose... like an idiot. Getting closer might reward him with a wing to the face, after all...

@loudfeathers​ said: Objective located. It taps repeatedly wherever the cornchips are waved at it. Give. Give now.

@loudfeathers​ said: It hops atop the boxes outside to ring the doorbell oppressively once the door shuts.