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Who: Anyone
When: Day 109, evening
Where: Shrine room
What: a very very angry puppy

*there is a lot of screaming. Angry screaming. And what sounds like someone punching walls with his fists. If you come in, there is in fact a very very angry boy hitting walls. And screaming*

Fuck fuck fuck shit damn damn damn damn DAMMIT!! This wasn't how it was supposed to be! Damn you!!

*this might go on for a while*

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[Blinks, looking up at his forehead all cross-eyed.]

What's wrong with you?

[...Where do I start...]

Is it this place? Is it making you dumb? I'm already stupid, I can't afford to lose any more!

[Shakes his head]

So what is it?

It's hard...

What's hard?

Remembering.

Remembering things is hard? ...so the flowers help you remember your friends?

[Nods!]

Oh. That's dumb that you can't remember. You get fucked up as a kid or something?

[I DON'T KNOW I DON'T REMEMBER]

*...friendly shove? HOW DO I FEELINGS*

[Stumbles back]

*cocks head at*

[I can do that too]

*snorts*

Whatever. What is there to eat around here?

[Oh! Turns and starts walking away]

*pauses, hesitant for a moment before trotting behind*

[Leads him to the public kitchen, getting some unfamiliar looking meat and veg out]

...holy shit.

*eyes wide* How much can we take? Where can we hide it? Someone's gonna come beat the shit out of us for taking it if we stay here too long, right?

[Shakes his head, it's all free isn't that awesome! Going to prepare a quick simple stir-fry.]

*...omg. bounce bounce bounce behind you, being the BIGGEST PEST as you cook, he's so excited about food*

[UNBOTHERED cooking is easy because it's practiced motions, muscle memory does what real memory can't!

Though he has no idea how to use the ovens here so he's going to try and start a campfire right there on the floor.]