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$𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘋𝘓𝘌.ᐟ
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hmm. i’m guessin’ you don’t like the sweet as much as she does, huh? i’m happy you both seem to like it a little bit, at least. the blue bottle might be up your alley then, rotorstorm— sunwire, wouldn’t recommend.

{ that’s the BITTER bottle! }
November 27, 2025 at 11:02 PM
{ he places his own plate down in order to pop the cork, quick to pour the wine into the offered glass first, then sunwire’s before his own. where’d the cork go… }

try it out! i feel like you’d be hard to impress, wrecker.
November 27, 2025 at 10:47 PM
{ GOD DAMN!! loading up his plate to the max. }

hey, want me to open up one of those bottles and pour you guys some glasses? it’s good stuff. velocitronian blend, y’know how uppity those guys are, heh.
November 27, 2025 at 10:36 PM
hey— no rush… she’s doin’ a lot in there. kinda feel guilty for just comin’ over, really. uh, but i brought some wines, if you want.
almost forgot, since i’ve been wrestling ruben all morning.

{ eat the roll, ruben. }
November 27, 2025 at 7:28 PM
{ THE BIRD CAN LAUGH? that’s enough messing with rotorstorm in his own house, offering out his hand to take the roll from the ‘copter. }

here, i’ll feed ‘em. thanks.
November 27, 2025 at 7:10 PM
no… not at all, really. he likes to pick from his bowl, though. i think he’s messing with you— or it’s too big for him to take.

{ snicker… }
November 27, 2025 at 6:31 PM
{ good grief, you successfully guilted the cityspeaker, you fat bird. }

that should be fine… say thank you, ruben.
November 27, 2025 at 6:18 PM
yeah, you could say that. heh.

{ he had EXTRA BLUEBERRIES THIS MORNING. cope. holding the bird under his arm. }
November 27, 2025 at 6:05 PM
sorry— he’s been a little rebellious since hot shot ain’t here. ruben.

{ he has that stern tone of voice, bird! kindly taking the peacock from rotorstorm’s grasp. }
November 27, 2025 at 5:57 PM
{ he forgets how nice their house is. ruben, don’t go wandering about. }
November 27, 2025 at 5:30 PM
wha— we can’t go NOW. it’s late, ruben… there’s rules to that kinda thing!

{ STOPPPPUHHH. }
November 27, 2025 at 12:58 AM
you’re going to aunt sunwire’s tomorrowww.

{ snrk. }
November 27, 2025 at 12:50 AM
{ who’s calling up his line NOW? the cityspeaker… exchanging some messages back and forth, but he seems to have agreed to visit for the holiday! }

we got plans tomorrow, rube. you best be on good behavior.
November 27, 2025 at 12:40 AM
{ SNEEZES. sorry for the jostling, bird. putting on family feud… }
November 27, 2025 at 12:16 AM
he’ll be back soon, i promise. wanna watch some tv? you like doin’ that, right?

{ maybe talking to the bird will help. he’s waddling over, bird in tow, taking a heavy seat on the couch. already grabbing up the blanket to swaddle ruben in… }
November 27, 2025 at 12:08 AM
mmm. that’s it. it’s alright, buddy.

{ small kissy to his little head! he doesn’t give those out to just anyone, ruben! }
November 26, 2025 at 11:35 PM
{ he’s holding and scratching at his little head. this is the best he can muster right now. }

it’s gonna be fine, rube. he’s not gone forever. he’ll be back home soon.
November 26, 2025 at 11:23 PM
{ three seconds away from CLAWING HIS EYES OUT. relax, conman. moving out of his seat to step on towards the crybaby, leaning down to scoop him up. }
November 26, 2025 at 11:07 PM
rubeeeeNNNUH. come here… stop cryin’.
November 26, 2025 at 11:00 PM
horses, huh? you must’ve been happy to see those, yeah? sounds like a busy day for sure.

{ and to think swindle is tuckered out from his day… }

do you know what you’re gonna be up to tomorrow?
November 25, 2025 at 3:46 AM
{ most definitely keeping him company. turning the datapad back around… }

i love you. just a bit, yeah— but i’m sure you had a more eventful day, huh? tell me about it.
November 25, 2025 at 3:24 AM
ehhh… checked up on the bar and did the usual order, nothing to really note. ruben seems content, aside from slightly crying earlier. he’s right here.

{ moving the datapad to showcase the bird right beside him— of course, the fat babby gets bed rights while hot shot is away to keep him calm. }
November 25, 2025 at 3:12 AM
{ sleepily answering. }

‘bout time… hey, baby.
November 25, 2025 at 2:56 AM
{ glancing over at the rolling peacock. the mood swings this guy has… }

yeah, just a little bit. but, i’m happy talkin’ to you. did you guys do anything fun yet, or are you waiting until tomorrow?
November 24, 2025 at 3:24 AM
yeah, if it’ll keep ‘em from crying, why not. he can probably smell your scent— or is that dogs…

{ can birds smell? he has no idea. maybe research a little more on your baby, swindle. he just knows what to feed him, and what toys ruben likes. }
November 24, 2025 at 3:16 AM