Mrs. Brisby (
flyingdreams) wrote2011-06-21 07:20 pm
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✽Fifth Post ~ Video✽
[What did Mrs. Brisby do today, one may ask. Usually there is no answer, as she does perfectly fine keeping to herself.
Not today. She shifts a bit uncomfortably, fidgeting. It's clear enough, at least, that she is incredibly uncomfortable.]
Can... someone explain what a "pet store" is to me? Or... explain what a "pet" really is.
I don't think I've ever seen such a dreadful and uncomfortable place...
Not today. She shifts a bit uncomfortably, fidgeting. It's clear enough, at least, that she is incredibly uncomfortable.]
Can... someone explain what a "pet store" is to me? Or... explain what a "pet" really is.
I don't think I've ever seen such a dreadful and uncomfortable place...
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[ He shrugs awkwardly. ]
Sort of.
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What do you mean, "sort of"?
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[ He does not seem to realize what she means. ]
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[She stops, for a bit, because uh. It might be offensive to him.]
...You deserve so much better. You're such a sweet young man.
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I don't know. But thank you.
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I swear, with as many humans as I hear cursing as if it were nothing, I was beginning to doubt human mothers... maybe they were just being too soft on their children.
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