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" W̶̧̡̱͉͉̜̺̞̿́̋͝ḣ̵͈̣̲̰̱̗̞̭ã̶̢͓͔̮̰̯̰̩͗͊̎̔̐̾ͅt̴̡̠̗̠̲͇͖̹̝̙̽̄̈́?̶̧̡̬̺̘̝͚͍͑ ̷̧̜̭͔͔͉̯͒͐̾̑͘W̸̨̻͛̇̿͂̒̐͒̈́h̸̰̤͖̪͎̏͌̈́͑́̓͐͜͜͝ò̸̙͇̘̖͈̩͐̌̓̔͐͝ ̷͎͓̟̠̽͋͑̋I̵̧͕̋̂͒̏̂̈́͠͝͝s̶̹͂͑̽͠ ̸̛̝͎͛̄̎T̷̢̖̠͇͔̠̪̳̗̞̾͘̕͘͠h̶̳͙̱̮͓̫̱̻̝͂̂̐i̷̭̺̽̅͋̃̀͑̉s̴̼̘͖̳̲͌̓́͒?̶̸̨̛̪̙̰̦̹̙̅̇͑̒̓̈́͘͠


H̵̝̤̪͇͈͓̒̒̓͛̇̌̾̿̚ͅò̸͉͕w̴̼͕̰̝̌ͅ ̵̢͚̝͒̓̒̏̄̾̃D̷̛̻̭̩̮͖̹̽͗͐ͅį̸̰̰͕̺̝̯̼̉͒̐̇͜ḏ̶̡̑̔̈́̆̆̔̈́̄͜͝͝ ̴̗̯͓͉̥͎̲̉̃͗̀Y̵̛̪͛̾͗o̴͕̮̜̦̭̭̙͎͆̃ͅu̷̫̘̹̮̼̫͋̊͑̄̎͊̓ ̴̛̮̩̘̆͐̏̍̈͘̕̕G̷̛͙̃̒͆́̽̇́̏e̶̠͔̅t̸͖̪̰̻̯̫̩̤̔̌͒͠͠ͅ ̵͎͓̏̒Ţ̶̫̠̱͔̅̉̀̈́́̑̍̑͝h̶̢̜̪͇̰̹̹̳͎̲̅ĩ̵̧͍͎̩̪̜̹̖̠̾̾ş̷̨͙̪͓͝ ̵̛̰̪̓͊̂̏̓̓̈́̚͝Ń̸͙̗̤̥̹͎̐̉͆̐̏̿̒͌̈́u̶̜̥̳̻̤̖͋̆̆͗̃̏̿̅m̷̼̙͓͎̬͔̦͚̍̾͌͌̔̓͘͝ͅb̷̰̐̏͊̓͝ȅ̵̹̙̩̪͙̗͚́̇̿́͘ŕ̵͙̽̄͆̓̉͗͆̂͠?̴͎̦̻̽͑̾̀͆̉̈́̌ͅ "



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devilishkouhai: (c202)

[personal profile] devilishkouhai 2025-01-14 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Out she pops from the hatch as she crawls up it with an excited chirp, swinging the food bag around. ]

Snacks! Snacks! Sweets! The best kind of treats to win anyone's heart over! Even a tough baddie like you! [ The bag gets snatched, and she seems to giddily giggle away and crawl fully up into their humble abode. Eyes darting around looking to see - WAS IT A MESS??? WHAT KIND OF MAN CAVE DID SHE JUST CRAWL INTO?

Then she haphazardly answers, ]
Saying hi, and, maybe doing some research. Also, seeing what you're doing. So I'm stalking you like a normal person, obviously.
Edited 2025-01-14 00:55 (UTC)
syncopathic: (don't reveal it)

[personal profile] syncopathic 2025-01-14 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[BB is in luck. Between the fastidious ministrations of Kurogiri and Dito, the treehouse was always relatively clean. There are patches of clutter here and there that gave the whole house a lived-in look, but nothing overwhelming or overly messy. The smell of smoked bacon and thyme wafts through the room, and Dito can be seen at the stove, stirring a boiling pot of what looked to be some sort of chowder.

He doesn't bother to look BB's way at her arrival, but he does deign to toss a snide comment over his shoulder.]


I thought I heard the dulcet tones of our resident busybody. At least you admit to stalking us this time.

[He takes a sip of the chowder, shakes his head with a noise of disappointment, and adds more pepper.]