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[presgarddihellis]

Who: whomstever
When: October 14th
Where: Cafeteria, outside, wherever
What: idk
Warnings: gosh, those fox fires sure are still around!

[if anyone happens into the cafeteria this day, they'll likely find a pile of mildly spicy meat handpies, some noodle dishes, some rice, and mooncakes. all of them with some levels of spice to them because in this house, we indulge in our spices until we're sent back home to places where spice is expensive af.

or at least, that's the sentiment of the cook.

who seems to be absent from the cafeteria.

anyway, free hot foods during this mid-autumn day with its chill winds and cooling temperatures and suspiciously flickering lights and whispers in familiar, desperately missed voices. or maybe that's just the wind.]

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[ordimame]

[cowardly as it had been for Puck to shirk back the moment that fire had darted towards him, he steps forward now, reaching out grasp Bombon's arm as tightly as she is holding his. he doesn't know who this figure is. doesn't know why it is adorned with those beautiful tails, or why it makes Bombon cling to him like she is afraid of what it is capable of]

[none of that really matters to him right now]

. . . come on. We should get out of here.

[spoken slowly, though he never once takes his gaze off of the mysterious new figure. just in case]

[tailsofwoe]

[ As Bombon stares out at the figure in the distance, her gaze hardens. It no longer looks like fear in her eyes, but fury, so sharply focused that she seems to have stopped registering anything else. ]

Too far. You're dead.

[ She abruptly unwinds her arm from Puck's and even gives him a light push back in the direction of the school. The figure giggles and inclines her head in the direction of the forest, which Bombon is already stalking towards. ]

[ordimame]

Wh-- Bombon--

[stumbles back a step or two, features growing slack. but then he moves quickly, leaping forward to snatch at his classmate's hand, trying to yank her away from the forest]

-- just ignore it! I'm sure it's dangerous!

[tailsofwoe]

[ She yanks her hand back in the other direction, attempting to shake free of his grip. She's still looking toward the forest more than him, though—it's like she really can't focus on anything else. ]

Let go! I won't suffer an impostor to live!

[ordimame]

[his grip tightens a little, features pinching together in confusion]

Impostor. . .?

[wait, no. that doesn't matter now]

It's a trap, Bombon! What do you think it's going to do to you once it gets you alone?!

[tailsofwoe]

[ Without looking back: ]

It can try.