[ At least Lion does the one thing that helps: that fucking shampoo. Even now what rises above everything else is Don't Use It. It's Dangerous. He's still lost in his thoughts throwing prayer-shaped darts into a void, and then evolving into throwing insults and swears into the void, but both eyes immediately dart up to the glare at the shampoo like it had a black tail with a blue ribbon on it.
Is it because he's thinking on it too hard? Or he's being made to do the legwork without any indication of what he wants, because it's hilarious to watch your furniture bump into walls. Probably that one. Gods are predictable. Any commentary? Anything?
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Is it because he's thinking on it too hard? Or he's being made to do the legwork without any indication of what he wants, because it's hilarious to watch your furniture bump into walls. Probably that one. Gods are predictable. Any commentary? Anything?
...Nope.
Fine then. Two can play that game. ]
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