[There's no real rhyme or reason behind when the messages appear. Sometimes they're close together; sometimes there's the span of minutes between each one. For today it's Leto, not Astarion, who's stuck at home. Because of a cold or a twisted ankle or because his little gang of friends are all busy today— who can say?]
they're fighting again. over montressor's stick. fortunato won't stop gnawing on it.
ataashi is still annoyed with their existance. she continues to inform me as such each time they tussle too close to her spot by the fire.
they've made up in favor of trying to investigate the pants you wore yesterday. or play with it, i suspect— they keep trying to engage with it
you were not wrong: they beg for treats at least once an hour
ataashi speaks in an antivan accent
fortunato keeps attempting to imitate it
montressor is endlessly baffled by the sight of herself in a mirror. she keeps asking about it.
fortunato will not stop asking when you're coming home
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they're fighting again. over montressor's stick. fortunato won't stop gnawing on it.
ataashi is still annoyed with their existance. she continues to inform me as such each time they tussle too close to her spot by the fire.
they've made up in favor of trying to investigate the pants you wore yesterday. or play with it, i suspect— they keep trying to engage with it
you were not wrong: they beg for treats at least once an hour
ataashi speaks in an antivan accent
fortunato keeps attempting to imitate it
montressor is endlessly baffled by the sight of herself in a mirror. she keeps asking about it.
fortunato will not stop asking when you're coming home