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[byanyname]

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[sweatycoward]

[ He might be standing with the half-empty syrup bottle in-hand, surveying the kitchen and musing aloud over what other chores might be knocked out with a little maple magic. He might be asking Hope for her input, and eyeing the toaster - it's got crumbs in it! - when Alice's text comes through, and Treavor's face turns to grinning. Which just leaves dropping (...oops, literally dropping, sorry floor) the bottle and leaning further into the counter because standing's getting a little difficult and he doesn't remember drinking but then, drinking and not remembering drinking can go hand-in-hand, right?

Also, hey, wasn't Sheldon here? Where'd he go, maybe boats? ]

alice!!!

:3 :# :3!

hm but who wilm tuck me into the blankets hm? i would ask hope, but her paws! very small. most adorable! but small!

hm i will kiss them for you!