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Recovery. Hopefully, it's quick. Anyway! Aaz, being him, went for any source of food he could smell. But he was faced, sadly, + sᴀɴs.

With somewhat of a problem. The handle to the door of Grillby's. Aaz didn't usually pull open doors. He sat staring until + sᴀɴs.

Someone else did. So there he waited, tempted to simply break through the fricking window. 》sorry it's so long- sᴀɴs.

# W-Ward wasn't lo-locked! He wanted in. He hadn't had any.. Uh... Pleasant physical contact, in a while. The smol + °~A § ¥~°

Stared around, and clawed at the glass a little. No good. Too thick. ... likehisthighs- Ahem. The door? No. Can't pull + °~A § ¥~°

On handles.. What to do, what to do... °~A § ¥~°

He waited, and let his arms flop limp after some time. He looked around for something to entertain him, the other boring him. # Auhhh..? x.com/xBrightAndRoya…

Soon enough, the cold and scent of food overtook the smol. Forgetting that door would probably cost him, he slammed his head to + sᴀɴs.

The old wood, eventually, and with much bleeding, slamming his face right through. Numb to the feeling of splinters in his face + sᴀɴs.

And neck, he slowly began to claw at the wood, breaking enough off to eventually crawl inside. And by crawl, I mean fumble and + sᴀɴs.

Tumble until he got inside, blood dripping out. He stared around, wide eyed, then wriggled his way to the counter, struggling + sᴀɴs.

To reach a chair, or stool.. Something, anything! And then his gaze shifted to... The skeleton. No doubt creeped out, correct? sᴀɴs.

He sat there, his grin fading, instead replaced with a curious "o". # Har.. Harem? What-at is.. Tha-aaat? His heart + Sugarberry~💜

Pounded in his chest, eager for an answer. He rocked back and forth, slowly, tapping his bare feet on the ground. + Sugarberry~💜

# Iii-Iis.. It ni-nnice? If he only knew.. Sugarberry~💜