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[witchdaggah]

[ so like.

the text keeps appearing and reappearing. like someone's deleting their post? repeatedly. eventually one sticks, though: ]

NO ONE PANIC
The rat infestation is mine


[ that's it. that's the post. ]

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[witchdaggah]

[ the baby is sound asleep. it doesn't even snuffle. who knows, perhaps there was a bad dream happening in that little noggin... and if so.. perhaps the gentle touch of a scream-y blond who wears leather jackets was all that was needed. ]

Dude I WISH my babies came with me? But like, no, these guys... I can't super control them yet, but they are my magic rats.

[ she lets his other question go for a moment. maybe she should let him think she doesn't realize she's a cat? or did she mention that already. well. ]

I think I'm everything's natural predator.

[ she's a fat house cat. ...she isn't necessarily wrong?? ]

[punshots]

[ Her...magic...rats....

Prompto lifts one brow, and then the other, though he doesn't stop petting the rat, because that is just pure, unadulterated joy and he's probably not gonna stop petting it for at least an hour and a half. Get comfy, Mae. There are probably some snacks somewhere? ]

Waitwaitwait. You're tellin' me Astoria gave you magic rat powers? Is that what you're puttin' down for me?

[ Because it sounds



AWESOME. Like, five minutes ago, he wouldn't have thought so, but in his post-rat awakening life, being lord of such a cute, fluffy army doesn't sound too bad. ]