THE ̧̕͝SEC͢͠͠O͏N̸̢D̵ INVE͘Ś̷̶T͏̛I͞GA̕҉T͟͡IO҉̢N̴͘

[strangerpeople]

T͝҉̡H͝E̵̢ ͝͝S̶Ę̡͞C͜͡҉OND̵̴ ̢I̶͢N͏V͝E͏̨̛ST͞I͢͞G̴͏A̛̕T͡ÌON͟

[The day has come.

..Valentine's Day, of course! Or should we now call it...ValITine's Day? Well, it doesn't matter. It's a Friday.

Hopefully, the Strangers got through this week without killing. But perhaps it's best to be sufficiently paranoid and check first, hmm?]

Comments

[poorlovefool]

[That's adorable. Too bad Eric's mood is too low to really appreciate it. He doesn't know how fast this thing is so he's just gonna try and scoop it out of the locker]

Hey, you. How long you been sleeping here, huh?

[cuteandinnocentpet]

[Kyuu-lun is picked up, and it tilts its head.]

Kyuu?

[Does new friend want chin nuzzle~?]

[poorlovefool]

[oh... it's soft. That does kind of make him feel better. He pulls the cat-thing a little closer, trying not to get misty eyed.]

Lala, she... she's dead. Did you know?

[cuteandinnocentpet]

...Kyuu?

[It's honestly impossible to tell what with the never changing face as to what it is feeling.]

[poorlovefool]

...

[this is kind of like talking to a stuffed animal in that respect.

Including the part where he starts to feel a little stupid about it.]

I-If you can really talk... if you know who did it... please. She liked you a lot, you know.

[cuteandinnocentpet]

...Kyuu...

[poorlovefool]

So you can't...

[well, that was a long shot, but it's still depressing. Eric sighs and fidgets with all the fluff in his arms.]

I w- [wait. you're not supposed to wish around this thing] It's too bad we couldn't do more for her.

[cuteandinnocentpet]

[It tilts its head at this.]

Kyuu!

[poorlovefool]

[...He's lost all confidence that this creature can understand him.

By the way, while he's got it here, are its paws clean?]

[cuteandinnocentpet]

[It's paws are as clean and pure as white snow.]

[poorlovefool]

[Oh good then he can gently squish the paws. They're not also as wet as white snow, right.]

[cuteandinnocentpet]

[Nope! Squish em!]

[poorlovefool]

[He squishes. ...They feel like little packing peanuts...]