disingenuous | strohl catchall

[ she's seated in the new meadow that's obviously for the horses. ]

It's no wonder the horse is so angry, isn't it? If they had to lose something like this. How have you been in the week we've been apart, Strohl?

I have to say, I empathise with the thing. Would be nice if we could just make it understand we all want the same, one way or another.

[ strohl is also here laying on his back with his arms behind his head, just enjoying being touching grass... his emotions are nostalgic and somewhere, a little bit sad, but they warm up as he looks over. ]

Oh, you know... forced into appreciation of the world's most terrifying cat related opera, suffering curses, supporting those divorced from their agency in the name or a television show... the usual. [ this is so dry, but the twinkle in his eye is clear, anyway. ] What about you, Roxana? Not too tired by it all, I hope.

Its behavior has been quite difficult. Almost childish. [ in the shutterfly messages, among other things. ] I do understand anyone's frustrations when it has stolen from us even though we didn't ask to come here.

[ she just has empathy for how the horses were wronged even if she thinks much about the horse sanctuary was ridiculous, too. ]

The opera was funny from a distance. I wouldn't have wanted to be you. [ she's mean enough to say that pointblank. ] I'll be fine to last through the end, but who isn't a little tired by now?

Two things true at once, and all of that.

[ there's a little chuckle - which turns into a laugh at the distance bit... god... he suffered..... ]

Makes two of us. I'll tell you this - it warms my heart to have us all united again. And right in time for the grass, too. [ lighter. ] Even more so, to know this week we'll face any number of myriad challenges, but ideally, not one involving a corpse upon a rickety table.

Hard to believe it's almost over, isn't it?

[ he did suffer, but they did talk about his jingling in letters. his suffering is fun to watch. ]

As long as the horse only wants to race or compete in whatever manner and not trample us....

[ goodbye, rickety tables. ]

It is hard to believe, but I'd be lying if I hadn't been counting the days.

strohl catchall

week 7, monday

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