They'll go all yuck and crusty by then.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Died young... wasted potential. -nods- Again, my condolences.
At least, he may be in a better place. There's an old saying where I'm from- Death is a friend of ours, and he who is not ready to meet him is not at home.
Just a factor of life- its' own logical circle. Where there is life, there is death.
Good. I like its' simplicity in design- yet still feeling ornate.
But- anyway... just- out of curiosity, who's Kurd?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-She doesn't seem to realise this-
Why do you want her to be sad all day?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She flinches, not entirely sure what she said wrong-
-And he didn't take his donut-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She sits on the floor, staring at her knees-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...Perhaps so... I think... I think he lost his father? Maybe now they are together again...
(Peers down at the grave, straightening some of the messy vegetation bits.)
(ohhh man, oh geeeeez...)
(Cautiously approaches, very tentatively holding a paw out.)
...H-hello...? Are you, um—...?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Ahh. A servant of yours from home, then.
I woke you up, didn't I?
Indeed they would be if his father is dead.
If we believe death to be a friend- then I'm sure they'd be reunited by now.
I see... -gets a good whiff of it, and then immediately regrets heightening his senses in-case it was an ambush-
Need something to sober you up, or- cure a hangover?
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post(o hai hideous hyena thing
you may have bumped into once or twice before)
...U-uh, oh man, that—... Uh... H-here, let me...
(Dashes into the kitchen for a brief moment, then dashes back with a handful of kleenex and a glass of water. Just looks concerned and confused.)
…
(Gives the gravesite a lingering, contemplative gaze.)
...That is good, then... Then he will be happy...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

I don't want one.
dead devotionJust — wait until tomorrow.