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HELLO

"You've reached Elysium! Lost? Need an ear? I'm your guy! I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

GOODBYE

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inventory bc i don't know where else to put this:

cursed chihuahua papers

Sure.

[ what is he even saying sure to? who knows. ]

[ DON'T JUSR SAY SURE ]

I think there's enough for now. More importantly, why does this place look like it's more for a slumber party than another roommate? ...And what's all of this on your bed?

[ BADTZ-MARU? ]

He just chose to do that.

[ badtz-maru is their landlord now ]

Since I've already foreseen the arguments on who'll take the bed, I figured it might as well be put to some use. Cute, isn't it?

[ The biggest one is tucked in comfortably… while the babies are all lined up along the side. Hehe. ]

You actually tucked it in...

[ she carefully navigates the spread of blankets and pillows on the floor and walks to the bed, her heavy duffel bag still over her shoulder.

she picks up one of the smaller badtz-marus and studies it. ]

You really did get all of these just because I said this looks like Thorns, didn't you?

[ What is he, a heathen? ]

If other people thought the same way you do, they'd end up getting one just to air their grievances.

[ Elysium is probably the only one who thinks this. ]

It was an act of mercy.

[ she tosses the plush harmlessly at his head. ]

There you go again. What exactly were you saving them from?

[ It bounces off his head and continues along its pathetic journey, thudding onto the blanketed floor and tumbling into a pile of pillows before it finally comes to a rest, face down. Dead.

Elysium regards it with quiet mourning. ]

See what I mean? You turned him into a projectile.