[The first of the two suns is just starting to crest the horizon, and getting home in all this fucking muddy sand is a real drag - so yeah, time for another night of debauchery to come to an end. Scratch makes his way around the side of the Cabin, chucks a pebble at the master bedroom window (not enough to break, just enough to annoy), and comes to a stop in front of his cellar door.
Where he blinks.
And stares.
And then chuckles, taking the leash and throwing it over his shoulders like a scarf before descending into the dark.]
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Date: 2021-08-09 09:57 am (UTC)From:Where he blinks.
And stares.
And then chuckles, taking the leash and throwing it over his shoulders like a scarf before descending into the dark.]