[Basil tenses. His eyes widen a fraction, making him look more cartoonish than he did to begin with. The tip of his tail moves unconsciously, and he can’t help the weird little flutter of hope in his chest. It’s mingled with all sorts of other awful things, of course, but he tries to ignore that for now.
He nods, starting to walk. It wasn’t that far, and as long as Basil is with him Sunny shouldn’t be harassed by the welcome wagon.]
Yes…I want to hang some terrariums in my room.
[Basil’s hoarding instincts manifest with two things: plants, and rocks. He already has too many of the latter.]
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He nods, starting to walk. It wasn’t that far, and as long as Basil is with him Sunny shouldn’t be harassed by the welcome wagon.]
Yes…I want to hang some terrariums in my room.
[Basil’s hoarding instincts manifest with two things: plants, and rocks. He already has too many of the latter.]
Sunny, I…. […] Do you recognize me?