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>The first week of the /vp/ mansion was about to conclude.
>Anons slowly trickled in to the lunch hall, filling the chairs of a great round table where everyone could see across one to another.
>One by one they came, big and small, perky and grumpy, healthy and limping.
>Small mons had stairs and booster seats to sit in, while the few larger mons didn't even bother and just sat on the floor, still being higher elevated than the rest.
>A few in more fragile and injured states had to be carried in and carefully placed in their seat, due to blown out quads and extremely sore hindquarters.
>At the last arrival, the meeting of the residents could commence for what one vocal resident called: Arceus' Gay Hogwarts, For Autistic Guys Son (or AGH, FAGS).
>Surprisingly, wrangling everyone together at a specific time to review chores and the general state of the mansion was fairly easy, if at the cost that such was the only time some anons were civil.
>The excessive usage of slurs had died down significantly since the first day and now that everyone had started to get the rhythm of their current life down, most had chilled considerably with the exception of a few delinquents.
