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Part 15: http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/16341548 +
http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/16365339
Chapter Directory: http://pastebin.com/sgnYBisD
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WR8_bR96gq0
Professor Sycamore awakes feeling groggy, out-of-shape, and for once, not up to the task of showing his nardeldangers up a chick's uterus.
Not until he's had his morning coffee, anyway.
He looks outside the bedroom window, staring at the rest of Vaniville Town with disinterest. It's not long before he yawns and wipes his eyes, dreading to start the day, only wanting to stay in and maybe fuck once or twice in that interval.
Regardless, there's nothing he can do about it and thus, he heads to the kitchen.
A greet and a cute kiss later finds Augustine staring outside the window looking out into the front yard, one hand holding his mug, the other stirring the dark drink inside.
"Grace?"
He takes a sip of his drink as he waits for her response. It doesn't take too long for it to come from the kitchen.
"Yeah! What is it, dear?"
".....Since when is the bird allowed to be outside?"
"Oh, you mean Luchy? Don't worry about him! He's just waiting for Calem to come back, he's been waiting out there all night!"
Sycamore takes a bigger swig before continuing the discussion, "No, you don't get it! It's like eight AM and it's twenty degrees out there! Isn't it kind of dangerous for him to be out there?"
"He's just worried sick about our son, that's all!"
She might be right about that, but the fact that the Hawlucha is just sort of hanging out there, upside-down on the tree, waiting like an ever-loyal underling. It's kind of unsettling.
A) Confront Luchy before he gets a cold.
B) Let Luchy be.
http://archive.foolz.us/vp/thread/16365339
Chapter Directory: http://pastebin.com/sgnYBisD
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WR8_bR96gq0
Professor Sycamore awakes feeling groggy, out-of-shape, and for once, not up to the task of showing his nardeldangers up a chick's uterus.
Not until he's had his morning coffee, anyway.
He looks outside the bedroom window, staring at the rest of Vaniville Town with disinterest. It's not long before he yawns and wipes his eyes, dreading to start the day, only wanting to stay in and maybe fuck once or twice in that interval.
Regardless, there's nothing he can do about it and thus, he heads to the kitchen.
A greet and a cute kiss later finds Augustine staring outside the window looking out into the front yard, one hand holding his mug, the other stirring the dark drink inside.
"Grace?"
He takes a sip of his drink as he waits for her response. It doesn't take too long for it to come from the kitchen.
"Yeah! What is it, dear?"
".....Since when is the bird allowed to be outside?"
"Oh, you mean Luchy? Don't worry about him! He's just waiting for Calem to come back, he's been waiting out there all night!"
Sycamore takes a bigger swig before continuing the discussion, "No, you don't get it! It's like eight AM and it's twenty degrees out there! Isn't it kind of dangerous for him to be out there?"
"He's just worried sick about our son, that's all!"
She might be right about that, but the fact that the Hawlucha is just sort of hanging out there, upside-down on the tree, waiting like an ever-loyal underling. It's kind of unsettling.
A) Confront Luchy before he gets a cold.
B) Let Luchy be.
