You do.

Both boys look up.. "thanks!" They yell back, before returning the favor.

You end up with quite a few half melted half dirty ice cubes slamming into you and your roof/windowsill. Lovely.

Better luck next tim.

You do so. Feel free to roam the place. I'm working on a map.


(Argghhh ping bombardment this is my punishment)

Nothing but a dead mouse skeleton. Lovely. Maggots are gross. Really gross.

That cat is quite elusive indeed.


"She doesnt go under the bushes in the mornings. Too many people out on the paths." The d ull voice of Funeral Boy says from behind you.

(Dont rmeiend me lol and btw apparantly dull isnt a word in my key words language which sucks. Oh now it works. Of course it does.

Imao lol ah wel I'd see your post anyways. Wait what happens to legends um)

"Who knows? She never goes the same places two days in a row. Or even any day in a row. Theres no pattern whatsoever besides the fact shes never under the bushes in the evenings or in the mornins." Funeral Boy shrugs. The silver streak in his hair is already plastered to his face and hes obviously sweating kn his long baggy pants and overcoat but shows no signs hes going to do anything about it.

"My sister tried hat a few months back. I'm surprised she still dares to come out here, Granddad wasnt too pleased wih the hospital bill." Funeral Boy says completely ignoring your first question. You also s ont know his name.