un: tigerpoet

[tigerpoet]

I think by an Earth calendar, today would be Father's Day.

To the other parents who are here... do you miss your children? Even if you wouldn't want them here.

I miss mine.

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text: un: graftage

[graftage]

I'm missing my dad real badly. It's hard being away from my family this long.

Kind of makes me want to know if I can send him something, somehow, even though I know that's impossible.

[tigerpoet]

I'm sorry, John.

We can summon items from home, so theoretically there should be a way to do that in reverse...?

[graftage]

That would be nice. Like, a letter or something that simple shouldn't be hard, right?

[tigerpoet]

I'll ask the shopkeep the next time I stop in for you.

[graftage]

Thank you so much.

Hey, do you want me to come over to keep you company? Or do you want to be by yourself today. I don't mind, either way.

[tigerpoet]

I'm always happy to see you. It feels like it's been a while.

[graftage]

It has, hasn't it?

Need anything? I can pick it up on the way over to you.

[tigerpoet]

Just your smiling face.

[graftage]

I'll sure smile when I see you, so that's a given!

[tigerpoet]

♥♥♥

See you soon.

[graftage]

[And sure enough, he's here, with a little bag in his hands. Surprise, surprise.]

Long time, no see. [He holds the bag up.] I thought we could make some hot chocolate.

[tigerpoet]

That sounds wonderful.

[He has to steal a quick smooch first, though.]

[graftage]

[Now that's something he's missed. He kisses him back just as sweetly, pulling back with a grin.]

Didn't I say that my smiling face was guaranteed? Especially when you do stuff like that.

[tigerpoet]

Maybe, but I never get tired of seeing it.

[John's just too dear to him.]

Make yourself comfortable.

[graftage]

Sure. I'll have to borrow your kitchen to get some milk for the hot chocolate, though.

[He leans in for a kiss to the cheek before doing just that, wandering to the fridge.]

How have you been ? Busy?

[tigerpoet]

[There's significantly more snacks in there than there used to be. Such is the nature of living with Ranpo.]

I've been well, more or less. Ranpo turned entirely into a cat last triple moon and dealing with that was a bit challenging.

[graftage]

He...what?

[He has to doubletake at that.]

He turned into a cat? Like a little normal housecat?

[tigerpoet]

A cougar, actually. But definitely a cat.

[graftage]

A cougar...

[He's trying to imagine that.]

Could he speak? Or not at all?

[tigerpoet]

[imagine waking up in bed next to a cougar.]

He could talk, which made it more bearable for him but more surreal for me.

[graftage]

...

Yeah, that absolutely does sound surreal. I guess he had to learn how to walk on four legs, huh.

[tigerpoet]

He couldn't open his bags of chips with his paws, so he ate them whole, including the bag.

[graftage]

That can't be good for his stomach.

[tigerpoet]

He did get a bit of a stomachache after...

[graftage]

Yeesh. Luckily he didn't get himself poisoned. Stuff we eat can be dangerous to cats.