catch-all: emma.

[televised]

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week five, monday.

[televised]

[Hi. Hello. While Emma and North are getting a face full of glitter and confetti, their cats are going to take this opportunity to

unceremoniously

roll around the steadily accumulating glitter pile at the gateway's entrance.

Cue North staring into the void.]

Oh, for fuck's sake.

[THERE'S GOING TO BE GLITTER COMING OUT FOR WEEKS??]

[foodbin]

[...]

That isn't going to come out any time soon, is it.

[save her]

[televised]

It's not.

[rip their houses]

[foodbin]

Well...

[She bends down to pick up Tulip, who starts to meow pathetically.]

Might as well embrace it.

[televised]

[Yeah, no. North just frowns heavily at South, who continues to party on the ground.]

I'm not. She's sleeping outside until the glitter is gone.

[Spoilers: She's not.]

[foodbin]

[Looking down at her as Tulip squirms in her arms, she frowns.]

Aw, come on. Even you couldn't say no to that face.

[televised]

[Looks at Emma.

Looks at South in the eyes.

Then,



very sternly:]

No.

[... The cat just kind of. Trills in response. Living its best life.]

[foodbin]

...Do you want me to let her sleep in my house until the glitter is gone?

[televised]

[North pauses, almost as if seriously considering the offer, before she shakes her head.]

... Pass. Knowing her, she'll break your windows to find her way back to my house.

[but also the cat is already in pcs past this one, so. sad.]

[foodbin]

Aww... She's attached.

[Meanwhile, Tulip twists enough to get out of her reach and lands on the ground, batting playfully at South as she writhes around in the glitter (which is probably all over Emma's clothes).]

Well, I guess I can't say neither of them are determined.