#open - ink threads💣

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There's a tiny model of the same quaint, felt village sitting before the little jester , complete with a building-block version of the bell tower. He's bouncing slightly where he sits, toes jingling, then he leans forward and lightly dings the tiny bell.

Outside the window, the real bell rang.

He chortles.

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hit 'like' for a Charms.

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jingle, jingle, he taps his feet together. bells on his hat, bells on his toes. Nobody wants to play with him. How did he get here? he appeared from nowhere, it seems.

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mayhap a starter for a robot?

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"you can have a good day, if you avoid the horrors."

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starter for Gray?

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starter call? specify if you want!

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“What were you, a vulture in another life?

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        slam

The cook slams the pancakes down in front of the guest. The pancakes are on fire. The rest of the kitchen staff is cowering behind the swinging behind-bar-doors.

            “Bon appetite.”

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open

Sheets of rain and sleet battered his back, and his limbs had gone numb half an hour ago. Suddenly, the wind turns and like a sheet in a gale he’s dragged off-course. He crashes along the muddy ground, pebbles lying up in his wake. Lucky he didn't hit whoever was there.

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“I wanna steal.”

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It’s...it's pandemonium. There are about a dozen small, purple imps scattered about the diner - half the size of normal Imps, barely ankle-height, yet the place is utterly trashed. One in particular is kicking things off the dessert table, one by one,

“Home run! Fore! Nothin' can stop me!” 

crash

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“You know what? No. I’m not dealing with this. No.”