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He can just bury this all under again. It's fine. They don't have to keep talking about this.

It's just Dan who's the problem.

"Nothing. Just- had a rough day." He avoids almost too roughly. "Don't worry about it."

Dan doesn't like feeling angry.

The feeling burned and bubbled like lava deep in the pools of his stomach. It feels like a slow rising tide of heat and a ticking time bomb for a volcano to rupture.

This, arguably, feels worse than that hypothetical metaphor.

His fingers tapped anxiously on every surface, be it the counter or his knees. He flinched at every voice that wasn't his son's. He played nice for the same reason and dropped the smile when the conversation is over.

Dan feels like he's about to set a forest on fire for how on edge he is.

Why perhaps? One reason.

He doesn't feel like he'd be spotten in that fire.

No, let's rephrase. He'd be the first suspect. Try again. The forest. It's the forest.

Dan is, hypothetically, in a forest. Always surrounded by trees, even though he's easy to spot, nobody can hear him.

And nobody would even dare to remember that he's there. But setting a small fire to the forest?

All eyes and fingers point to him. Sometimes it's not even his fault, but who cares? What if there was always some person who could never ever do such a thing? And if they did, nobody would ever suspect them because they're so nice, so lovable, so..

Not. Dan. He feels like this in this house.

He's a ghost again in a house that isn't his, and the host doesn't even bat an eye when he tries to at least make it haunted.

Speak of the devil when he's alone down in the basement, hearing the stairs creak in a slow timed rhythm.

"Is something wrong?" His demeanor changes completely when he's separating himself from his thoughts. An empty but convincing smile plasters on Dan's face as he turns from his shittly made desk.

"Do you need anything?"

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"It'd be nice..." Dan sighs. It runs a hand through its hair. This conversation kept jumping all over, it's the same thing over and over and it's not really going everywhere. Man. He really is an asshole.

"Thanks." It says almost too sharply.

Dan doesn't like feeling angry.

The feeling burned and bubbled like lava deep in the pools of his stomach. It feels like a slow rising tide of heat and a ticking time bomb for a volcano to rupture.

This, arguably, feels worse than that hypothetical metaphor.

His fingers tapped anxiously on every surface, be it the counter or his knees. He flinched at every voice that wasn't his son's. He played nice for the same reason and dropped the smile when the conversation is over.

Dan feels like he's about to set a forest on fire for how on edge he is.

Why perhaps? One reason.

He doesn't feel like he'd be spotten in that fire.

No, let's rephrase. He'd be the first suspect. Try again. The forest. It's the forest.

Dan is, hypothetically, in a forest. Always surrounded by trees, even though he's easy to spot, nobody can hear him.

And nobody would even dare to remember that he's there. But setting a small fire to the forest?

All eyes and fingers point to him. Sometimes it's not even his fault, but who cares? What if there was always some person who could never ever do such a thing? And if they did, nobody would ever suspect them because they're so nice, so lovable, so..

Not. Dan. He feels like this in this house.

He's a ghost again in a house that isn't his, and the host doesn't even bat an eye when he tries to at least make it haunted.

Speak of the devil when he's alone down in the basement, hearing the stairs creak in a slow timed rhythm.

"Is something wrong?" His demeanor changes completely when he's separating himself from his thoughts. An empty but convincing smile plasters on Dan's face as he turns from his shittly made desk.

"Do you need anything?"

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"Around you, maybe! I'm around when Trumpet needs me at least." Dan huffs back. "You- You're always ignoring me and you don't even see me when I'm in the room, anyway!"

Dan doesn't like feeling angry.

The feeling burned and bubbled like lava deep in the pools of his stomach. It feels like a slow rising tide of heat and a ticking time bomb for a volcano to rupture.

This, arguably, feels worse than that hypothetical metaphor.

His fingers tapped anxiously on every surface, be it the counter or his knees. He flinched at every voice that wasn't his son's. He played nice for the same reason and dropped the smile when the conversation is over.

Dan feels like he's about to set a forest on fire for how on edge he is.

Why perhaps? One reason.

He doesn't feel like he'd be spotten in that fire.

No, let's rephrase. He'd be the first suspect. Try again. The forest. It's the forest.

Dan is, hypothetically, in a forest. Always surrounded by trees, even though he's easy to spot, nobody can hear him.

And nobody would even dare to remember that he's there. But setting a small fire to the forest?

All eyes and fingers point to him. Sometimes it's not even his fault, but who cares? What if there was always some person who could never ever do such a thing? And if they did, nobody would ever suspect them because they're so nice, so lovable, so..

Not. Dan. He feels like this in this house.

He's a ghost again in a house that isn't his, and the host doesn't even bat an eye when he tries to at least make it haunted.

Speak of the devil when he's alone down in the basement, hearing the stairs creak in a slow timed rhythm.

"Is something wrong?" His demeanor changes completely when he's separating himself from his thoughts. An empty but convincing smile plasters on Dan's face as he turns from his shittly made desk.

"Do you need anything?"

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Dan doesn't like feeling angry.

The feeling burned and bubbled like lava deep in the pools of his stomach. It feels like a slow rising tide of heat and a ticking time bomb for a volcano to rupture.

This, arguably, feels worse than that hypothetical metaphor.

His fingers tapped anxiously on every surface, be it the counter or his knees. He flinched at every voice that wasn't his son's. He played nice for the same reason and dropped the smile when the conversation is over.

Dan feels like he's about to set a forest on fire for how on edge he is.

Why perhaps? One reason.

He doesn't feel like he'd be spotten in that fire.

No, let's rephrase. He'd be the first suspect. Try again. The forest. It's the forest.

Dan is, hypothetically, in a forest. Always surrounded by trees, even though he's easy to spot, nobody can hear him.

And nobody would even dare to remember that he's there. But setting a small fire to the forest?

All eyes and fingers point to him. Sometimes it's not even his fault, but who cares? What if there was always some person who could never ever do such a thing? And if they did, nobody would ever suspect them because they're so nice, so lovable, so..

Not. Dan. He feels like this in this house.

He's a ghost again in a house that isn't his, and the host doesn't even bat an eye when he tries to at least make it haunted.

Speak of the devil when he's alone down in the basement, hearing the stairs creak in a slow timed rhythm.

"Is something wrong?" His demeanor changes completely when he's separating himself from his thoughts. An empty but convincing smile plasters on Dan's face as he turns from his shittly made desk.

"Do you need anything?"

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"Okay," says Trumpet. He has a Calico Critter in each hand and is staring at the open dollhouse with all the seriousness of a tactician surveying a battle map. "Now- now Senora Gata and Mr. Squirrel are both going to work- you make them go to work, 'kay? That's on the other side of the couch."

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"Oh bud, of course. You're our son." Dan's tail instinctively wraps around Trumpet's leg. He pats his hair just a bit. "I'm sorry it took this long to show that."

"Okay," says Trumpet. He has a Calico Critter in each hand and is staring at the open dollhouse with all the seriousness of a tactician surveying a battle map. "Now- now Senora Gata and Mr. Squirrel are both going to work- you make them go to work, 'kay? That's on the other side of the couch."

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"Just you, bud." Dan pats his back. It nudges its head towards the door. "Go on, go see for yourself."

"Okay," says Trumpet. He has a Calico Critter in each hand and is staring at the open dollhouse with all the seriousness of a tactician surveying a battle map. "Now- now Senora Gata and Mr. Squirrel are both going to work- you make them go to work, 'kay? That's on the other side of the couch."

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OH THAT WAS TODAY.

"Ah- right." Dan immediately looks like he's awake. "Yeah- yeah! So it's- definitely a good one."

"Okay," says Trumpet. He has a Calico Critter in each hand and is staring at the open dollhouse with all the seriousness of a tactician surveying a battle map. "Now- now Senora Gata and Mr. Squirrel are both going to work- you make them go to work, 'kay? That's on the other side of the couch."

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"I uh- I assume it'd be a good one," He weakly jokes, stumbling over himself in an all around confused state. "Otherwise it's not really a surprise worth showing, you know?"

Dan is so lost and confused, but he's got the spirit.

"Okay," says Trumpet. He has a Calico Critter in each hand and is staring at the open dollhouse with all the seriousness of a tactician surveying a battle map. "Now- now Senora Gata and Mr. Squirrel are both going to work- you make them go to work, 'kay? That's on the other side of the couch."

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Dan blinks again, incredibly confused and absolutely unsure what emotion he is feeling right now. Shock? Incredulousness? What.

"I- feel as if this isn't for you or in any case a character that I can not at all."

"Okay," says Trumpet. He has a Calico Critter in each hand and is staring at the open dollhouse with all the seriousness of a tactician surveying a battle map. "Now- now Senora Gata and Mr. Squirrel are both going to work- you make them go to work, 'kay? That's on the other side of the couch."

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He blinks, seemingly lost on the lore of Trumpet's critter world. "And- why?"

"Okay," says Trumpet. He has a Calico Critter in each hand and is staring at the open dollhouse with all the seriousness of a tactician surveying a battle map. "Now- now Senora Gata and Mr. Squirrel are both going to work- you make them go to work, 'kay? That's on the other side of the couch."

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"Do you want me to play with both of them or just one?" Dan asks with genuine interest and confusion. He's kneeling on the floor, position halfway towards the couch while facing to Trumpet with empty hands.

"Are you still the director and I'm still almost every actor?"

"Okay," says Trumpet. He has a Calico Critter in each hand and is staring at the open dollhouse with all the seriousness of a tactician surveying a battle map. "Now- now Senora Gata and Mr. Squirrel are both going to work- you make them go to work, 'kay? That's on the other side of the couch."

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You can gush about how fine maxo looks, we won’t judge

(I'm not writing all that here.)

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Saw something you like hm?

(I will kill you.)

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( ._.)

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Downstairs 👍

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