Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150926020031/@comment-26208189-20150927025833

Tailor didn't mean to. Her joke went too far.

Or maybe Ticktania had simply taken it too seriously.

Argyle was playing around with tools for bomb making. As debris, they used chocolate. And, well, chocolate was poison to dogs, right?

Tailor whispered to her brother, "Should we go?"

"Where?" Argyle rolled his eyes at his adoptive sister. "The funeral? That chocolate explosive wasn't too dangerous! You can hexpect that dog girl to probably fake her death, you know?"

Even Argyle hated lying to himself.

"We're going," Tailor said, and yanked her adoptive brother by the ear.