☆66.5☆ [Fourth Wall]

[tearsofademon]

[So someone has decided to make a fort of blankets and pillows in the corner of the bedroom, and despite a certain Clefairy tugging at his pant leg to try and get him to come out, he's not budging.]

No way, Rose! Every time this happens, I get buried in crap or something else bothersome happens! I'm just gonna wait it out until everything calms down, and nothing annoying's gonna happen.

[Care to glitch into his room and prove him wrong?]

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[peridork]

Figures. Why can't this world come equipped with warp pads!? If we had those I could just--

[Houndour chooses this moment to snort embers at Clefairy, setting the floor on fire. Because of course, she can't just glitch into their house without causing some kind of destruction while she's there.]

[tearsofademon]

Warp pads?

[because when one is from medieval fantasy, one can still only learn so much in five years about technology.

The Clefairy squeaks a bit and immediately grabs one of the blankets to smother the embers before anything can spread. ...Then she glares at the Houndour again and starts muttering the beginnings of an incantation and sparking with electricity, but is stopped when Ryner grabs her by the back of her neck.]

Oi, Rose. You know the rules.