The Bracken Woods chapterhouse

"how am i supposed to see the look on my face, i can't look at myself, duh," shoegaze shoots back, still flopping on the earth melodramatically. he sulks, unimpressed with kerosene's sudden jovial mood, scoffing at his assertion. "i can't eat you, dummy." who thinks mice are pretty? it's irrelevant to the conversation -- besides shoegaze is clearly the prettiest one here (even if he is, at least, smart enough not to say that part out loud.) with a big dramatic sigh he throws himself back onto his feet, stretching and bumping past kero as his tail tip twitches. "so what are we doin' anyway?"