- Jun 21, 2022
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They'd hurt others, and they needed to remedy it before the guilt drags them to hell.
With exhaustion creeping into his bones, his eyes heavy and bloodshot from lack of sleep, Beesong shuffles into the makeshift camp as the sun rises with bundles of trinkets clasped in their teeth. It isn't much, he knows, but... It's all that he could offer right now. He sets the leaf-wrapped bundles in the center of the clearing, a curled ear pulled back with uncertainty. Miscellaneous knick-knacks reveal themselves as the leaves unfurl. Feathers, pebbles, shells, all of different colors and sizes. Beesong sighs, his paws disturbing the soil as they shuffle. "I... want to apologize for yesterday," he begins, an awkward genuineness in his vocals. "I didn't mean to.. to hurt anyone with what I said. I know it isn't much, but I've got some pretty things here; anyone can take what they want. They're for you all."
They droop into a sitting position, blinking the bleariness from their bag-ridden eyes. The sharp pain behind their eyes has not lessened since the events of yesterday; it only seems to have worsened, needles stabbing into their skull. They could take poppy seeds, but... They deserve this, don't they?
With exhaustion creeping into his bones, his eyes heavy and bloodshot from lack of sleep, Beesong shuffles into the makeshift camp as the sun rises with bundles of trinkets clasped in their teeth. It isn't much, he knows, but... It's all that he could offer right now. He sets the leaf-wrapped bundles in the center of the clearing, a curled ear pulled back with uncertainty. Miscellaneous knick-knacks reveal themselves as the leaves unfurl. Feathers, pebbles, shells, all of different colors and sizes. Beesong sighs, his paws disturbing the soil as they shuffle. "I... want to apologize for yesterday," he begins, an awkward genuineness in his vocals. "I didn't mean to.. to hurt anyone with what I said. I know it isn't much, but I've got some pretty things here; anyone can take what they want. They're for you all."
They droop into a sitting position, blinking the bleariness from their bag-ridden eyes. The sharp pain behind their eyes has not lessened since the events of yesterday; it only seems to have worsened, needles stabbing into their skull. They could take poppy seeds, but... They deserve this, don't they?