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⠀⠀ ⠀it's in the trees , it's com͟i͟n͟g !

hello, darling.

this kitty can steal * much more than that, baby.

another day, another dollar. . . * stolen dollar. good morning ~

sleep well?

good morning, sonnenschein.

you’re not.

you should come by one of these days. gabrielle would love to have you around, i’m sure.

* approaching him slowly, making the sign of the cross over herself, rosary in her hand* "what's wrong, uncle kurt?"

a slight wave of declination towards his general direction. “ thank you, father, but no. i'll just take a seat. ”

that’s utterly fine, darling. i look forward to it.

i didn’t know you cooked.

next week will be busy for me. i could see about tomorrow evening, after mass, perhaps?

he does have pretty houses, i’ll give him that.

“ i have. it is lent season, isn't it ? sad to say the last time i came by was a couple years ago, so was my last confession. ”

hands adjusted to the top of his walking cane as he halted. he attempted a smile. “ i'm sorry, am i a little too early... ? ”