It's not Dan's voice, but it's so clearly Dan's daemon, between the concrete-thick hillbilly accent to the fact that her voice is scratchy enough to sound somewhat like trying and failing to start a car engine as it comes up from around Ric's ankles. "What are you? You're cute."
"Virginia! Sorry, no sense of personal space, no idea where she gets that from," Dan says, emerging from the crowd and scooping the ferret up by the scruff, as if he doesn't treat anything that enters the triple-dorm as communal and doesn't frequently help himself to whatever Sam and Ric bring home - probably his worst rooming habit. "Wow, Ric, I was really going to peg your soul animal for a mole or prairie dog."
"A prairie dog..." Virginia says with a dreamy sigh, although it's unclear whether it's a lustful or hungry one, given the shape of her.
Dan pauses as KREB in the background shouts something about pinching again.
They both speak at the same time, Dan and Virginia and their ambient concern for their surroundings in stereo. "Do you think they need help over there?"
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"Virginia! Sorry, no sense of personal space, no idea where she gets that from," Dan says, emerging from the crowd and scooping the ferret up by the scruff, as if he doesn't treat anything that enters the triple-dorm as communal and doesn't frequently help himself to whatever Sam and Ric bring home - probably his worst rooming habit. "Wow, Ric, I was really going to peg your soul animal for a mole or prairie dog."
"A prairie dog..." Virginia says with a dreamy sigh, although it's unclear whether it's a lustful or hungry one, given the shape of her.
Dan pauses as KREB in the background shouts something about pinching again.
They both speak at the same time, Dan and Virginia and their ambient concern for their surroundings in stereo. "Do you think they need help over there?"