29} it's dark in my imagination

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[The feed clicks on to show Allison in Duke's cabin, which is evidenced by the fact that she's in his kitchenette, Duchess is on the counter in front of her, happily curled up on her pink bandanna nibbling on some hay mixed with chunks of chopped up strawberry.

Distantly, the sound of a dog whining can be heard, prompting Allison to admonish said concerned puppy "mom" off camera.]

In a minute, Brownie Bear.

[Turning back to the camera, Allison manages a vaguely neutral expression...but she can't hide her upset completely.]

I came to see him--so Duchess could see Brownie--

[She stops herself. She shuts her eyes, takes a deep, shaky breath...and her features crumple for a split second before she composes herself again and opens her eyes.]

Duke Crocker's in a coma. I'll be taking care of his dog, and staying in his cabin until he wakes up. He's okay...he was in his cabin, I got him to bed no problem. [Thank you, werewolf strength.]

Anyway...visitors are welcome, but you all know how I feel about the whole 'drawing on the comatose' thing: don't.

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I'm okay...ish. I'll be staying on Deck Seven until Duke wakes up. Brownie's comfortable here, Duchess likes it here...

[And she can take care of him. Protect him...the need is more intense than it was the last time, now that the wolf in her is ever vigilant.]

Just want to make sure you all know where I'll be.

[PRIVATE;Tig]

I'll be walking Brownie every day...want to walk her and Bonnie together?

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[Mason laughs suddenly, deeply amused and entranced]

What the fuck's hay breath? Hay don't smell like anything.

Duchess, love, you're too close.

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It makes her breath smell kind of like dirt. I don't know, her breath is less rank when she's been chewing on her toys. At least they smell like wood. [She taps her nose as a means of explaining her enhanced sense of smell.] It's a werewolf thing.

[Meanwhile, Duchess's ears twitch at hearing her name, and she promptly gets closer--wait--yep, have a bunny tongue as she licks the camera. You are getting cyber bunny kisses, Mason.]

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Oh, darling Duchess. Look at you, angel, you know your name! That's rare, innit? For a rabbit to know her name?

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I don't...actually know? [She giggles and tries to pull Duchess a little bit away from the comm, but she wriggles free and goes back to snuffling and sniffing at it--EXTREME BUNNY NOSE CLOSE UPS WITH ALLISON VOICETRACK.]

She always at least looks at me when I call her. Might not always come over, but she's a little diva so maybe it's just the 'tude.

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[Mason giggles, not at all perturbed by this sight..or, not-sight, as it were]

Is she, now? Darling little girl. Oh, I want to hold her. I do.