Fiddle3 n-nvm it’s silly *walks away*

Fiddle: can I ask, what is emotion?

Fiddle: so fool,

Fiddle: kisses fools fire head* don’t worry I’m done *throws grass towel away*

Fiddle: cleans the wounds and finishes and puts fools shirt back on*

Fiddle: looks at him and snickers and lays on top of him and takes off fools shirt and grabs a grass towel and cleans him in his sleep*

Fiddle: sleeps and wakes in the morning but stays in bed*

Fiddle: hands him a pillow* there I can use that *walks up to his face and a small peck on the nose for him and then and lays down* goodnight

Fiddle: well myself

Fiddle: where? Don’t u mean ‘who’.

Fiddle: climbs back up to him* and sets berrys down on the side and goes back down and comes back with tons of grass and is weaving it together*

Fiddle: removes shorts and puts on different shorts and a white tee with his raincoat and he straightens it out* so are u *hugs him then walks past him and jumps down and picks berrys*

Fiddle: u were nice, u gave me hospitality and I was cautious but u respected that and gave me space.

Fiddles: turns his white eyes glowing in the dark* hm

Fiddle: jumps back in his tree and removes his pink shirt and rustles for a his white one*

Fiddle: stops* and Lauren was wrong *glares back serious and scary* I don’t trust easy, especially if they try to bribe me in. *keeps walking*

Fiddle: sighs and gets up and tugs on his shirt pulling him* home

Fiddle: sits up* mmnn..u have to stop protecting me..I’m okay..

Fiddle: sleeps for about 3 hours and wakes up* mm

Fiddle: curls up and naps*