Fiddle: well if these are the symptoms a guess I love u to?

Fiddle: ah u don’t have to answer all this-

Fiddle: crawls over towards him* what’s love about?

Fiddle: uh-huh

Fiddle: maybe. Is that love?

BAHah))
Fiddle: I’m afraid I’m not familiar

Fiddle: is that one of the emotions?
Dum nuckle head))

Fiddle: fee..l..ings? What’s that?

Fiddle: I won’t stop u *weaving*

Fiddle: thanks. *sits down on his bed*

Fiddle: well yeah? But I just wanted to now

Fiddle: woah uh-! *hugs him back* what’s wrong?

Fiddle: runs over to him confused and hugging him than looks at his face* hey hey! Are u good?

Fiddle: are we.. ynow.. friends? Or what? Strangers? Associates?

Fiddle: washes the slight blood on himself* hey fool..

Fiddle: he drags fool back to the tree*

Waste: bends down* hm? Have it?
Fiddle: yeah yeah..opens up a bag and tossed a body that he had found deacesed* there.
Wastes: ooo!~ good boy! Ur so good at finding dead things for me *eats it whole*
Fiddle: narrows his eyes at him* whatever.
Waste: jumps back in the trees*
Fiddle: walks back to his tree*

Fiddle: come out he’s gone.
Waste: jumps from a tree and is tall*

A song to describe fiddle is toxic by Britney Spears))

Listening now))
Fiddle: *keeps walking*