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[andallislost.livejournal.com]

[There's a strange animal following you.]

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[thneed-need.livejournal.com]

...

*Offers it a marshmallow. Hey, it usually works.*

[andallislost.livejournal.com]

[Ix's ears perk just slightly as he cocks his head in question.]

[thneed-need.livejournal.com]

*squeezes the marshmallow*

They're squishy!

*sing-song*

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk held a spinach puff out at it.] Puff?

[andallislost.livejournal.com]

[Ix blinked and sniffed at the food. It didn't seem like something that would agree with his current body.] No. Ah...thank you, anyway.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Are you sure you don't want one, little guy? [Kronk smiled and reached out to pet the animal's head. Fuzzy!]

[ialsohaveacow.livejournal.com]

A thylacine!

[Walter begins looking around excitedly.] Peter, quickly--

[But Peter's nowhere to be seen, and he turns back to Ix.]

Peter--my son. He's never going to believe me if I tell him I met a living, breathing thylacine. [He adds, in a conspiratorial tone,] He'll think I was tripping.

What on earth are you doing here? Are you lost?

[And a thought hits him.] Or did you arrive here via time travel?

[andallislost.livejournal.com]

Lost? [That is very close to at least one truth, and the animal's mouth curls into a small smile.] I'm something like lost, yes.

[thneed-need.livejournal.com]

...

*Offers it a marshmallow. Hey, it usually works.*

[andallislost.livejournal.com]

[Ix's ears perk just slightly as he cocks his head in question.]

[thneed-need.livejournal.com]

*squeezes the marshmallow*

They're squishy!

*sing-song*

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

[Kronk held a spinach puff out at it.] Puff?

[andallislost.livejournal.com]

[Ix blinked and sniffed at the food. It didn't seem like something that would agree with his current body.] No. Ah...thank you, anyway.

[that-kronk.livejournal.com]

Are you sure you don't want one, little guy? [Kronk smiled and reached out to pet the animal's head. Fuzzy!]

[ialsohaveacow.livejournal.com]

A thylacine!

[Walter begins looking around excitedly.] Peter, quickly--

[But Peter's nowhere to be seen, and he turns back to Ix.]

Peter--my son. He's never going to believe me if I tell him I met a living, breathing thylacine. [He adds, in a conspiratorial tone,] He'll think I was tripping.

What on earth are you doing here? Are you lost?

[And a thought hits him.] Or did you arrive here via time travel?

[andallislost.livejournal.com]

Lost? [That is very close to at least one truth, and the animal's mouth curls into a small smile.] I'm something like lost, yes.