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Narrowleaf tilted his head. "Flitter?" He called.
Narrowleaf jumped right awake. "Brisk!" He kicked her door open. "What happened?!"
"Don't worry. Knowing my history, somepony else will try. Good night." Narrowleaf said, yawning.
Narrowleaf clearly hit himself in the head with something. "Fine. See you... or Flitter... in the morning."
"I'd rather wait. Just... don't worry about it. Focus on your decision. That's what's important." he said softly.
"Er... Sorry, not trying to be impatient. I just really... I don't even know..." Narrowleaf cringed in pain. "I... have something to as-" He...
Narrowleaf laughed a little, too. "So... you ladies come to a conclusion yet?"
"That reminds me... Bolt loves Flitter, and he has all along. Not sure which one of you heard it." Narrowleaf said, still worried.
"Is... Is she serious? Is th-that what you two want to do?" Narrowleaf asked, sorrow obvious in his voice.
"Oh. Yeah. Hmm... I wonder how that even works..." Narrowleaf thought out loud. "Well, you and your sister think it out. Or whatever. I have no...
"Thought I'd let you know, Brisk. Either drink my blood and various objects, or be a Timberwerewolf with me forever." Narrowleaf paused. "At least...
Narrowleaf leaned by his wall and said, "Oh yeah, it's got my blood in it, wouldn't blame you for hesitating."
Narrowleaf walked into his room, laid down in his bed, and groaned in pain. (Yep.)
"Just think about it. There ARE some benefits..." Narrowleaf said, shutting Brisk's door. (My internet is being dumb. Imma go kick it a few...
"Oh... sorry. Just drink it. Or not. You only have until the next full moon to decide..." Narrowleaf said, trotting out if her room.
"Oh yeah... sorry... I don't have control over that. But, if it makes you feel better, you were delicious..." Narrowleaf said, handing her the potion.
"Oh... I'm fine. I like being a weretimberwolf. My senses are heightened..." Narrowleaf trotted out of the room, looked around, then walked back....
"You... don't want it?" He asked, confused.
Narrowleaf whistled, and to his call, ravens appeared. They were holding the shavings. "Thanks, guys. See ya!" He mixed the shavings, his blood,...
"Oh!! I'll go... get it... ready, then..." He said, stepping out.
