I AM THE LEFT BRAIN // p- partyanimal

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    BROWNWYN DUPONT

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    Bronwyn was lounging about the beach, a bottle of Chardonnay in one paw and a brownie in the other. She'd take a bite of brownie and a large sip of wine before gazing out over the waves. So much had happened recently; the deaths and injuries of her clanmates, the atmosphere of mild stress in the clan. It freaked her out.
    The beach was her happy place; it was quiet and usually there weren't too many people there, so Bronwyn was free to sit and think in peace, with a bottle of alcohol and a random snack.
    The femme adjusted her position, taking another sip and continuing to watch over the waves absentmindedly. She didn't know what she was waiting for, but the moment seemed a bit incomplete; it was just here, looking over the waves. Usually she'd be lost in thought, but the wine was ruining that for her.
    With a sigh, Bronwyn stood up and turned, padding down the beach in an effort to distract herself.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]So much really had happened lately - disappearances, deaths, his own death - it was all a bit much. Getting used to this larger, tiger body, was certainly hard, but he was doing it, slowly. He had decided to take a walk down to the beach, when he noticed Bronwyn, padding down the beach, and he smiled. Bron was a friend, a good friend - and he wasn't sure if Seth had done anything specifically to her, but Par needed to make sure that they were still cool. He wasn't sure what he'd do otherwise.


    "Bron," the Liege would offer in a simple greeting, padding towards the snow leopard. "Hey, buddy. How's it going?"


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    BROWNWYN DUPONT

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    Bronwyn stopped as she saw Par approach. At first she didn't recognize their new body; she narrowed her eyes in confusion for a few seconds before she realized it was her friend, and only then did she offer the tiger a drunken smile.
    "Heya, Par," she said, hoping that her words weren't slurred.
    "Uh, it's not going great. You just *ing died, and Tsukishima died, and a lot of just really sad * has been happening around the clan. I dunno how to- ah- how to deal with it, y'know? Before I joined Sunclan, I would've just left; I run away from my problems a lot, but I can't leave now because my place in the clan actually matters. So I'm stuck here with all this * happening and there's nothing I can do." Bronwyn glanced up at Par a bit defeatedly, setting down the bottle of wine.
    "Ah, I'm sorry. I'm probably drunk as *. Um, how are you?"
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    Partyanimal gave Bronwyn a grim smile, nodding. Yeah, everything was shit. Sometimes, Par wondered what would've happened if she hadn't joined, if she'd gone to another clan, or perhaps stayed a loner. But, when she thought about it more...she didn't want that. She wouldn't have met all these people in her life now, not Bronwyn, not Scarletscream, not Yosafire...Yosafire. Lord, he had to have a private word with the hound soon. Make this all up to her. Why hadn't he already?


    "I'm about ready to have some alcohol myself, if you're willing to share," he honestly stated. "Everything's pretty shit, huh? Never thought I'd have to firsthand find out what it's like to die. And what it's like to see the faces of everyone you care about as you come back after a fucking demon's possessed you and hurt the person you have a fucking crush o-"


    He paused, finding himself wishing he could backpedal from that as fast as possible. Okay, so maybe clanmates probably already thought something was going on between the two. Whenever they were in the same area, one or the other was practically trying to sit in the other's lap or literally was, in the event of the recent s/hp meeting. "Ah, heh, um...so, that wine."


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    BROWNWYN DUPONT

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    Bronwyn handed Par the bottle of wine easily, the drunken smile still on her maw.
    "We all know Yosaf and you are a thing, Par. Don't hide it, buddy. I bet you guys will have the cutest little babies." Bronwyn chuckled to herself as she spoke, popping the rest of the brownie in her mouth. It was true; it was obvious Yosafire and Partyanimal were in love, and it was one of the cutest things Bron had ever seen.
    She smiled suggestively and waited for Par to respond, occasionally chuckling at her words.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; margin-top:-10px; width:500px; font-size: 11px;]She nodded, taking a sip of the wine and wincing slightly at the bitterness, before taking another sip, listening to Bron's words. Snorting slightly, she put down the bottle, grinning sheepishly. "I mean, we're not officially a thing," she protested, although the smile suggested she wasn't at all offended by the idea. "But, I mean...Yosaf's a pretty affectionate gal. You think she actually likes me back? In a romantic sense, anyways."


    At the next comment, she laughed, shaking her head. "How's that gonna work? I'm sort of a massive fucking tiger and she's a little hound. Maybe we can adopt some kid that shows up on the border sometime," she jokingly stated, or perhaps not so jokingly - Par had always entertained the idea of being a parent.


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