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[nooooo]

[Okay, so it was definitely kind of weird that Rosie was gathering up all these animals to take care of when they lived in a literal post-apocalyptic wasteland. It was setting herself up for heartbreak, really-- a flood or plague or famine could sweep in at any moment, leaving one or more of her pets dead. Why get attached to something that was probably destined to die early? Especially if it couldn't take care of itself.

But Rosie's makeshift zoo kept the animals safe from people who'd want to kill and eat them, so overall, April wasn't really complaining. (In this place-- where you actually had to kill and eat your own meat, something she hadn't actually been able to make herself do yet-- she was seriously considering becoming a vegetarian.) She even helped her roommate and kinda-sorta-maybe friend out a lot. It was a lot for just one person to handle.

And so here she is, heading back home from a not-incredibly-successful scavenging trip. She stops at the makeshift front door of their little hut.]

Knock, knock. Have you been killed and eaten yet?

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[nooooo]

It was your idea, so you'll have to pay me royalties.

[She picks up the nearest lap-sized dog.]

Or I'm holding this one for ransom.

[hasitsthorns]

[ The dog gives a tiny, half-hearted 'woof' at suddenly being picked up. Once it realizes it's April, however, it quickly starts wagging its tail and wiggling happily. ]

... From the looks of it, I don't think she'd actually mind if you did.

[nooooo]

Good. The Stockholm Syndrome is already setting in.

[She starts petting the little thing.]

Who's a good girl? Who's accepted her fate? That's right, it's you!

[Then, to Rosie:]

What makes a fire ferret different from a regular ferret?