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[fathersbludgeon]

[Having initially decided to 'get some air', (SICKFLOOR, DUDES) Ralph is now sat in the third floor corridor, armed with a journal and three felt-tips. The walls are due next. :c]

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One post and then I'm gone >.>

[gimmethemap]

[The door to room five opens very briefly, and a small, curly haired head pokes out to look up at the number on it. She blinks at Ralphie, then goes back in and shuts the door.]

Re: One post and then I'm gone >.>

[fathersbludgeon]

[Although Ralph is busy finishing his second work of art:]

have a Peter to bully

[mimic_peter]

[Peter was on a mission to get past the boy coloring in the hall to Morgan and the sandwiches and the TV. A mission that included half carrying, half dragging Izzy with him because he didn't want his puppy to run off because then someone mean might get him and that would be bad.

But Izzy was a hyper dog and kept licking at Peter's face, making him giggle and almost drop the poor dog several times. Not that would've hurt Izzy much, Peter was only a few feet tall.]

"You has to be quiet, Izzy."

[The puppy simply barked in response, grinning in a way that only a dog could.]

Re: have a Peter to bully

[fathersbludgeon]

[A puppy?

After a pause, Ralph oh-so-subtly closes his journal and shoves his colors deep into his pockets. As he draws his bottom lip up, his eyebrows drop down.

The way he figures it, as long as he doesn't look directly at Peter, he's pretty much free from suspicion.

...Suspicion from what, exactly, he doesn't know. He doesn't have a plan yet. But that doesn't matter. He'll make it up. And stuff.

He takes a deep breath and holds it. He's got to be still. And quiet. An----

A beat.

Ralph frowns, stands up and turns to face Peter; his patience proving - as ever - to be a very fickle thing.

Quickly noting he's actually taller than the other kid, he folds his arms and straightens his back.

With a complete lack of volume control:]

Uncle Patty's got dogs!