15. [Video]

[brodakota]

[When North awakes, he can hardly believe his eyes. His room is a warzone of tattered pieces of cloth and a very sorry giraffe in the middle of it.

He can hardly believe it, even when the Giraffe attempts to bleat its excuses. It wasn't my fault, there was another cat, she wanted to help and then I tried but they smelled so good. I'm sorry person, I'm sorry.]

[He runs a hand through his hair and there's a muttered god dammit. This may be the maddest North has been in a while.]

This is a ridiculous request, but, does anyone have anything that can be used as a lock? One that spirits can't open? 

[Trouble is nosing her way in, still trying to apologize.]

Comments

[brodakota]

That is an asset.

[North looks around at the mess and sighs.]

I think I'll be alright. It's mostly just picking up the scraps. Thanks though.

[laughingsword]

Are you sure? It's really no problem!

-- Although I suppose I should figure out who this belongs to....

[He holds up a plain white shirt.] I think that little cat Spirit left it in my room. It's not yours, is it?

[brodakota]

I think it's fine. I should be capable of cleaning up my own messes.

[North considers the shirt for a moment.]

Don't think it's mine, sorry. I don't think I could tell you who it belongs to either.

[laughingsword]

Or your Spirit's messes? --Oh well, I suppose I'll ask everyone, then! Someone surely wants it back.

Goodbye!

[brodakota]

I'll let you know if I find anyone looking for white shirt as well.

[laughingsword]

Thank you!

[He reaches to shut off the device.]