[after a long day of playing in the snow, it's... always a little concerning to come home to a weird bowl of blood on your cabin porch. With even more concerning notes. Whoever had left it was long gone, though, so Zangetsu crouches and dips his finger in the blood, then puts the finger in his mouth.
... Ah! It was from that guy. That guy that made the cardboard-tasting constructs. Foster? Yeah. That's his name.
... Blood for blood, though. Not ringing any bells. He shrugs again and picks up his odd gift and brings it inside. He could put a cactus in it or something later???]
... does that mean I need to get him something....
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... Ah! It was from that guy. That guy that made the cardboard-tasting constructs. Foster? Yeah. That's his name.
... Blood for blood, though. Not ringing any bells. He shrugs again and picks up his odd gift and brings it inside. He could put a cactus in it or something later???]
... does that mean I need to get him something....