[when she'd first figured out that the amount of chickens was slowly increasing, she'd considered it. now it's the end of the week, Logan is dead, and she officially just does not give a single fuck anymore.
she's corralled twelve of the chickens away from the others, and all but one of them are sitting happily in the corner of the room, munching on a big pile of feed. their less fortunate sister is tucked under Sukuyo's arm as she puts the finishing touches on...]
There! I think that's how it works...
[it's a pentagram. it's made of black paint and also has a weird amount of loose salt just in piles around it. she delicately places the chicken in the middle of the pentagram and looks on expectantly.]
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she's corralled twelve of the chickens away from the others, and all but one of them are sitting happily in the corner of the room, munching on a big pile of feed. their less fortunate sister is tucked under Sukuyo's arm as she puts the finishing touches on...]
There! I think that's how it works...
[it's a pentagram. it's made of black paint and also has a weird amount of loose salt just in piles around it. she delicately places the chicken in the middle of the pentagram and looks on expectantly.]