#bergen_county

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Thanks giving had grub.. err properly seasoned.. for Symon. Anne Marie cooks well enough

but as he tries to sleep the over eating off...

on the roof of the house next to his, a well combed figure appears, risking capture and revenge..

and begins to sing

"The Fiona are glad to die for love.
They delight in fighting duels.
But I prefer a man who sneaks
And plays the Balor for Fools.

A sidhe in command
May be quite influential,
But Symon is a troll's best friend.

A redcap can be fierce
With their weapons so dental
But their tactics flat
Compared to someone slippery as a cat.

Satyrs can be bold
And Eshus have their stories told,
And pooka can be charming men.

But when things go pear-shaped,
You want the guy in the dark cape.
A Symon is a trolls's best friend."

“Lovecraft, kill.” Is the whisper.

Later a 'bwkack' sound and.. no more singing. Though Lovecraft comes back no fatter than before, damn the luck

He strokes her. “There is still turkey left, I’ll sneak you a bite later.”