Finished 20:21.
Raven was trying to read a book when Blue fell through
the ceiling in the kitchen. He found him in a heap on the floor, covered in
thatching. “Why do you hate my roof?” he asked, refusing to help Blue to his
feet.
“Well, at the moment,” whined Blue, pulling himself up
using a chair, “I kinda hate that it keeps collapsing under me.”
“What were you even doing on the roof, anyway?” Raven
snapped.
“Looking for something to do.”
“And you expected to find it on my roof?”
“Well it’s worked before,” spat Blue, kicking the pile of
thatch.
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