Flort and Stipp
Delavelflort was fuming. He was not happy. The cats just sat there and pointedly ignored him which only made it worse. They clearly blamed him for everything. The rocky cavern offered no respite either, no distraction, he could feel his thoughts bouncing back with intensity and torturing him. He fumed some more but it didn’t make him feel any better. ‘Stippel…’
‘Oh will you shut up already’, said one of the cats. He could never tell them apart, not even before the Accident.
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