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Fanny’s POV
It was only a breezy winter morning in the house of Deathpact. And at last, it was the jolliest time of the year! Oh, Christmas was nearly here and everyone was happy.
Groan
The rugged sounds of Fanny being awakened by the morning light from her window, shining bright onto her, cough–
she had woken up to being quite sick ever since the fort-night of December, but as she is–she gets up to get herself a dark black coffee alongside some medicine, to soothe everyone’s worries,
Mmngh.._
Said the fan as she was stretching on the side of her unmade bed. She had been quiet and furtive so no one would notice her messy self and the sickness she had been having
‘Surely it’ll go away quickly!’
She says as she makes her way down the stairs of the place to get herself some breakfast.
“Good day, Fanny!” said Tree in a welcoming and sweet, fond voice to Fanny
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“Morning, Tree. So~ whats on the menu..?” Fanny replied to Tree with a sheepish voice asking–what's for breakfast.
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“Just some..Scrambled eggs + ham and uh, yeah thats all!”
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“Alright, thanks.”
She walks over to the coffee machine first to brew herself a coffee,-
“-Ah! Fanny, I had actually brewed you a coffee beforehand!Dark roast, correct?”
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“Oh! Eh.. yes, thanks Tree.”
Fanny grabs the warm mug of coffee with her mechanical tail from Tree, as she takes a sip, she goes to the medicine cabinet to get herself some medicine, swallowing the bitter taste of coughdrops and coughsyrup. Making Fanny grimace when she sips the small cups.