[meanwhile Peepers was at the kitchen with Hater, fixing him up a drink to make him feel better]
Peepers: Wat would u like to drink, sir?
Hater: (was quiet for a moment)...just some warm milk, C Peeps...
Peepers: Coming right up, sir [pour the milk into the pan to heat it] ....U gonna be OK, sir? I mean, I knw its still raw for u but...
Hater: It's...it's not gonna be easy to get over this...
Peepers: I knw, bt ur gonna hv to be strong, for the furball n ur litters
Hater: I know...but...have you...ever lost someone despite barely knowing them...?
Peepers: I...can't say I hv... Well, if u count my mother. She died at childbirth giving birth to me, so I nvr knew her, n my father nvr remarried, so its just me n Dad until The Colonists invaded our planet, then he died abt 3 weeks before u showed up to liberate us, so... yeah... same difference, I guess?
Hater: I suppose...
Peepers: I suppose the only advice I can give is tht u can't dwell too much on it, it wouldnt be fair to ur new litters, they might end up blaming themselves for being alive n not their unborn sibs [turned off the fire once the milk is heated n poured it for Hater] Here u go, sir
Hater:...Guess you're right, I shouldn't let them feel that way. (takes the drink and sips) Thanks, C Peeps.
Peepers: No prob. Just hang in there. Don't mourn for too long. Try to move on, for the sake of ur family, bt dont force urself
Hater: (nod) Mhm.
Peepers: So I hope I'm not being too forward, bt I hope u'd be my best man at my wedding, sir
Hater: (thinks about it)... :) Sure thing.
Peepers: ^^ Great, coz Syl was thinking of asking Wander to be his maid of honour before... well, wat just happened...
Hater: ...You mean the...?
Peepers: Yeah, ur unborn pups thing... I just hope he's OK with it if Syl asked him
Hater: Me too.
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