Alexander Argent, report. My now salt-covered two-year-old is settled very solidly into a grumpy mood, and I can't entirely blame him.
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So. I survived my first session with Mr. Argent. Wasn't really a stellar experience, but whatever. At least I didn't kill anyone, right?
Alex, Scottie -- thanks for not stalking me home. Or at least not letting me know you were stalking me.
So last week, I asked Alex's dad if he'd help me with control using hunter tactics, since they go through that training too. He took time to think about it, but agreed.
It may not work and may totally blow up in smoke, but I wanted to let you guys know it was happening so that you were in the loop. I'm hoping it'll give me something more to work with for my own sake, I guess. And ideally, it may help him see we're not just ravenous teeth-monsters and help those tensions too. Maybe not. Who knows. Since that part may impact more of you and he's been one of the reasons for some conflict lately, I figured I'd fill you all in.
Now I can stop wondering what it actually feels like for one of us to go through an eclipse.
Can I stop by tomorrow afternoon? I have something for yooou.
You've been radiating about as much anger since last night as I've been fighting to keep down for the last week.