How Do We Move On? AKA There's A Hole in This Barrel of Wine [Sparrow]

Pyralis admitted she was a hallucination and Sparrow narrowed her eyes for just a moment, "That's what a ghost would say." Pyra was right about one thing, though; Sparrow should get laid, she agreed. Sparrow sat down her bottle and then herself, her back feet kicking up so her paw pads faced forward and her tail stuck out straight between her legs. Pyralis said she'd want her body to go that way and that she didn't think that was the reason anyway. Sparrow scratched at an ear, "Those statues didn't do shit for me. Maybe it was just your god man?" Pyralis went on to say she maybe had extra time and that she wasn't sure what to do with it besides haunting her murderer and teasing the pups. "Please be some sort of cautionary tale for the pups that if they do some dumb fucked-up shit, they'll end up like you," Sparrow said. "Who kicked your bucket anyways?"