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“Did you k—” He heaves, almost choking on a sudden breath. The movement of his lips causes the crust of dried blood in the corner of his mouth to crack. “Did you know that t–the NSA and Pentagram banned Furbies? They were seen as a security risk because they thought the Furbies could record conversations. Like spies.”Rosie, shoulders hunched, drenched in his blood, and needle in hand, paused in her stitching. She looked up at him, her expression exhausted. “Alastor, honey, you’re literally bleeding to death.”“I’ve experimented with this rumor myself with a 1998 Witch’s Cat I found in a dumpster. I’ve been secretly placing him in Husker’s room, but so far, no leads. All I’ve gained is Husker screaming at me after he caught me once.”or;Alastor forcing everyone to listen to him talk about his hyperfixations through any means necessary.