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ChanceCoeur 
Farah was currently running. Yes. Running. She had HATED running last year when they were forced to run... However, she'd gotten used to it and it actually made her feel pretty good. Not to mention it was a great way to burn off some pent up energy and clear her head. She needed all of that she could get.
So right now, she was in her jogging gear, with her hood up, lost in her thoughts as she made her way down the grounds to the stone bridge. The only thing that pulled her from her thoughts were when her eyes caught sight of something pink and... odd looking. Cute.. but odd.
Farah slowed her jogging and walked up to them, still catching her breath from the jog. "What is that?? It's not a pgymy puff." She'd never seen anything like it. "Can I pet it?" She asked smiling at the little pink ball of cute.
Patrick looked up from the ground noticing Farah had stopped her run. He kept petting the little fluff ball in his hands.
"I honestly have no idea what exactly it is." He looked up at her and then back at the floof.
"I mean I don't see why you can't. he's not mine. little fluffer just came up to me here." he looked down at the fluffy ball and wondered just where it came from. He was worried about its safety, what if no one saw it and stepped on it he would feel terrible. He lifted his hand up a bit to make it easier for Farah to pet the animal.