Pippo's Pleasant Pass-Away

[lawnmowerman 3040]

 

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5oJw0uYp5_o

 

Pippo sat idly in the Buldge Estate of Gimblewood, taking in a heavy puff off his finely curved oak pipe, the smell of pipeweed fiddling with the wee halfling's nostrils, as they flared tensely. He stuck the pipe between his yellow and unhygienic teeth, blinking softly, as the tears started to tumble down his chubby cheeks, as he mumbled softly to himself with his cheery tone now turned dull and hoarse "Where yeh be, Merla? An' Arty..." he'd shake his head softly, raising from the edge of his small bed, trudging into the living room, grabbing his ol' adventuring spade in the process, as he'd run a finger on it's curve. He plopped himself sluggishly onto the couch, using the right sleeve of his raggedy jacket to wipe his cheeks, as he took a deep breath, letting out a good amount of smoke stream through his nostrils. His mind flickered to the day he spoke to Posco for the last time, having knocked out the teeth of his older brother. Pippo shaked his head, gritting his teeth in the process as he'd say "Posco, ah love yeh... ya'pudgy preck..."  

 

After a brief moment of sobbing and lightly puffing on the last pipeweed he'd ever smoke, he raised from the couch lazily, his back aching, as he grasped tightly against the shovel, now using it as a cane. He wandered around the estate, looking at all the artifacts him and his brother had collected, nodding proudly to himself. He murmured faintly under his breath "Yer a bloodeh buffoon, Fumble....".   The pace of the halfling was sloppy and loud, as he pushed the door open with his shovel, brushing a hand through his thick blonde hair, glancing around Gimblewood, before setting himself down on a bench in his garden, next to a pumpkin, as he'd place his pipe onto it's head as it bobbed a bit around. He inhaled sharply, before exhaling, shutting his light blue orbs, resting his hands connected together in his lap, as he drifted into his last slumber, dwelling there... forever.

[Heff 2460]

Fumble sighs, " 'e was too strung up for his own good, i's better this way! This way 'e won' bus' his brain over every lil thing!" Nevertheless Fumble hopes the Harvest Spirit protects him. He sadly posts an eviction notice on the door, as none of the Buldge family remained, except Posco... maybe he'd claim the house. Grumbling he wishes Merla would come back and even Pippo, and the rest of the Buldge family. Most of them he could put up with. His mind also trails to the other Summer Halflings, as he began to refer to them, who had come in the great months of Harvest Summer and disappeared in the deep winter hibernation. The Buldges, Kob and Pip, Faridoc, Erin, Hannah, and their brothers, as well as his old friends Rich, Garmel, Milo, Rupert, Rufus, and Petrus. Everyone seemed to be missing, travelling, or dead. Maybe they'd all return during The Joyful Cold...

[Iosif 72]

Thimble was the one to find him, Pippo's body lay peacefully in the garden. Breathing in; the air smelled just as it always did. Crisp, cold, grassy and familiar. He sighed as he sat down next to his old friend, tracing the outline of the pipe that laid on the ground. After a few minutes he stood, though knelt back down to whisper into Pippo's ear.

"Ahh banged yer sis'er."

[Heff 2460]

Fumble giggles next to Mushy,

"Same! No' tha'un though!"

He secretly only kissed her... but nobody would know that!

[greygre 259]

"Who...?" Amell ponders to himself for a moment "...Oh yeah! Aww."

[Proddy 2415]

Posco, wherever he may, hears of his brothers passing, a deep feeling of sadness and tried running over him. "He... 'e may o' been difficult... bu' 'e was meh brotheh..." he'd sigh a pained sigh, moving onward, though changing his course of direction.

"I's... toime teh ge' 'ome." the one-eyed Halfling would nod, trekking onward.

[Muse of Heart 16]

Granny Bramble was out for a walk when she saw poor Pippo's body. She didn't know him well- goodness she couldn't remember if she HAD known him, but she felt sorry for his passing. "Res' in peace deareh."

[Heff 2460]

Fumble silences all talking of banging and relationships once Granny arrives, quickly changing the subject to "I bang- Thim le's go check on the ale storehouse!" He waddles off,nodding to Granny.

[Lita 677]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.