Villagers that receive reprises are given additional chapters to further demonstrate their many, many quirks.
Krulla Chief: When you need the time, you make the time.
CinnamonCombat & tky2626: Thanks!
TheGolurker: I'm sure no amount of hot springs could heal the amount of psychological damage the mayor has.
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Word Count: 242 words.
Req .36: Punchy's Sonata ~Reprise~
"Mrmpht! Over here! No no, mrmpht! Here!"
"Is this alright Punchy?"
The mayor looks up with dreary eyes at the debacle unfolding before him. Isabelle is in midst of dealing with Punchy's antics, her hands full with appeasing his surprisingly-specific requests.
"Huh? Wha? No way! How is the light supposed to shine through my bedroom window from there? Mrmpht, it needs to be closer, it's the only way I can get rid of my turnover cravings!"
But moreover, it's not that that's gripping the mayor's attention, but rather the overwhelming presence of the monstrous oak tree looming over him. Dead leaves assault his head every other second, and it's that harassment that brings him to really analyze the state of the tree.
"Um, Punchy.. This is as close as it can be to your house without violating regulations.."
It's a hell of a lot bigger than he last remembers, something he's still able to do even after a light hangover. A pause and some reflecting leads him to recalling the day he first met Isabelle, and became the unfortunate mayor of the shittiest town in the isolated farmlands.
"O-Oh, bummer.. Mrmpht, wait! If we can't move the streetlight closer to my house, can we move my house closer to it?"
The mayor takes an ill-advised swig and from it, triggers an unnerving political realization.
'Holy fucking shit I've been the mayor of this town for over a year already.'
Fairy-Tale Streetlight: Approved.