[ the angelcube vanishes. But it really is a few short minutes, before, rather than coming in from the sky... a vine curls up into sight, with Angel Devil sitting on it, pretty as you please, like it's a swing bench.
He's still in his frilly PJs. He's got a very pleased-with-himself smile, as the vine leans him close to the open window... which he leans over into, like propping his elbows up on the sill is the most comfortable spot in the world. ]
Hello, stranger. I seem to be lost somewhere far from home. But then, I happened to see your open window...
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[ the angelcube vanishes.
But it really is a few short minutes, before, rather than coming in from the sky... a vine curls up into sight, with Angel Devil sitting on it, pretty as you please, like it's a swing bench.
He's still in his frilly PJs. He's got a very pleased-with-himself smile, as the vine leans him close to the open window... which he leans over into, like propping his elbows up on the sill is the most comfortable spot in the world. ]
Hello, stranger. I seem to be lost somewhere far from home. But then, I happened to see your open window...