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[electricflock]

Could… go stargazing again sometime and find out. Could have another picnic.

[muffin chirps a small string of noises to himself, like he’s picking over his words too. his voice is soft and quiet, but close— he’s curled up around the angelcube in the dark]

The younger yous… were still you. Acted different parts of you and talked about things I didn’t know… but were still you. Wanted to be kind to them.

[finalbows]

I di~id promise your shepherd that I'd bring Daffodil "lots of good food." He didn't necessarily specify which Daffodil.

<sub>[ maybe he can bribe pondie into making sunflower-crust fish.... he's been shifting around as he thinks. He finds himself with his head laying beside his pillow, peeking up at the cube nested atop it.

his last past self had called the situation humiliating. and he can't deny that in full. but...

muffled: ]</sub> It was. Very nice. Like some kind of fairy story. Every now and then... Who hasn't imagined what it would be like if they woke up somewhere new, with all their troubles off on another planet?

[electricflock]

[pips a sound of not-very-surprised surprise. he didn't know they talked, but that tracks. that's a demand tart would make after that ritual.]

Am... glad. I know I said it a lot, but um, did want them to be happy while they were here.

Was fun playing when I was a chick, too.

[finalbows]

You were precious. And very difficult to bore.

[electricflock]

Carrying and swinging him around is not good way to bore a chick.

[finalbows]

Ahh. I still don't quite get kids, and now I've really seen plenty. Repetitive action makes me gag.

[electricflock]

Didn’t your flock make the bouncy castles?

[finalbows]

I'm going to share another dark secret with you, Muffin.


Personally I have no idea at this point how the bouncy castles happened.

[electricflock]

Forbidden bouncy castle lore…

[finalbows]

Now you know.

[electricflock]

[chitters]

Will haunt me forever.

[finalbows]

_{[ ...
petpets the top of the muffincube's head, with just his pointer finger. ]}

The lighthouse was an accident, too. But I think I'd call that serendipity.

[electricflock]

I didn't know that either! Is serendipitous. Is my favorite building.

[finalbows]

_{[ wryly, ]}

The wisdom of age also informs me the unexposed interior is more suitable to clandestine liaisons.

[electricflock]

[THE CUBE POOFS UP]

That’s not— Someone lives there??

[finalbows]

<sub>[ ^titter,titter

sorry muffin. he lives for monocle pops ]</sub>

[electricflock]

[fsst fsst fsst!]

Was going to ask you to come over, but now how's that going to sound!

[finalbows]

Heh, heh, heh. It'll sound like how it sounds like, dear.

...but I can promise to play sweet and innocent.

[electricflock]

[muffin’s voice is suddenly EXTREMELY MUFFLED. possibly because he’s smushed his entire face into a pillow the way his cube is doing]

You don’t have to.


[…then, less muffled]

…but do want you to come over. I want to see you.

[finalbows]

<sub>[ sits up. pulls the little cube, pillow and all, into his lap. stares down at it. that cute smushed face...

he really wants to see the real thing. ]</sub>

...Okay. A few short minutes, and I'm there.

[electricflock]

[chirrups]

Will have my window open.

[finalbows]

Perfect~.

<sub>[ 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. ]</sub>

Hello, stranger. I seem to be lost somewhere far from home. But then, I happened to see your open window...

[electricflock]

[muffin is up and waiting with the lights on instead of curled up in the dark by then

he whistles in surprise and bounds over to the window, laughing]

Poor wanderer! Do you want to come in out of the cold?

[finalbows]

Might I? I have taken rather a chill, straying across the dark face of the earth...

_{[ swing one leg in across the threshold, pull in the other-- but before he lets the vine slip away into the night after depositing him, he slides a hand across it as it goes-- plucking a red bloom. ]}

But I haven't much to offer for your kindness but this, I fear.

_{[ he holds out the rose. ]}

[electricflock]

[reaches out to accept it with a small bow, offering a hand to Angel Devil too to help him down from the windowsill]

I'm honored to accept such a beautiful token.

[he doesn't have the same flare for the dramatic, but he's trying!]