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[this is what muffin wanted. the cube call was nice, they always are, but it soothes something to see, hear, and touch Angel Devil face-to-face and know he's back]

Is nothing. Naturally I couldn't leave such a flower outside alone.

_{[ he has full permission to not just play sweet and innocent, so Muffin very shortly gets to see, hear, and touch, up close, as Angie leans in and murmurs--]}

And what does he do with his salvaged flowers, I wonder?

_{[ a delicate hand splays flat against Muffin's chest, applying pressure just short of a squeeze. ]} Press them? Pluck them?

_{[ turns coyly away~~☆ ]}

Hang them out to dry~?

[chitters, trying too hard to think of his lines to be TOO embarrassed.

but still enough to blush when he leans up and tucks the rose behind angie's ear]

He admires them.

...that, indeed, shall satisfy.

_{[ ...he touches the rose gently, so as not to disturb it as he checks it's secure. ]}

This token's supposed to be for you, you know. ...I guess that means this wanderer's not going anywhere, anytime soon.

_{[ aka: he's gonna daintily sit down on the edge of the bed. ]}

I guess so.

[comes over to sit next to angie, giving him a couple inches space between them]

And I have a few tokens already, don't I?

[like a magpie's nest, Muffin's room is full of treasures, but there's a few familiar items in among the clutter. red feathers, the fulgurite, a telegram, some bright red leaves, a dried flower crown...]

...You really kept all that.

_{[ even the leaves. Geeze. ]}

Usually, I'd give an apple of my eye things of a slightly more... illustrious, nature. But you will have to pardon a wanderer. My ill-won mortal riches are far and away from here. And.

...It looks like they met their right audience, anyway.

_{[ he feels in contrast. he's happy, and comfortable. but there's something very electric and awake to being here. he can feel the ebb and flow of every inch of space between them. ]}

Are my riches now.

[chirps a confident trill like a mockingbird on the best feeder, but then he quiets, clucking to himself in a thoughtful way. deliberating something. he half-glances behind them, fidgeting by looking for the invisible curve of a tail over the unmade sheets]

Um... Angel Devil, can I tell you something?

_{[ there's the secret tail chilling out on the bedspread!! He spotted it!!]}

Mm? Of course. It'd be a bit uneven of me to say no after all you've heard of me, wouldn't it?

Edited 2023-09-27 01:31 (UTC)

Is... not something I like to talk about a lot, since um, I still don't remember last couple years. And am not saying it now because anything needs to change— Am not. I'm saying it because I don't want you to find out from someone else.

[sets his hand down where he can ""accidentally"" hook his pinky over angie's tail]

I'm... married at home?

_{[ oh. there's someone else. ]}

_{[ oh. he's the someone else. ]}

_{[ oh. there's a Someone who's not here, who Muffin's quite likely going to be slowly reclaiming more and more pieces of, over time. ]}

_{[
Would be cheating if question was "What do you think I need to know?," wouldn't it?

fuckin dipshit amateur genome not asking the same question back]}

Edited 2023-09-27 02:21 (UTC)

_{[ let's not be rash, here. he might not have known then. that was less than a week ago, but in pasture time, that was nearly a week ago. Daffodil have won memory coins since then. ]}

_{[ his past self was right. he'd be better at living here. he didn't have hangups about being the other man. he'd take it as an invitation to be the best damned new shiny anyone ever saw in their life. ]}

_{[ ...is setting out like it's a competition and it's fine because he knows he can win anything he really TRIES at reaallllly not having hangups, though, when he thinks about it....? ]}

_{[ if he'd just said "there's someone, but that doesn't change us," maybe he would be able to purr an Okay. or a So? and lean over toward him and then this would all be fine and over and really marriage doesn't matter that much, it's just some particular distant symbol that people do that he's innately removed from and would drive wedges into sometimes for fun or profit,]}

_{[ to this moment Angie had been fixed still as a doll, down to his limp, fluffy tail. ]}

When...

_{[ he stops. Nope, reel it in, try again. ]}

_{[ "I don't mind playing against a loaded deck." How abput that one? That was your own line. Say it again, buddy! Really feel the meaning of those words! ]}

_{[ the stillness lessens. he leans subtly closer. ]}

Is that all you've recalled?

Edited 2023-09-27 02:53 (UTC)

[fuckin' JUMPS when angie finally speaks

did muffin breath for those 12 comments HE'S NOT SURE]

Is— no? Is, um...!

Edited 2023-09-27 03:05 (UTC)

I... haven't recalled that. Don't remember wedding or proposal.

Only know I would have asked him by now.

_{[ he wants to curl his tail out of the way and just take a swoon back onto the bedspread so he can stare at some uninteresting speck of Above and nothing else, but-- there's a grip on his tail. there's an anchoring little pinkie holding it, and as long as that's there then it's one more moving part to consider. that's one more way action has to speak.

when he speaks aloud, it's with a sideling glance at Muffin's face. ]}

Well. It is rather difficult for one to be held to vows they haven't even made, in their memory. If they're the sort of vows of which I'm familiar.

...
But...
_{[ more softly, ]}
You do remember him.
_{[ And he WILL remember more.]}

Only forgot last five years. Have... [been dating? loved?]

...known each other for lot longer than that.

[muffin sneaks a sideways look up through his bangs— gaze flicking away when he meets angel's devil's eyes— ...then drifting back to look at him again. that pinkie's not moving.]

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