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[electricflock]

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[finalbows]

Oh, good. Still working on keeping track, with these unfamiliar moons.

<sub>[ it's a silly excuse, ultimately, but he just wants something to fill the air and say that he's here.

...
shifting blankets noise, as he turns over restlessly. ]</sub>

...I supposed I lack much exciting to say. I remember saying so many things to you I'm practically dizzy. Actually, I'm... really...

_{[ do they make 'sorry for acting extremely deranged/kinda sorta propositioning you at the top of a lighthouse' cards, because at this point there's been occasion for one TWICE]}

...

It really did look like a dragon with moogle wings.

[electricflock]

[the muffin cube drifts down to land on angie's pillow]

You got in a literal lifetime worth of things with all the ages you went through... Um.

Guess could use dragon to help tell time.

[finalbows]

That's true. _{[ to multiple things. ]} ...wouldn't it be terrifying if the stasis of this planet even kept the stars from being seen to turn? Too bad no one was thinking of keeping track when we first got here. But... late's...

Still better than never.

...
You really are... the most trustworthy person I've ever been close to like this. You always surprise me. Every time.

_{[ his tone's fond, but a little airy. creeping around the edges as he finds the right words to untangle himself. for someone so concerned with image, it really feels... like he'd been cracked down the middle to show both halves. ]}

[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...