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From:

electricflock

Forbidden bouncy castle lore…

From:

finalbows

Now you know.

From:

electricflock

[chitters]

Will haunt me forever.

From:

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.

From:

electricflock

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

From:

finalbows

_{[ wryly, ]}

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

From:

electricflock

[THE CUBE POOFS UP]

That’s not— Someone lives there??

From:

finalbows

_{[ ^titter,_titter

sorry muffin. he lives for monocle pops ]}

From:

electricflock

[fsst fsst fsst!]

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

From:

finalbows

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

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

From:

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.

From:

finalbows

_{[ 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. ]}

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

From:

electricflock

[chirrups]

Will have my window open.

From:

finalbows

Perfect~.

_{[ 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...

From:

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?

From:

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. ]}

From:

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!]

From:

finalbows

_{[ one hand gently presses the bloom into his palm. the other he takes gladly. no gloves, in his pajamas; Angel Devil, Modern Version, has the softest hands of any of himself, with those lovingly-tended painted claw nails. ]}

^{Hmhmhmhmhmhm.} Ahhh. I never thought I'd be doing this sort of thing, again... You're quite sweet, to humor me, o stranger.

From:

electricflock

[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.

From:

finalbows

_{[ 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~?

From:

electricflock

[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.

From:

finalbows

...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. ]}

From:

electricflock

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...]

From:

finalbows

...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. ]}

From:

electricflock

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?