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[finalbows]

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[ Angel Devil. ]
[  chatcube, or action. ]
[ if you're visiting the rose barn,
look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]

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[electricflock]

Do you want to know?

[finalbows]

To candle the egg, or not...

I'm... still not sure yet. Even now. As long as I don't, I don't have to deal with knowing the answer...

...but that means I can't stop thinking about what it could be.

[electricflock]

[nods...]

I think is... okay if you're not sure. Knowing or not, neither's wrong.

[finalbows]

[ just. slowly flop-collapses onto his back, laying along the slope of the roof. looks up at muffin, taking him in from this different, odd angle. ]

Never have I ever... met someone willing to extend me so much grace.
Never have I ever... been so scared, of the power my words might carry over someone else.

[electricflock]

[the first bubble drifts by...

the second pops. the memory is a vision of Quetzal himself, laying on his back on the rooftop.]

Goes both ways.

1/2

[finalbows]

[ thinks: if he was a bird right now, he would have gently coo'd and sideways-shuffled closer and that would be that. he is not a bird right now. but this is a situation that arguably the bird communication would have been way easier than using his complicated mouth wor-- ]

2/2

[finalbows]

[ oh he can
he can literally just use telepathy to do that. ]



[ tentatively, he repeats what he remembers Angel Dove's cooing to sound like right in Muffin's head. hopes it's just as mellow and sweet and "despite everything we're right here" as he can manage. ]

[electricflock]

[muffin goes alert, like he wasn't sure what he heard— no, that wasn't some errant dove.

then he's the one sideways-shuffling closer, hopefully scooting up against quetzal's side]

...Ohr-ohr?

[does he still remember what that call means?]

1/2

[finalbows]

[ are we ready for the possessive "wide tail loop around the entirety of the muffin" move in response

"Coo-OO, oo." ]

2/2

[finalbows]

On the topic of nests.

[ opens his eyes ]

Now is a good time to tell you that due to a difficult to explain chain of circumstances typical to life in the pasture, I have an actual dragon egg stowed in my room we should candle.

[electricflock]

Um.



Okay.

We're nesting?

[finalbows]

[ strained voice ]

I.
Guess we are. Though who knows if it's some cruel joke of the universe, making me think silver dragons don't have to be extinct, then inevitably letting me down later.

[electricflock]

[quickly,]

Won't be joke.

[finalbows]

[ he's going to be SUCH a hard sell to the family isn't he ]

Do you think... your little nieces... would enjoy playing with a dragonling, at least?

[electricflock]

[hi mrs. kit's mom i brought you flowers and also a grandbaby]

Think um. Think they would really enjoy that, yeah. Would be like big sisters.

[finalbows]

Wonderful.

All that said. I think I want a nap. Emotionally. Physically I'm profoundly awake.

[electricflock]

[cozies up next to angie and rests his head on his shoulder, clucking softly a little broody-sounding. we can cuddle even if we're too awake.]

Nobody allowed to drop bombshells for next twenty minutes.

[finalbows]

[ STRETCHES OUT, curls in on him ]

I have finally, completely run out!

[ he probably hasn't run out but fuck it, emotionally, he's run out TODAY ]

[electricflock]

[kisses his chin]

No secrets or revelations. No Never Have I Evers. I'm going to cuddle and you can think about which play to read me from your new library first.

[finalbows]

Oh, but there are SO MANY choices...

[ he's on the case. ]

[electricflock]

Have to pick one.

[leans on his shoulder and eventually starts to purr quietly, content to doze and watch him think]

[finalbows]

[ indefinite, fragmented murmuring ensues about the works of lord Avon, or if he should orbit AROUND the works of lord Avon showing the innovations he inspired to highlight the depths of his influence, or if he should zag hard and pull out some of the Ipsen travelogs, or what about the easiest of easy reading, the modern Lindblum gil dreadfuls? Base as they are, they reflect a primal distillation of popular archetypes, and maybe they'd be a tempting "in" to the world of glittering, golden, Gaian high concept theatre... or would it be fun to start with the densest, most referential political comedy he could find, and slowly spin out all the context, then revisit that and enjoy watching Muffin click all the pieces together...? What about starting with something that reminds him of the pasture? What about starting with something with a gryphon, in the plot, or demons, to contrast the idea he had of them before here, or, or. _{(ohr ohr.)} ]

day 87 post- lazy river

[failsaver]

[ i dunno how that thread is gonna go or if Angie flounced or what. this could be directly after that or they could cross paths a couple hours later who knows ]

— One more thing, milord.

Re: day 87 post- lazy river

[finalbows]

[ holding a pumpkin that he is carrying back from the greenhouse for some reason. while floating, naturally ]

Yyyyyyyessss?

[electricflock]

[ohr ohr ;=;

softly, not to interrupt, but adding]

Have play I want you to hear too. Is my favorite.