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_{[ there's a little jump in quetzal's body, like he'd been so wrapped in the show he'd forgotten reality entirely. he's still got that increased, unspoken renewed edge about touch that started a few days ago, but before muffin can potentially un-hold that hand he--

angel devil doesn't want to move and have to move his eyes and have to stop taking the pretty pretty picture of his pretty bird in, so he doesn't something else, instead, and a thornless vine abruptly swings from the curtains of fabric around his bed, and loops three times to tie their hands together.]}