[ when you open your eyes... you're in an underground obstacle course, with a somewhat Queen of Hearts aesthetic. propped up against one of the hedges is a rose-patterned couch. the kitten — hair slightly longer than you remember, baby fat fading but not completely gone from his cheeks — lounges on it, tossing and catching an apple in one hand, upper arm still cuffed with that annoying red band. ]
— Rosebell? Hello?
[ he spares you a glance, then goes back to staring absently at the ceiling ]
Did all that floating finally get to your head?
[ you're floating, naturally. you have all your powers; why wouldn't you? your crook rests against a hedge beside you. all these years, and you haven't changed at all. you're even wearing the same outfit. ]
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Date: 2023-09-05 07:31 pm (UTC)— Rosebell? Hello?
[ he spares you a glance, then goes back to staring absently at the ceiling ]
Did all that floating finally get to your head?
[ you're floating, naturally. you have all your powers; why wouldn't you? your crook rests against a hedge beside you. all these years, and you haven't changed at all. you're even wearing the same outfit. ]