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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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[debug_mode]

[she just stares for a moment.]

You want me to betray the most private overheard details of Clover's Shepherd's relationship with Sonata. Clover's Shepherd, who threatens to murder me, and Sonata, my dear friend. ...For two apples. Not even two apples a day, but two individual apples, received once.

I don't think you said what I think I heard you say, Angel Devil. Because if that's what you said and what you want, then you jumped the bargaining scale from "insultingly lopsided in your favor," to "actively repugnant."

[finalbows]

You're so dramatic. I'm asking you to tell me if he gets along with them.

[debug_mode]

Oh, wait. You mean Fifi? There's several 'cats' in Clover, you should know.

Still, can't you ask him yourself?

[finalbows]

And here I was thinking it would be valuable to bolster my viewpoint of a situation with the opinions of others, for once...

[debug_mode]

Aren't you friends?

I can't give you any opinion because I haven't seen it.

Fair enough?

[finalbows]

_{[ 'haven't seen him interacting with them' is some information, in and of itself. he sighs. ]}

Fine, fine. You'll have your apples. Swing by, I'll wait in the tree. Might as well take in some of the crisp air before it gets too sharpish.

[debug_mode]

All right.

[finalbows]

_{[ waiting, sitting up on a sturdy branch, making a green and a red apple dance around in a slow circle together in the air by lazily waving a fingertip. ]}

[debug_mode]

[She comes into view... no basket :( ]

Oh, can't even let me inside, huh?

[sighs...]

[finalbows]

Solid information gets an invite in. Juicy details gets a seat on our nice chaise.

Where are you cooking this, anyway?

_{[ floats the apples down to her... or rather, they come down to float by her, one appointed to hover by each shoulder. hey, neat, they're following her like MMO vanity pets. ]}

[debug_mode]

It's going to Daisy.

[she'll just take one in each hand, to be sure.]

And, I'm not a two-faced information broker. No more answers about Clover, or even that there's a lack of answers.

[finalbows]

Aw, principles. It's cute watching them sprout and grow.

...Careful you act too closely with a flock, of course, lest you plan on joining our ranks. I hear it's catching.

[debug_mode]

Nope.

[confidently! And she'll take the opportunity to leave, as the transaction is complete.]

🎀

[finalbows]

<sub>Once a tatterdemalion, always a tatterdemalion...

[calls after, ]</sub>
Give my regards to Miss Daisy.

_{[ / fin ]}