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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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[finalbows]

Ask. You've ever my ear.

[electricflock]

[the cube drifts in circles, like even with the distance of a call it’s too shy to make eye contact]

Do… Did, um.

I have “lust” square on my card. If you want, do—

[pauses. corrects. an invitation, not a concession.]

Can we do that one?

1/2

[finalbows]

_{[ there's a delicately restrained air to angie that lasts right up until ]}

2/2

[finalbows]

Ohhh~, this is that kind of call.

Hmhmhmhmhm. Dare I say no to such opportunity? I'd dearly enjoy to witness the shape of the word, through your eyes...

[electricflock]

Is.

[is that kind of call///// a rustle over the line and the cube pivots to face angie, peeking up through its bangs. muffin's looked up from his pillow.]

I have memories with you and, um. About you. There's... options. Would be fun.

[finalbows]

Iiii want to see a fresh new memory about me.

_{[ his voice is susurrant, delighted - all leftover hints of the hitching melancholia he'd been fighting swept off. the table's been cleared. ]}

[electricflock]

[that tone sets his hackles bristling, but only in the best way. fight or flight or]




How... new?

[finalbows]

_{[ the little angelcube does its level best to embody the nefarious sparkle in his eyes ]}

One tells a story from chapter one, do they not? Or... maybe it would be fun to see something later, in media res, and make my own guesses...

Surely you'll detail whatever you've found particularly inspiring?

[electricflock]

Chapter one?

[what's chapter one? the first indecent thought he had about angel devil? which one was that??]

Have had um, lots of inspiration. At least.

[finalbows]

Chapter one! Or... if one has a struggle to find a beginning to the story... that tells tales, too ♡.

[electricflock]

Is not much um, prologue. Wouldn’t— think— too much before started dating.

[sssssssssmushing his face into the pillow again]

But will have something.

[finalbows]

Hee, hee...
I know I'll like it.

Wanna do the sharing in my room?

[electricflock]

[peeps]

[yes please]

[finalbows]

Come to Rose once our hour's up. I'll be there to let you in.

[electricflock]

Will be there.

[HE’LL JUST VIBRATE FOR THE NEXT TWENTY MINUTES]

[spongebob narrator voice] TWENTY MINITES LATER

[finalbows]

<sub>[ muffin may not actually get the chance to knock on Rose's door today, because it will fall open from a "mysterious" force right before he has a chance to.

If he went right for Quetzal's window tho give him a minute to hear it and walk back-- ]</sub>

[electricflock]

[fortunately muffin interpreted “be there to let you in” as “come to the door.”

muffin’s in the same Bluebell sweater and Daffodil leggings he was wearing earlier, but his hair is damp now and he smells freshly lemony-minty

FLUTTERS AT THE DOOR]

Hi!?

[finalbows]

_{[ familiar soft hands cover Muffin's eyes.]}

Hi, stranger.

[electricflock]

[jumps, then laughs and touches his hands]

Hello yourself!

[finalbows]

_{[ presses a lil kiss to the crown of his head, and stops covering Muffin's eyes so he can hold his hands, instead. This is very much a Good Mood angie. ]}

I hear tell you've brought me a present.

[electricflock]

[purr purr PURR, tipping his head back to try and get another kiss]

Brought you two. Brought extra.

[finalbows]

_{[ he gets it, just for that. ]}

Then I doubly can't bear to wait another minute. Come on~.

_{[ he's quickly whirled the two of them away into his room. It's not much different-- another new notebook, more winter clothes visible in the dark of his closet. Little ornate boxes to keep trinkets safe. ]}

[electricflock]

[looks around happily anyways, sniffing at the lingering scent of make-ups and perfumes. he likes that it smells like quetzal here.]

Your room is still nice.

[finalbows]

It has room for... innovation~. But I'm quite comfortable here and no one's getting in anytime soon... lest they're su~pposed~ to.

_{[ bounces on his fancy bed as he sits down on it ]}

[electricflock]

[sits and sidles up next to him, Iiii~i'm supposed to be here~]

Privacy is very handsome furnishing.