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[electricflock]

Um.

Usually enough to just, touch base. Ask how someone is. Talk like reasonable adults.

[finalbows]

Oh, good. I do think we've got talking like grown-ups sorted. Real pity for the rest of them, though.

[electricflock]

[chitters, wow no mercy huh]

We're okay, yes.

[finalbows]

_{[ this is especially rich coming from angie specifically considering all of the Not Talking About It with certain other parties he's doing, but-- ]}

Good.
...

You know... that other night, by the fountain? The scent of the fireworks was still in the air, and...
_{[ right now, he recalls it too. ]}

[electricflock]

[the bird orb drifts around to face towards angie. up on the roof, muffin’s watching the edge of the roof above the window instead of the stars]

I remember. Was a nice night.

Oh my god I found this notif so late

[finalbows]

...

_{[ rolls to his side. stares at the wall. ]}

I don't mind. If you saw what was in the fountain, that night. I wouldn't mind if it changed your opinions.

If there was anything you ought to know... maybe it's what it was showing about me, that night.

[electricflock]

I saw some of it. I know you were planning something wicked... That lord probably had his life ruined, if he's not dead. Know you killed other people. I... don't know why.

But, um. Was still a nice night. Sitting with you like that— like this, does more for my opinion of you.

[finalbows]

...both those things, yes. I--

<sub>[ it doesn't matter. he said he cared more about other things.

...his tail happily swishes. ]</sub>

I'm...

I'm glad. I'm really, really... really glad.

It was nice. It might have been one of the nicest nights I've ever had.

[electricflock]

[scratchy purring through the cube]

I want to have more nice nights like that with you. Until nights like in memory are so far back in line, are not even thought of.

[finalbows]

_{[ his eyes feel strangely itchy. the air might be dry, in here. terrible for his skin. ]}

Wonder if we could ask Stormy to make us a nice thunderstorm, some night...?

[electricflock]

Seems like kind of thing he might encourage.

[finalbows]

Then it's a date. I'll see about bribing him properly. I've... even made arrangements, now. To improve my little memory problem.

[electricflock]

I still have the letter you gave me. But if there's big thunderstorm, I'll be a much louder reminder!

i love backtagging ☆ 🙂😭

[finalbows]

Hm, hm~. My hero.

🥲🥲🥲

[electricflock]

[laughs!]

For brave act of pulling you into thunderstorm!

[finalbows]

And why not? I like them.

...the first week after I'd left my homeland, when I saw a storm for the first time... it was the moment I first understood that that planet was truly alive. How the tears and rage of the heavens made everything beneath them flow together in cycling concert...

[electricflock]

You got it. A lot of people are still scared of storms after years and years, but I think, um if it's the "rage of the heavens," then is the joy of the heavens too. Is the loudest, brightest celebration of everything coming together.

[finalbows]

...nature's fireworks, huh?

[electricflock]

Exactly!