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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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[failsaver]

[ time to send out a mass cubec- ]

[finalbows]

_{[ like they'll fucking know, asshole, do it, he's fucking leaving unless you remind him you read his notebook ]}

[failsaver]

[ at the top of his voice, right outside Coco's... shed? house? whatever the fuck this is, ]

"Angel Devil, regardless of what you say, you still seem like a nice guy to me!"

"Angel Devil! Another way! I promise!"

"Angel Devil, you make things around here a lot more interesting! I'd like to hang out with you some more!"

"Angel Devil, if anyone tries to steal you away... I'll always, always take you back! That's my dream!"

I'm sure those guys will be worried to hear that you're moping alone, new friend! But if that's what you want...

[finalbows]

<sub>[ GRABS HIM

PUTS AN INVISIBLE HAND OVER HIS MOUTH ]</sub>

[failsaver]

[ struggles happily in front of Coco's salad ]

[finalbows]

I am going to carve out your tongue.

[failsaver]

Mmmngh mmm mmmmmm!!!

[catposting]

[ it's at this point during his pleasant sheepnap that he starts picturing the most bizarre dream scene of Angel Devil cuddling the tumbleweed. what ]

[finalbows]

[ wow how deranged is your subconscious blood fiend]

[catposting]

[ wasn't the kid literally on top of you earlier? ]

[finalbows]

[ that wasn't on a cuddling basis. that was as a Lilliputian standing victorious upon morbidly depressed Gulliver. ]

[catposting]

[ look, that brat reading out his (semi) private message out loud TWICE stirred something in his subconscious at the far edges of the pasture.

how dare this blathering child lay hands on HIS monkey ]

[finalbows]

[ ....yeah man you're right actually how dare he ]

[secondbornsun]

[ (skateboardbroomflying driveby either going to coco's house or going to the forest idk which one)

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[finalbows]

_{[ shut the fuck up tart there's nothing here!!! There's nothing here but a mysteriously floating Weed!!! ]}

[secondbornsun]

[ a mysteriously floating weed that's yelling about a certain rose.

speaking of does the mysteriously floating weed smell like a certain rose, slash did a certain rose not hide the scent of himself/his magic while hiding his visible self ]

[finalbows]

_{[... yes to both angie doesn't know SHIT about hiding scent, he has never given a shit about being stealthy with the fact of his presence in his life before living in this stupid sheep pasture ]}

[secondbornsun]

[ do you get the feeling he's looking right at you angie ]

[finalbows]

<sub>[

yes , ]</sub>

[failsaver]

[ oh. it's the scariest man on the pasture according to Your Name. the one she told him to avoid.



waves!!! ]

[finalbows]

_{[ hisses in his ear because he has no telepathy rn, ]
Don't wave at him!!!}

[failsaver]

[ ,,,,,

salutes him instead ]

1/2

[secondbornsun]

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[secondbornsun]

[

flies away wordlessly ]

[finalbows]

_{[ detectably relaxes ]}