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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]

_{[ stops to dab the blood off of the edge of the fountain with a kerchief ]}

[catposting]

[ sits up, wincing as he does. his head is spinning SO BAD ]

... Thanks. For the healing.




And for staying.

1/2

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...

_{[ slow sigh ]}

2/2

[finalbows]

Stop trying to hop up when you're clearly not in a state for it.

[catposting]

[ a ragged half-laugh ]

What, and lay here waiting for someone to trip over me? If it's all the same to you, I'd really rather not have to explain to some bypasser why I'm sprawled pathetically on the grass.

[finalbows]

Idiot. This is why everyone knows you're only pretending at being a docile cat. Beholden to no one but a little serpent, and you can't even imagine laying back to watch the sky for the sake of being alive?

[catposting]

...

It's nice, isn't it? Being alive.

[finalbows]

...I'm significantly fond of the practice.

_{[ and yet. ]}

[catposting]

You've changed, you know.

[finalbows]

The word's "adapted," I believe! And so have you.

...

Before, we were both ready to be told to start fighting for our lives at the drop of a hat against the others, right? Ah. How nostalgic.

[catposting]

I know, right? Seems like a lifetime ago. [ ... ] I guess it was, if we're counting pasture death as true death.

[ he leans back on his hands, sighing ]

Do you want it to mean something? The memories of us, from back then. Before we adapted. It can. But it doesn't have to.

1/2

[finalbows]

<sub>[ the heavy weight of not-mentioning-it he'd left in the air? this was a test.

and it's a rare day, when Angel Devil poses one of his quiet little tests and someone passes.


it's a rare day. ]</sub>

2/2

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They're YOUR memories. I don't decide what you do with them.

...
You know what I think?

I really should have just given in and tried to light you on fire. You had far too much energy to spare. Would have worked a little of it off.

[catposting]

[ he resists the urge to laugh this time, but his lips still quirk ]

Why didn't you?

[finalbows]

Because if I started, I did not trust I was going to stop.

[catposting]

And would that have upset you? Not being able to stop?

[finalbows]

Remember how you and I are only still sitting here at all because I was chased to the beginning of time by my replacement model...?

[catposting]

[ he huffs ]

For the record, I wouldn't have minded if you had tried to light me on fire, especially in retaliation. But I'm glad you didn't.

And I'm sorry.

1/?

[finalbows]

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3/?

[finalbows]

_{[ when he says it like that, it feels more like he's saying the word "goodbye." ]}

4/?

[finalbows]

_{[ slow, deep inhale ]}

5/5

[finalbows]

<sub>[ snaps his fingers.


Fifi is now on fire. ]</sub>

1/2

[catposting]

[ YELPS AND DISAPPEARS INTO HIS OWN SHADOW. BRB ]

this icon but not bleeding

[catposting]

[ he's gone for ten seconds at most. when he reappears, he's still on fire, clothes already burnt to a crisp -- though he's keeping a defensive Shinsu layer next to his skin, he's not stupid. even with his head feeling like it's splitting apart, he could easily summon a stormcloud; or even better, just teleport himself into the ocean.


he doesn't. ]