[ 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. ]
[his gaze flicks to the sphere, free hand going poke his brow like he's checking his reflection.
and imagines, briefly, a second body on the bed and a voice whispering in his ear. or would it be in his mind...? the thought keeps him enough that he startles when he realizes quetzal's watching him.]
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I would have been... murmuring plenty of things, to you, you know. I wonder what might have come to mind...?
Maybe something about that crease in the middle of your brow... that keeps coming back, right when you move-- like-- that...?
[ he's gazing openly at real muffin's face. ]
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and imagines, briefly, a second body on the bed and a voice whispering in his ear. or would it be in his mind...? the thought keeps him enough that he startles when he realizes quetzal's watching him.]
Would, um, have been better with you.