[ 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. ]
[ the cube's a little more ghostly than usual, if you, say, are used to Quetzal's usual Cube Antics. some missing something, without his natural gift for telepathy to pour into it. but the cube perks up like it's doing something, anyway.
[ "And so much work to do to get there... There's a place Rose made. Has tools I need. But no hands. Might ask flockmate. But the one who goes in most is... risky flockmate. Just need... a good plan." ]
[ ...there is, louder, now shed of his curse, the piece of him that always wonders why. the piece of him that would rush to rebuff a reached-out hand, when offered.
it is a piece he would usually mollify with cynicism: imperious assurance that he understood the base motives that would drive someone to an appearance of 'kindness,' or 'care;' whispers that since he knew the real reason, he could tolerate it, and be all the more in control of its course.
there are steps and steps in the sands of time behind them that put them in this moment. but even in hindsight... the cold patterns he would normally place them as do not, in any way, match. ]
[ ...but right now he doesn't have quite the same cold calculation underpinning his thoughts that is his "birthright" as a Genome, making him want to KEEP looking, keep teasing out the "why" until it is flayed of feeling, for fact. he doesn't feel like it is all just playing pretend, over top of that.
instead, he hears that sound, a call that he knows in his tiny bones, mixed with something else that's all Muffin... and feels. ]
[muffin chuffs, trying to laugh and purr at the same time. he's sitting alone in a backyard in the middle of the night, but he feels as warm as if he were right in quetzal's arms]
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[excluding when they were forced to]
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"Not... often.
I love listening, but... I like my voice to sound a certain way. Singing goes so... wide!" ]
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"...If it's you, I could bear practice." ]
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Can show you some exercises you can do on your own, too.
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"Muffin's Scales Class~?" ]
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"Looking forward to it." ]
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Going to be busy when back to your body.
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"It's going to be... unsightly. Need to feed my body mana... special light... may need to cut.. if some parts do not work." ]
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...Are hurt worse this time, but I can do it if is for you. And you'll be there to tell me what to do. Is your body, but you're here.
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And if someone's being... "risky," then I extra want to help.
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...Meet me, soon... at Rose, in the night?" ]
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[chirps when he remembers it's a cube call]
Okay. When is ready, I'll be ready.
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"...Thank you. You're always... being the one I can trust." ]
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I'm... happy when you trust me.
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it is a piece he would usually mollify with cynicism: imperious assurance that he understood the base motives that would drive someone to an appearance of 'kindness,' or 'care;' whispers that since he knew the real reason, he could tolerate it, and be all the more in control of its course.
there are steps and steps in the sands of time behind them that put them in this moment. but even in hindsight...
the cold patterns he would normally place them as do not, in any way, match. ]
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he doesn't have quite the same cold calculation underpinning his thoughts that is his "birthright" as a Genome, making him want to KEEP looking, keep teasing out the "why" until it is flayed of feeling, for fact. he doesn't feel like it is all just playing pretend, over top of that.
instead, he hears that sound,
a call that he knows in his tiny bones, mixed with something else that's all Muffin... and feels. ]
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...I'm just glad you chose it was worth having." ]
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[muffin chuffs, trying to laugh and purr at the same time. he's sitting alone in a backyard in the middle of the night, but he feels as warm as if he were right in quetzal's arms]
—Quetzal? Can I ask you something?
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dumb emeto/bird regurgitation joke 1/2
2/3 im so fucking sad i lost the first version of this comment when it was 3/4 done
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