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[ Angel Devil. ]
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[ if you're visiting the rose barn,
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[electricflock]

[muffin's cube runs into one of the pillars. thunk.]

Is pretty. But is um, still bad luck for reasons.

[finalbows]

_{[ sometimes bad can be good, he resists saying, because he did in fact very successfully reclaim his normal capacity to hold back during that ritual. instead. he helpfully sits up, one arm still holding a pillow to his chest, to gently pat that cube's #'d head. there there, buddy... (heheheheheheheheheheheh.) ]}

So~? What's the good advice, when that pale moon is bright, and round...?
Close your curtains, shut your eyes, and be very, very still and quiet, so the wickedness about won't get you...~?

[electricflock]

[the cube makes a flustered peeping sound— muffin is peeping]

Is more like... try to be still and quiet, because you have the wickedness. Is a lot harder to ignore instincts during full moons.

[finalbows]

Oh. _{[ the sultriness is gone, for a more serious tone. ]} What that must be like...

_{[ to a control freak with a recent werewolf stint, it doesn't sound pleasant. ]}

[electricflock]

Everyone reacts differently, but um... Maybe closest comparison would be earlier. Some people get scared more easily, some people get angrier faster, some people get clingy and possessive. People act more on feeling.

[finalbows]

A communal invitation to be more reactive on the same night... Indeed, that would spell ill luck for everyone. Just one bad actor in the wrong place...

_{[ exactly the kind of thing he would have schemed around and seized upon, in a past life. ]}

Considering all that... you, ah. Handled yesterday...

Very...
Well.

[electricflock]

Twenty-five years is a lot of full moons. Lots of practice.

[finalbows]

_{[ circlin' a little note in his mind that muffin's got that singular year on him. ]}

Well, yes. The rest of us understudies? Not so much.

[electricflock]

Oh, yeah. Were some things yesterday that wouldn't have been out of place at full moon. Like um, Azdaja charging or when Crois had to get me out of a tree.

[or. y’know.]

[finalbows]

_{[ y'know. ]}

What IS the good etiquette, after a night like that? Fruit baskets and apology flowers? Tomorrow, half the pasture's bound to be slinking around with their tails held low, after all... perhaps they could use the advice of an expert.

_{[ ,
except for the little fact that he is experiencing the exact polar opposite of remorse, right now, concerning present company. ]}

[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!