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[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!

[finalbows]

And why not? I like them.

...the first week after I'd left my homeland, when I saw a storm for the first time... it was the moment I first understood that that planet was truly alive. How the tears and rage of the heavens made everything beneath them flow together in cycling concert...

[electricflock]

You got it. A lot of people are still scared of storms after years and years, but I think, um if it's the "rage of the heavens," then is the joy of the heavens too. Is the loudest, brightest celebration of everything coming together.

[finalbows]

...nature's fireworks, huh?

[electricflock]

Exactly!