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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]

It better be. We're up there enough. I don't like letting it get untidy. You'd be amazed at what you can do with just a few strong gales and water, well applied...

_{[ plus, it's something he can cheat at doing with magic instead of doing by hand. angie always jumps at the chance of that. really cuts down on the likelihood of pointed comments about chores to ignore. ]}

[electricflock]

[a light thump overhead. muffin's sat down.]

Might have cleanest roof in pasture if you're doing that. Ours just gets rained on.

[finalbows]

Hardly reliable! _{[ titter, titter. ]} It's only been how many days, since we even found out it COULD...?

[electricflock]

One week! Ish! Is not enough rain.

[finalbows]

Why, we could run out of lake, at such a rate!

_{[ never has angelcube looked more innocent & agog ]}

[electricflock]

[laughing,]

We can't run out! Is rain! The lake that's going up is coming back down.

[finalbows]

Hm, hm~. If you say so. The earth and the firmament must not truly be so different, after all.

...

_{[ ...Angel Devil picks up one of his pillows, and hugs it to his chest. His cube counterpart, in fact, squishes itself to Muffin's shoulder. Angie's cube is always very dynamic. His ease with it might have something to do with the fact that he can talk right into people's heads, if he wants. ]}

How are the stars? Are there very many, tonight?

[electricflock]

[muffin’s cube floats above angie’s bed, bobbing cheerfully in aimless loops around the bedposts. up on the roof, the angelcube gets a pat.]

There’s a ton! Is hard to see them sometimes when both moons are lit up, but is all really pretty tonight.

[finalbows]

Sometimes I wonder about their names, too. I've hardly seen any star charts around to offer an answer. What do you think? All named after ungulates, to a one?

[electricflock]

[chitters]

Save a few for predators!

[finalbows]

Heh, heh. Vital as they are. Those twin moons HAVE certainly always made me think of a pair of leering wolf's eyes...

[electricflock]

Well now I'm going to think of that. Full moons are bad luck at home.

[finalbows]

_{[ brightly, ]} Are they! It's different depending on which one's gone full, back on Gaia. The full blue moon is good. But the full red...

Like you said. Bad luck.

...Tell me more about yours~?

_{[ even chaos hadn't managed to kill his love of other worlds. ]}

[electricflock]

Um well, for one thing, we only have one moon. Is a white moon, but sometimes looks orange? Red is only during eclipses.

[finalbows]

One moon is considered the standard for growth, so... Not too surprised there. Gaia even wasn't meant to have two.

<sub>Wonder if something special happened in this world, too, to give it a second one...? One never does run out of things to speculate about, here...

[ even trying to lay down and rest, his thoughts Go and go. but. he's got something WAY MORE important to do that speculate rn. he's got something suggestive to whisper up to that cube. ]</sub>

A white moon does have its own unique charm~. A pure, sprawling canvas, receptive of any shade one might strike out upon it... I can imagine many, many things that can come of that.

[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. ]}