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[Caelus is the kind of drunk who wants to be spoiled, and he's lucky that he's so cute while he's at it-- tracing little hearts on Sampo's chest, looking up at him with those big gold eyes. Guileless and sweet. It would take a man with a harder heart than Sampo's to say no to him.]
That's all right. You can have kisses even if you're salty. [And as proof, he presses one to Caelus' awaiting lips. He is a little salty, from all those dried tears.] See? Nothing to it.
[Another kiss, then, to one of his cheeks, right where the tear tracks would have run; then to the other. Those are a little saltier to the taste, but what has the galaxy come to if a man can't kiss the tears from his situationship's cheeks? That's a galaxy that Sampo wants no part of.]
Better? Or do you still need more kisses? You're lucky that I don't charge you for them.
That's all right. You can have kisses even if you're salty. [And as proof, he presses one to Caelus' awaiting lips. He is a little salty, from all those dried tears.] See? Nothing to it.
[Another kiss, then, to one of his cheeks, right where the tear tracks would have run; then to the other. Those are a little saltier to the taste, but what has the galaxy come to if a man can't kiss the tears from his situationship's cheeks? That's a galaxy that Sampo wants no part of.]
Better? Or do you still need more kisses? You're lucky that I don't charge you for them.
Yeah! In an ideal world.
But since we live in a world of compromise, I'll just have to grab your hand, and you'll have to grab the coffin.
[ tragic, truly, what a compromise. regardless, this is all just an exercise in theory. a more practically-minded side of caelus is already wondering if luocha has negotiated his way past customs already, and realistically, he probably had to leave his snacks behind. ]
I dunno. I guess it just makes me sad when things don't get to fulfill their purpose.
I probably have issues around it, or something... but I hate when people have to throw things away.
But since we live in a world of compromise, I'll just have to grab your hand, and you'll have to grab the coffin.
[ tragic, truly, what a compromise. regardless, this is all just an exercise in theory. a more practically-minded side of caelus is already wondering if luocha has negotiated his way past customs already, and realistically, he probably had to leave his snacks behind. ]
I dunno. I guess it just makes me sad when things don't get to fulfill their purpose.
I probably have issues around it, or something... but I hate when people have to throw things away.
( before overflow! )
[ This is a lot to read over text. Though that isn't Caelus's first reaction, necessarily... Rather, there's something almost overwhelming, to read so many affirmations of the self, and so heartfelt, from someone he truly cares about (or at least, cares about as much as he can afford to care about him, under the circumstances in which they know each other, which is to say that he knows he doesn't know Luocha very well, but he wants to think that it's safe to love the man, all the same). Endearing, enjoyable... thinking of things that make Caelus happy...
"I am a sort of person truthfully quite particular about equal exchange. If I felt our arrangement uneven, I would have already informed you as such."
How could Caelus not be thrilled? Beyond the distance of their screens, the Trailblazer is blushing over his phone, covering his mouth with his hand, looking away from the wall of text that makes him feel as though his heart has blossomed into a field of pale flowers. ]
Luocha
I
love you
soooo
much
sosososososososossososo much
sooooooooo much !!!!!!!!!!
I'm gonna cry
Yeah, I can brush your hair! I want to! I want to brush your hair
I'm actually kinda good at it? I can do cute little braids for you too, and stuff. If you want. Whatever you want
I want to give you everything
[ This is a lot to read over text. Though that isn't Caelus's first reaction, necessarily... Rather, there's something almost overwhelming, to read so many affirmations of the self, and so heartfelt, from someone he truly cares about (or at least, cares about as much as he can afford to care about him, under the circumstances in which they know each other, which is to say that he knows he doesn't know Luocha very well, but he wants to think that it's safe to love the man, all the same). Endearing, enjoyable... thinking of things that make Caelus happy...
"I am a sort of person truthfully quite particular about equal exchange. If I felt our arrangement uneven, I would have already informed you as such."
How could Caelus not be thrilled? Beyond the distance of their screens, the Trailblazer is blushing over his phone, covering his mouth with his hand, looking away from the wall of text that makes him feel as though his heart has blossomed into a field of pale flowers. ]
Luocha
I
love you
soooo
much
sosososososososossososo much
sooooooooo much !!!!!!!!!!
I'm gonna cry
Yeah, I can brush your hair! I want to! I want to brush your hair
I'm actually kinda good at it? I can do cute little braids for you too, and stuff. If you want. Whatever you want
I want to give you everything
[caelus's more practical-minded speculation isn't far off the mark, at least. the negotiation phase is nearly over; at this point luocha's simply idly killing time on the phone, while documents are reviewed and snacks are assessed. another couple of long looks may be cast in the coffin's direction before all is said and done, but if this pans out how it usually does...then he'll be on his way and about half a system hour behind schedule, yes. nothing terribly consequential.
still, idle little imaginings of a more adventurous outcome in some parallel universe...it's entertaining to think on, at the least. or maybe the true entertainment is caelus's skill in building upon these whims so easily. --even if, well. ah, it seems they're straying into mildly less whimsical territory now...]
For the value of something to be left unfounded, or even wasted...I suppose that's an understandable thing to be saddened by. There are precious few things in this world that receive a true chance at fulfilling their potential, and it's all the more lamentable when one can still imagine what that potential might look like.
Although, the way you phrase this...does seem somewhat, more personal? Maybe I'm being a bit presumptuous. Still...
Could it be that you've some experience, with being "thrown away"?
still, idle little imaginings of a more adventurous outcome in some parallel universe...it's entertaining to think on, at the least. or maybe the true entertainment is caelus's skill in building upon these whims so easily. --even if, well. ah, it seems they're straying into mildly less whimsical territory now...]
For the value of something to be left unfounded, or even wasted...I suppose that's an understandable thing to be saddened by. There are precious few things in this world that receive a true chance at fulfilling their potential, and it's all the more lamentable when one can still imagine what that potential might look like.
Although, the way you phrase this...does seem somewhat, more personal? Maybe I'm being a bit presumptuous. Still...
Could it be that you've some experience, with being "thrown away"?
[What a pity, that Luocha isn't a direct witness to just how thoroughly he's set Caelus's heart aflutter about now. ...Well, not that he couldn't take a bit of a guess, though. The haphazard declarations of love spell out plenty even textually, and it's not an entirely surprising thing after throwing just about every potential way of reassuring Caelus into that whole letter of a reply just then. (More carefully measured-out than they entirely needed to be? Perhaps. Genuine sentiment? ...In some parts. Maybe almost too many parts. Maybe. Honestly, in the delay between responses, Luocha almost wonders if perhaps that might have been too much...)
But what's sent is sent, and here they are now. Caelus is happy, that much is clear--and it's not an unpleasant impression to receive, is it? Quite endearing, no? ...Perhaps this, too, is an indulgence of sorts. An indulgence for who? Well...anyway--]
Easy now...though it appears they might be tears of fondness, I'd hope I'm not truly making you cry all the same. There's no need at all for you to give me "everything", either...as I've said, you already give enough, hm? I'd hate to leave you bereft.
If any part of this has been reassuring to you at all, then I'm glad.
Though I must say, it's a little surprising to hear of your skill with braids...am I to hazard a guess that your hair might have once been much longer? [Oh, he's sure there's plenty of other explanations besides that. We're being humorous here. and very gently...steering the topic...to a more safe, and less touchy-feely sort of subject.
Because Luocha might be very decent at formulating letters of validation, but the fact remains. Emotional sincerity on this level is still difficult to pursue long. Alas, some can't access it half so easily as Caelus does...]
But what's sent is sent, and here they are now. Caelus is happy, that much is clear--and it's not an unpleasant impression to receive, is it? Quite endearing, no? ...Perhaps this, too, is an indulgence of sorts. An indulgence for who? Well...anyway--]
Easy now...though it appears they might be tears of fondness, I'd hope I'm not truly making you cry all the same. There's no need at all for you to give me "everything", either...as I've said, you already give enough, hm? I'd hate to leave you bereft.
If any part of this has been reassuring to you at all, then I'm glad.
Though I must say, it's a little surprising to hear of your skill with braids...am I to hazard a guess that your hair might have once been much longer? [Oh, he's sure there's plenty of other explanations besides that. We're being humorous here. and very gently...steering the topic...to a more safe, and less touchy-feely sort of subject.
Because Luocha might be very decent at formulating letters of validation, but the fact remains. Emotional sincerity on this level is still difficult to pursue long. Alas, some can't access it half so easily as Caelus does...]
[This is probably an inevitable sort of outcome, when maintaining a relationship with anyone for rather longer than the casual fling or two. Luocha might be habitually withdrawn in many ways--perhaps a bit too experienced with putting on the right mask for the right occasion, going through the right motions for the right outcome--but Caelus's propensity for surprisingly sharp insight despite all unassuming appearances has always been a little double-edged blade of its own. Both fascinating to watch in action, and sometimes a little too effective. No, it really shouldn't be so surprising...that eventually he'd start learning the tics beneath the mask, despite Luocha's best efforts. The meaning that actually underlies that circular way he always tends to address things. Especially things that perhaps pique a little more interest than they should. Caelus has started to learn about the things that he likes, isn't that terrible?
Luocha does so terribly enjoy it, when Cealus begs and pleads. When an appeal is being made, as if he's the only one who could fulfill it, the only one with the privilege to behold the gratitude when mercy might be bestowed. Little illusions of control, in a universe where any one mortal person tends to have precious little of it--not compared to the great and terrible powers moving ever overhead, anyway. ...It's not always a sensible sort of enjoyment, Luocha knows. Quite objectively, it's really probably rather unseemly. Still...
The heart craves what it craves. And it really is so appealingly devious, how coyly Caelus leans into it. There is an absentminded and distant part of Luocha that's moderately aware he's probably being bribed about now...yet it's impossible not to savor the photo that Caelus sends along, all the same. In those lovely loose pajamas, and that unbuttoned shirt exposing just a bit too much deliciously unblemished skin, and that smirk.
Atop a pillow, yes. It's not subtle. They both know this. ....Hmm. A part of Luocha would love nothing more than to discover just what sort of touch (or push or kiss) it'd take to wipe that endearingly insolent smile off Caelus's face. Yet--it's true--there does still remain another part. That wonders...just how the weight of the boy's body would feel, if it were--]
Quite on the contrary, you know, I'd say tiring you out truly is more easily said than done. You really speak far too lightly for yourself sometimes...
If you're going to make a promise like that, though...well, I couldn't possibly deprive you an easier eight hours of sleep, now could I? Of course, it must be said...this is rather devious of you. It's quite charming. [hah...]
Very well, then. What should I give you, to imagine with? As I cannot yet be there physically, there are narrower options...such as these written words. Or perhaps a picture? Or perhaps more?
[Audio, video...phones do have a few features at hand,]
Luocha does so terribly enjoy it, when Cealus begs and pleads. When an appeal is being made, as if he's the only one who could fulfill it, the only one with the privilege to behold the gratitude when mercy might be bestowed. Little illusions of control, in a universe where any one mortal person tends to have precious little of it--not compared to the great and terrible powers moving ever overhead, anyway. ...It's not always a sensible sort of enjoyment, Luocha knows. Quite objectively, it's really probably rather unseemly. Still...
The heart craves what it craves. And it really is so appealingly devious, how coyly Caelus leans into it. There is an absentminded and distant part of Luocha that's moderately aware he's probably being bribed about now...yet it's impossible not to savor the photo that Caelus sends along, all the same. In those lovely loose pajamas, and that unbuttoned shirt exposing just a bit too much deliciously unblemished skin, and that smirk.
Atop a pillow, yes. It's not subtle. They both know this. ....Hmm. A part of Luocha would love nothing more than to discover just what sort of touch (or push or kiss) it'd take to wipe that endearingly insolent smile off Caelus's face. Yet--it's true--there does still remain another part. That wonders...just how the weight of the boy's body would feel, if it were--]
Quite on the contrary, you know, I'd say tiring you out truly is more easily said than done. You really speak far too lightly for yourself sometimes...
If you're going to make a promise like that, though...well, I couldn't possibly deprive you an easier eight hours of sleep, now could I? Of course, it must be said...this is rather devious of you. It's quite charming. [hah...]
Very well, then. What should I give you, to imagine with? As I cannot yet be there physically, there are narrower options...such as these written words. Or perhaps a picture? Or perhaps more?
[Audio, video...phones do have a few features at hand,]
( before overflow! )
Maybe... it wasn't that tiring. It was more fun than tiring. But I guess I just really needed to catch up on sleep.
Do you miss me when I'm asleep?
Maybe... it wasn't that tiring. It was more fun than tiring. But I guess I just really needed to catch up on sleep.
Do you miss me when I'm asleep?
[ He's so, so impatient for even the fantasy of a romp with his Luocha that Caelus has already started to touch himself again. Rubbing himself breathlessly, he taps out a slightly hurried response: ]
I want to see you... I want to hear you
A picture would be nice, a video would be nice...
Even just an audio clip of your voice telling me to come and that I've been a good boy
I want to see how you look with your shirt ripped open, the way I'd pull it open for you
Ill get off on anything you send me
You're all I think about all the time
I want to see you... I want to hear you
A picture would be nice, a video would be nice...
Even just an audio clip of your voice telling me to come and that I've been a good boy
I want to see how you look with your shirt ripped open, the way I'd pull it open for you
Ill get off on anything you send me
You're all I think about all the time
[ Caelus just chuckles, warm and good-natured, as he politely refuses to reveal the provenance of his mysterious stash of hazelnuts.
(It's just a Trailblazer thing, you know? Like the fact he's also always got fried chicken on him at all times. Where does the fried chicken come from? Best not to ask.) ]
C'mon, don't pout. It's just that he knows me 'cause I'm always feeding him all the time. Here, give him another one.
[ He does this thing with his fingers again where he just sort of palms his hands together and produces a new hazelnut — it's a low-grade magic trick, or rather a simple sleight-of-hand technique he taught himself off videos on the internet. Sampo Koski's probably pretty good at that sort of thing, too. Smiling, Caelus hands Lynx one more hazelnut. The bear cub is looking at the hazelnut with great interest, and will probably start to look at Lynx with more interest, too, once it starts associating her with hazelnuts. ]
He'll warm up to you pretty quick.
(It's just a Trailblazer thing, you know? Like the fact he's also always got fried chicken on him at all times. Where does the fried chicken come from? Best not to ask.) ]
C'mon, don't pout. It's just that he knows me 'cause I'm always feeding him all the time. Here, give him another one.
[ He does this thing with his fingers again where he just sort of palms his hands together and produces a new hazelnut — it's a low-grade magic trick, or rather a simple sleight-of-hand technique he taught himself off videos on the internet. Sampo Koski's probably pretty good at that sort of thing, too. Smiling, Caelus hands Lynx one more hazelnut. The bear cub is looking at the hazelnut with great interest, and will probably start to look at Lynx with more interest, too, once it starts associating her with hazelnuts. ]
He'll warm up to you pretty quick.
[As much as she wanted to act like she was all grown up, old habits die hard. Especially now as she looked at the hazelnut and she still kept on pouting. Knowing that the sub likes Caelus more than her made her believe that the animal wouldn't go anywhere near her.]
...You think so...?
[Still, she couldn't stay mad for long. Not with whatever that magic trick he just did. With the nut in her hand, she looked at the older boy before looking back at the cub. Extending her hand out, she hoped that this time the cub would take it.]
...You think so...?
[Still, she couldn't stay mad for long. Not with whatever that magic trick he just did. With the nut in her hand, she looked at the older boy before looking back at the cub. Extending her hand out, she hoped that this time the cub would take it.]
( before overflow! )
Nah, it's no big deal, really
I'm used to getting hurt, and I'm used to getting patched up, too
[ If there's any luck — and the memetic lifeforms of Penacony will attest to this, too — maybe Caelus's soul is already too gold to be enthralled by a golden song. Maybe they can believe in at least one dream: that some things about the universe, or maybe one person in the universe, might be too pure to be corrupted. ]
Well, March can use her ice like bandages, basically? Instantly stops the bleeding and stuff
But I'm not gonna cut myself badly enough to need her help. Don't worry
It'll just be a patch test so you can try out cleaning techniques
...Uh, that is, if you want to do it?
I don't want to treat you like my personal manservant or anything...
[ The Watchmaker-to-butler pipeline is a little cute to think about, though... ]
Nah, it's no big deal, really
I'm used to getting hurt, and I'm used to getting patched up, too
[ If there's any luck — and the memetic lifeforms of Penacony will attest to this, too — maybe Caelus's soul is already too gold to be enthralled by a golden song. Maybe they can believe in at least one dream: that some things about the universe, or maybe one person in the universe, might be too pure to be corrupted. ]
Well, March can use her ice like bandages, basically? Instantly stops the bleeding and stuff
But I'm not gonna cut myself badly enough to need her help. Don't worry
It'll just be a patch test so you can try out cleaning techniques
...Uh, that is, if you want to do it?
I don't want to treat you like my personal manservant or anything...
[ The Watchmaker-to-butler pipeline is a little cute to think about, though... ]
( before overflow! )
[ oh my god.
this... well. this is certainly a rant which he is normally only used to receiving from very eccentric NPCs throughout the universe. this is also really funny, though. well, yeah, he should've figured that indirectly insulting the watchmaker's most beloved creation wasn't exactly going to go over super well... but also, no, he never noticed any of these details about clockie despite being responsible for editing down the watchmaker's final film into something more... palatable... for the modern audience...
...
the biggest shocker here is that misha genuinely thinks clocks are cute, but, well... ]
Yeah, I'm a regular Trailbirder! Chirp chirp
Come to think of it, back on the Luofu, I got really attached to the cycranes there too. You ever seen 'em?
And they've got cute fat finches on the Xianzhou
Like yeah now that you mention it, I guess I do kind of like birds... and other small creatures
[ oh my god.
this... well. this is certainly a rant which he is normally only used to receiving from very eccentric NPCs throughout the universe. this is also really funny, though. well, yeah, he should've figured that indirectly insulting the watchmaker's most beloved creation wasn't exactly going to go over super well... but also, no, he never noticed any of these details about clockie despite being responsible for editing down the watchmaker's final film into something more... palatable... for the modern audience...
...
the biggest shocker here is that misha genuinely thinks clocks are cute, but, well... ]
Yeah, I'm a regular Trailbirder! Chirp chirp
Come to think of it, back on the Luofu, I got really attached to the cycranes there too. You ever seen 'em?
And they've got cute fat finches on the Xianzhou
Like yeah now that you mention it, I guess I do kind of like birds... and other small creatures
You ask the slimes very politely to stop harassing the farmers' sheep. But the slimes do not respond. You lack the ability to communicate with slimes.
At the very least, they don't seem hungry. That's a good sign. Just... curious, perhaps? They keep reaching out to touch the sheep with their gelatinous... frames.
Try something else!
At the very least, they don't seem hungry. That's a good sign. Just... curious, perhaps? They keep reaching out to touch the sheep with their gelatinous... frames.
Try something else!
[ Who cares if he's getting odd looks? Let 'em stare! It's not really the first time he's been caught in public talking to something that other people can't see. Whether it's Clockie, or trash can hallucinations, or Misha himself... they're all important friends of Caelus, so he's not gonna leave them out to dry just because some random passersby might think he looks weird.
Anyway, the Trailblazer always tells himself, if you're hot and confident, you can talk yourself out of 67.54% of situations!
...Well, that's his going success rate, at least!
With the same jaunty swagger as the cartoon raccoon with a big crown that Misha is probably envisioning right about now (and is dangerously capable of animating — actually, Welt was an animator too, they should get together over tea and talk about old man anime things —) Caelus walks around to the other end of the bench, then puts both hands on his hips and grins with inimitable delight at his newly wakened comrade. ]
I would, wouldn't I? And I'd love it, too. Get the populace to call me "Your Highness," or "Your Majesty," and all that.
[ Still smiling, he pulls a move where he twirls a full circle on his ankle with the same slick elegance that he rocks when he's tearing it up on the dance floor with Clockie. It only lasts so long, though; once he's relaxed his posture again, he jerks his head slightly to indicate the direction he's going to lead Misha in, and then starts on the long road back to the entrance of Aurum Alley.
Caelus takes slightly slower steps than usual, conscious of how Misha's smaller feet will have to pitter-patter to keep up with his usual long strides. ]
Probably wouldn't last for long, though. I'm not very kingly. I kinda like it when randos in Penacony scramble to call me "Mr. Shareholder," though...
Anyway, the Trailblazer always tells himself, if you're hot and confident, you can talk yourself out of 67.54% of situations!
...Well, that's his going success rate, at least!
With the same jaunty swagger as the cartoon raccoon with a big crown that Misha is probably envisioning right about now (and is dangerously capable of animating — actually, Welt was an animator too, they should get together over tea and talk about old man anime things —) Caelus walks around to the other end of the bench, then puts both hands on his hips and grins with inimitable delight at his newly wakened comrade. ]
I would, wouldn't I? And I'd love it, too. Get the populace to call me "Your Highness," or "Your Majesty," and all that.
[ Still smiling, he pulls a move where he twirls a full circle on his ankle with the same slick elegance that he rocks when he's tearing it up on the dance floor with Clockie. It only lasts so long, though; once he's relaxed his posture again, he jerks his head slightly to indicate the direction he's going to lead Misha in, and then starts on the long road back to the entrance of Aurum Alley.
Caelus takes slightly slower steps than usual, conscious of how Misha's smaller feet will have to pitter-patter to keep up with his usual long strides. ]
Probably wouldn't last for long, though. I'm not very kingly. I kinda like it when randos in Penacony scramble to call me "Mr. Shareholder," though...
Edited 2024-11-29 05:45 (UTC)
[Certainly, hopefully, if anything could be pure enough in this universe--if the judgment of Penacony's memetic entities could be a gauge of any kind at all--maybe, just maybe, this particular Nameless might just win those odds...]
Aw, it's alright Caelus! I wasn't even thinking about it like some sort of manservant thing at all? Ahaha, but now that you're pointing it out like that...I guess it's just a habit from the hotel now, thinking about cleaning and fixing things...maybe that's kind of weird.
I mean, the last time I was part of the Express I ended up more in charge of mechanical maintenance? But Miss Himiko's so good at it now, it'd feel awkward to try stealing her job...so! This kind of thing is something I can do too. And I don't mind it in the least, so it's okay! Maybe we can think about it as part of my train doorman duties or something!
[(Plus the Watchmaker-to-butler pipeline is pretty cute lbr......)]
Anyway, if it's just a little cut...yeah, you're probably right...and actually, maybe it'd be for the better if Miss March isn't involved anyhow. She'd probably give us that judgmental look she's really good at if she found out we're doing weird blood-cleaning experiments...
Oh, and Pom-Pom might be kind of freaked out about it too if they caught us at random. Probably ought to make sure we do it in one of the residence cars...um, either your room or mine, I guess?
[This is so silly. Why are they having to plan this like some kind of weird covert ops thing. It's just for the sake of laundry science!! Out of context it is going to seem real weird, though, so. Hm.
...
Also. Hey. Do you ever have sudden intrusive thoughts like:] Hey, Caelus...do you think *I* still bleed normal blood nowadays?
Aw, it's alright Caelus! I wasn't even thinking about it like some sort of manservant thing at all? Ahaha, but now that you're pointing it out like that...I guess it's just a habit from the hotel now, thinking about cleaning and fixing things...maybe that's kind of weird.
I mean, the last time I was part of the Express I ended up more in charge of mechanical maintenance? But Miss Himiko's so good at it now, it'd feel awkward to try stealing her job...so! This kind of thing is something I can do too. And I don't mind it in the least, so it's okay! Maybe we can think about it as part of my train doorman duties or something!
[(Plus the Watchmaker-to-butler pipeline is pretty cute lbr......)]
Anyway, if it's just a little cut...yeah, you're probably right...and actually, maybe it'd be for the better if Miss March isn't involved anyhow. She'd probably give us that judgmental look she's really good at if she found out we're doing weird blood-cleaning experiments...
Oh, and Pom-Pom might be kind of freaked out about it too if they caught us at random. Probably ought to make sure we do it in one of the residence cars...um, either your room or mine, I guess?
[This is so silly. Why are they having to plan this like some kind of weird covert ops thing. It's just for the sake of laundry science!! Out of context it is going to seem real weird, though, so. Hm.
...
Also. Hey. Do you ever have sudden intrusive thoughts like:] Hey, Caelus...do you think *I* still bleed normal blood nowadays?
( before overflow! )
Well, this tailor on the Luofu was really nice to me.
So I let her talk me into one of those dresses, you know, with the high leg slit...
Well, this tailor on the Luofu was really nice to me.
So I let her talk me into one of those dresses, you know, with the high leg slit...
You? Uhhhh...
I would kinda guess... you don't?
[ It's a bit of a tricky subject... but Misha's basically an entity made of memoria by now, right? So he shouldn't have a physical form, the same way Gallagher can't manifest in reality... right? Something like that? It's only by the Trailblaze's blessing that he's able to manifest outside of Penacony now, but... ]
I mean, I think it's probably best that you don't try
But I feel like you're probably made of the same stuff as an origami bird
Maybe it's something like "if you believe you'll bleed, you'll bleed"?
Or maybe you bleed... uhh... memory bubble water...
[ Look, he's still a little traumatized by the memory of Firefly turning into a puddle on the ground, okay... ]
I would kinda guess... you don't?
[ It's a bit of a tricky subject... but Misha's basically an entity made of memoria by now, right? So he shouldn't have a physical form, the same way Gallagher can't manifest in reality... right? Something like that? It's only by the Trailblaze's blessing that he's able to manifest outside of Penacony now, but... ]
I mean, I think it's probably best that you don't try
But I feel like you're probably made of the same stuff as an origami bird
Maybe it's something like "if you believe you'll bleed, you'll bleed"?
Or maybe you bleed... uhh... memory bubble water...
[ Look, he's still a little traumatized by the memory of Firefly turning into a puddle on the ground, okay... ]
No, of course not.
The more you say them, the more intensely I'll feel them in my heart. You know?
The more you say them, the more intensely I'll feel them in my heart. You know?
If that's the case...
I wouldn't want you to miss me. Disappointing you is ... the last thing that I wish.
I wouldn't want you to miss me. Disappointing you is ... the last thing that I wish.
Huh... maybe?
You know, I haven't thought about it
Hey, I'd look cool with long hair, though. Kinda like Nanook? Have you ever seen Nanook?
[ "have you ever seen nanook," caelus asks super casually, to local man who may or may not be directly responsible for nanook's bleeding wounds, ]
It might just have been something Kafka taught me to do, though
I lived with her for a long time, apparently... I just don't remember it
But I know how to shoot a gun and stuff, and I'm pretty sure that's because of her
[ "also, i lived with kafka," caelus says super casually, about an interastrally renowned wanted criminal... though to be fair, the same description may or may not apply to luocha himself... ]
You know, I haven't thought about it
Hey, I'd look cool with long hair, though. Kinda like Nanook? Have you ever seen Nanook?
[ "have you ever seen nanook," caelus asks super casually, to local man who may or may not be directly responsible for nanook's bleeding wounds, ]
It might just have been something Kafka taught me to do, though
I lived with her for a long time, apparently... I just don't remember it
But I know how to shoot a gun and stuff, and I'm pretty sure that's because of her
[ "also, i lived with kafka," caelus says super casually, about an interastrally renowned wanted criminal... though to be fair, the same description may or may not apply to luocha himself... ]
Edited 2024-12-04 18:09 (UTC)
[ Caelus is quiet for a little while. No sign of his typing, no ellipsis-laden bubble popping up to indicate that he's making an attempt to communicate his thoughts (though he's the kind of lunatic who keeps his read receipts on, so Luocha will at least know that he's seen the message).
If Luocha were anyone else, Caelus would probably deflect the question in the way that he's learned how. Make a joke. Say something so stupid no one could be anything but disgusted with him, then move on. Something like that.
But Luocha's Luocha. So — even if it hurts him later — Caelus figures he deserves the truth. ]
...Yeah
I kinda feel like that sometimes
It's not like... I don't like it on the Express. Everyone's been really good to me
But ever since I first woke up
And even though the people who threw me away are friends with me again
I can't quite shake that feeling
Like I was just a body, so I didn't matter as a person
Sometimes I still think that, I guess
If Luocha were anyone else, Caelus would probably deflect the question in the way that he's learned how. Make a joke. Say something so stupid no one could be anything but disgusted with him, then move on. Something like that.
But Luocha's Luocha. So — even if it hurts him later — Caelus figures he deserves the truth. ]
...Yeah
I kinda feel like that sometimes
It's not like... I don't like it on the Express. Everyone's been really good to me
But ever since I first woke up
And even though the people who threw me away are friends with me again
I can't quite shake that feeling
Like I was just a body, so I didn't matter as a person
Sometimes I still think that, I guess
Edited (can't stop editing today apparently) 2024-12-04 18:20 (UTC)
Dan Heng...
You... didn't delete any of my photos, did you?
You... didn't delete any of my photos, did you?
Nooooo!!!
Why...
I tried so hard to get that photo of your tail!!
Why...
I tried so hard to get that photo of your tail!!
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