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[receptacles]

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for caelus at receptacles.

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[Meanwhile Misha, "raised" on a healthy diet of Penaconian gangster heist movies + Robin Hood-esque Clockie & Friends shenanigans, if he's ever given any details at all about the insufferably model IPC worker that Skott in particular is:

Caught somewhere in between...it's an odd existence to be sure, from an outside lens. A sort of contradicting thing that probably shouldn't be sustainable, or so most might think. For that matter, even before Misha's rather more literally strange state right now...the Watchmaker himself had always nurtured a more childishly impetuous streak too, even in old age. But then again, perhaps these qualities are what tailor Misha and Caelus both so very well to the Trailblaze, where they might have had more difficulty fitting in quite right anywhere else: the insight of a strange age blended with the restless spirit of youth, surely the perfect ingredients for pursuing new roads and forging new connections. Maybe breaking things, on occasion, if they need to be broken...

And whether Misha ought to be technically thought of as a "boy" or not...well, he's certainly not doing anything to break the illusion right this moment, is he? The way he blinks awake at the gentle hand on his temple--the bemused way he sits back upright, and says:]

Oh! Caelus, you're h-eeere...

[--the way the pleasant surprise melts into another yawn he has to stifle with a free hand, slightly watery-eyed and equally slightly pink with the embarrassment of it right afterwards--it's all very boyish. Most times, after all, it's the self that comes to him most easily...perhaps after all the time he'd spent going through the motions of a busy child in the hotel, accidentally building a new identity he wasn't really supposed to have. Something about habits formed. Or maybe something about how very easy Caelus makes it, too, to interact like this. (One of the very few people to really fully perceive and acknowledge that bellhop boy as a friend, back at that time, a warmth still not forgotten even despite all the context now...)]

--Gosh, sorry...I didn't mean to fall asleep! Hope you didn't have to take too much time finding this spot. Thanks for coming to get me... [Smiling, he slips off the bench, ready to be retrieved and returned to the Express and figuring maybe Caelus wouldn't want to dally around too long here. ...Though he still can't help but laugh a bit too, as something else sinks in.] King Caelus. That's pretty good! There's a catchy ring to it. You know, I bet you could pull off one of those fancy gold crowns and scepters really well...with a big swishy cape you could pose around with...

[May or may not be immediately envisioning a cartoony version of Caelus like this in his mind's eye. (For some reason, a cute raccoon seems to pop in mind as something that'd represent him well in Dreamville? Huh, now that he thinks about it...)

Caelus might be garnering a few odd looks from Aurum Alley passerby, as he continues looking down at and speaking to something next to the bench that doesn't seem to be there.]

[receptacles]

[ 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...