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[There's no point of reference anywhere in Myr's experience for the feel of the snout that meets and bumps against his questing hands. Smooth as an egg, but warm and yielding like leather, and all skinning a creature that's very large and very round. Just petting its face probably won't do for a thorough impression, but--]
Part of your soul? [A beat.] This is your-- [what's the word,] familiar--your phylax?
[Should he be groping all over a part of his Bonded's soul? A look that's somewhere between stricken and terribly amused flits across his face at the notion. He doesn't stop petting her nose, but he also doesn't let his hands wander any further than they have.]
What is it? I've never felt the like.
Part of your soul? [A beat.] This is your-- [what's the word,] familiar--your phylax?
[Should he be groping all over a part of his Bonded's soul? A look that's somewhere between stricken and terribly amused flits across his face at the notion. He doesn't stop petting her nose, but he also doesn't let his hands wander any further than they have.]
What is it? I've never felt the like.
[L cants his head with a wavery laugh.]
Right... there's nothing like this in the desert, on any world.
[He steps a little closer, now that he's gauged how much space she needs, how much is left for him. He doesn't give her the credit she deserves yet for her ability to accommodate, in turn, for him. He has to learn that anew with everyone he meets, after all.
It took a long time, even for Myr.]
She's a sort of whale...
[Dolphin, actually, but no need to bog down one unfamiliar in the minutiae of classification.]
Large aquatic mammals in my world. Mostly black, with patches of white above the eyes and on the belly. I'd say "mind the teeth", but... I like you, so it follows, that she would.
[A pause.]
Her name's "Cerise." That's "cherry", in one of my first languages.
Right... there's nothing like this in the desert, on any world.
[He steps a little closer, now that he's gauged how much space she needs, how much is left for him. He doesn't give her the credit she deserves yet for her ability to accommodate, in turn, for him. He has to learn that anew with everyone he meets, after all.
It took a long time, even for Myr.]
She's a sort of whale...
[Dolphin, actually, but no need to bog down one unfamiliar in the minutiae of classification.]
Large aquatic mammals in my world. Mostly black, with patches of white above the eyes and on the belly. I'd say "mind the teeth", but... I like you, so it follows, that she would.
[A pause.]
Her name's "Cerise." That's "cherry", in one of my first languages.
[ It might be due to the season for her type of fish, but Alex was much more like herself during the fullmoons. Not as out of control, but bolder, friendlier, more affectionate for sure. It might be that stronger desire for connecting that has her convincing Linden to go on a field trip during one of their usual class sessions.
She takes him towards the beach, away from the hustle and bustle of the harbor in a more secluded part of the shore. ]
It’s one of my favorite spots to go to.
[ She finally tells him, wanting to keep it a bit of a secret until they got there. ]
We’ll have to swim under for a bit, but I can cover you with the whole oxygen thing. Is that okay?
[ Alex wouldn’t push him, but it’s very apparent by the way she’s glancing up at him so expectantly she really wanted to go there with him. ]
She takes him towards the beach, away from the hustle and bustle of the harbor in a more secluded part of the shore. ]
It’s one of my favorite spots to go to.
[ She finally tells him, wanting to keep it a bit of a secret until they got there. ]
We’ll have to swim under for a bit, but I can cover you with the whole oxygen thing. Is that okay?
[ Alex wouldn’t push him, but it’s very apparent by the way she’s glancing up at him so expectantly she really wanted to go there with him. ]
[This is a welcome change of pace, however comforting L has come to find their typical routine. He holds his boots in one hand, feet bare on the sand as they approach the shore. Behind them, his orca phylax bobs and weaves playfully.]
You're sure it's OK? With...
[With Mello, he doesn't say. It seems awkward, somehow, to directly address the romance that might make their platonic but affectionate friendship awkward.]
You're sure it's OK? With...
[With Mello, he doesn't say. It seems awkward, somehow, to directly address the romance that might make their platonic but affectionate friendship awkward.]
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Of course.
[ She laughs, eyeing him inquisitively. ]
Why wouldn’t it be okay?
[ once they reach a rocky cliff, she drops her bag onto the side. Her skirt goes next, along with her top, having changed into a swimsuit before leaving her house. The merrow walks towards the shore first, and as soon as the water hits her feet, velvety black scales start to race up her legs, shifting into a tail.
Facing Linden, she holds her arms out to him, beckoning him in. ]
Come on, the water’s great!
[ She laughs, eyeing him inquisitively. ]
Why wouldn’t it be okay?
[ once they reach a rocky cliff, she drops her bag onto the side. Her skirt goes next, along with her top, having changed into a swimsuit before leaving her house. The merrow walks towards the shore first, and as soon as the water hits her feet, velvety black scales start to race up her legs, shifting into a tail.
Facing Linden, she holds her arms out to him, beckoning him in. ]
Come on, the water’s great!
[L's brows raise slightly. Occasionally, he is caught off-guard by just how blithe Alex is about certain matters. In some ways it makes things easier, knowing that she's not projecting assumptions about a situation... but at the same time, wouldn't most people make them?]
Nothing, of course.
[He's traveling light today, wearing shabby clothes of little value that he doubts anyone would steal. As he shucks off his first layer, it's clear that he does in fact own a swimsuit. Like most of what he owns, it's Victorian in design, covering his limbs to his knees and elbows, and clearly made for a larger body than his. It's even pinned in places to keep it from bagging out too much around his narrow, bony body.
It's a very different look than the streamlined, sleek body of the phylax that's growing increasingly excited for a swim, looping tight backflips in the air over his left shoulder.]
Not too cold?
[His phylax has blubber. He doesn't, so much... but the orca has already plunged into the water, sliding into the lapping waves alongside the Merrow and brushing up against her playfully.]
Nothing, of course.
[He's traveling light today, wearing shabby clothes of little value that he doubts anyone would steal. As he shucks off his first layer, it's clear that he does in fact own a swimsuit. Like most of what he owns, it's Victorian in design, covering his limbs to his knees and elbows, and clearly made for a larger body than his. It's even pinned in places to keep it from bagging out too much around his narrow, bony body.
It's a very different look than the streamlined, sleek body of the phylax that's growing increasingly excited for a swim, looping tight backflips in the air over his left shoulder.]
Not too cold?
[His phylax has blubber. He doesn't, so much... but the orca has already plunged into the water, sliding into the lapping waves alongside the Merrow and brushing up against her playfully.]
[ Alex laughs as the orca dives in, reaching out to smooth her hand over her back. ]
Hey, there~
[ She coos, forgetting Linden for a moment as she and the orca circle one another in a little chase. ]
Oh— well…I might not be the best judge…
[ She’s not as affected by the cold water in this form. ]
But it helps to jump in. You’ll warm up eventually!
Hey, there~
[ She coos, forgetting Linden for a moment as she and the orca circle one another in a little chase. ]
Oh— well…I might not be the best judge…
[ She’s not as affected by the cold water in this form. ]
But it helps to jump in. You’ll warm up eventually!
[Cerise is more than thrilled to engage. Like L, she adores games, and even when she gets into her more melancholy moods, they serve as a reliable distraction.
She slices easily through the waves in the shallows. L's bony knees look a little blue as he wades out, which he's doing as briskly as possible so as to get it over with sooner.]
I can hold my breath for just over a minute. You'd mentioned oxygen?
[He doesn't actually know how this works.]
She slices easily through the waves in the shallows. L's bony knees look a little blue as he wades out, which he's doing as briskly as possible so as to get it over with sooner.]
I can hold my breath for just over a minute. You'd mentioned oxygen?
[He doesn't actually know how this works.]
I can make an air bubble around your head.
[ She explains, taking one of his hands and leading him deeper into the water. ]
There’s an easier method, but…it only works between bonded.
[ Which Linden has probably had enough of. ]
Ready?
[ She explains, taking one of his hands and leading him deeper into the water. ]
There’s an easier method, but…it only works between bonded.
[ Which Linden has probably had enough of. ]
Ready?
[He nods slowly. It sounds absurd; it makes a certain amount of sense, however he might feel about straining himself with too many extra bonds, temporary or otherwise.
He doesn't admit openly that he could think of worse bondmates than Alex, that she is an altogether pleasant and undemanding presence who even seems to earnestly like him.]
Yes...
[His hand tightens around hers as Cerise moves supportively against him to bolster her witch. Reflexively, he fills his lungs with air before submerging his face in the deeper water once he's chest-deep in the waves.]
He doesn't admit openly that he could think of worse bondmates than Alex, that she is an altogether pleasant and undemanding presence who even seems to earnestly like him.]
Yes...
[His hand tightens around hers as Cerise moves supportively against him to bolster her witch. Reflexively, he fills his lungs with air before submerging his face in the deeper water once he's chest-deep in the waves.]
[ Alex submerged with him, a film of air surrounding his head just as she said. She taps a scaly finger against her lips, reminding him to breathe.
Once she’s sure that he’s making use of her little trick, Alex starts to lead him beneath the cliff. Some pockets allowed for light to stream through, showcasing the corals and stones that made up the passage way. Some schools of fish swam around the intruders, many making way for the much larger predator behind the two.
Swimming next to him like this, the length added by her tail surpasses Linden’s height. But she doesn’t pay much attention to that, shifting her hold so that she was on her back, taking both of Linden’s hands as she leads from beneath him. From this position, she could look at him properly, the blue of her eyes glowing bright against black sclera. The gold scales that littered her belly and the underside of her tail shone warmly in the dark depths of the cave.
Feeling playful, she spins them around one another, slow and graceful so as to not make him too dizzy. ]
Once she’s sure that he’s making use of her little trick, Alex starts to lead him beneath the cliff. Some pockets allowed for light to stream through, showcasing the corals and stones that made up the passage way. Some schools of fish swam around the intruders, many making way for the much larger predator behind the two.
Swimming next to him like this, the length added by her tail surpasses Linden’s height. But she doesn’t pay much attention to that, shifting her hold so that she was on her back, taking both of Linden’s hands as she leads from beneath him. From this position, she could look at him properly, the blue of her eyes glowing bright against black sclera. The gold scales that littered her belly and the underside of her tail shone warmly in the dark depths of the cave.
Feeling playful, she spins them around one another, slow and graceful so as to not make him too dizzy. ]
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[The process is smoother than L expected, almost imperceptible until he's reminded to breathe. There's no issue whatsoever with the process; the bubble seems to be in no danger of budging, and the air he inhales is high-quality. Maybe even cleaner than the air in Aefenglom, at least in the harbor district.
Cerise is in her element, darting after larger fish but never straying far from their side. The witch is the only one who seems a bit out of place, more like a scrawny frog than the sleek and graceful creatures at his side, but fortunately, they have his best interests at heart. They're not going to let him sink or drown, and for even the detective to be sure enough of the fact to agree to this says something fairly profound.
He's startled to see Alex suddenly beneath him, smiling, holding his hands as they swim. Small wonder that men have been drowned this way by merrows; as a man who is rarely regarded tenderly by women, L is especially aware of how easy it would be, for one who desired this above all else, was willing to give themselves over entirely to desire for the privilege of feeling this gentle acceptance however briefly.
Not men like Light Yagami, Mello, or even Myr. Anyone even glimpsing a man like L would assume that his desire eclipsed his outlook, which might be a reason that he's always been determined to be detached from it, separated from it, superior to those base motivators. Regardless, he's here now with a merrow who holds total control over whether or not he makes it back to the surface or drowns in this cave.
At the very least, Cerise seems unconcerned, exploring the more spacious parts of the cave, darting through the bits where light filters through.]
It's nice...
[The words don't really do it justice, but it's a faltering attempt to start, anyway. Can she even hear him through the pocket of air?
Cerise clicks and chirps a similar sentiment that travels far better through water. L feels it in his chest, almost more than he hears it as clearly as he would if his ears were properly submerged.]
Cerise is in her element, darting after larger fish but never straying far from their side. The witch is the only one who seems a bit out of place, more like a scrawny frog than the sleek and graceful creatures at his side, but fortunately, they have his best interests at heart. They're not going to let him sink or drown, and for even the detective to be sure enough of the fact to agree to this says something fairly profound.
He's startled to see Alex suddenly beneath him, smiling, holding his hands as they swim. Small wonder that men have been drowned this way by merrows; as a man who is rarely regarded tenderly by women, L is especially aware of how easy it would be, for one who desired this above all else, was willing to give themselves over entirely to desire for the privilege of feeling this gentle acceptance however briefly.
Not men like Light Yagami, Mello, or even Myr. Anyone even glimpsing a man like L would assume that his desire eclipsed his outlook, which might be a reason that he's always been determined to be detached from it, separated from it, superior to those base motivators. Regardless, he's here now with a merrow who holds total control over whether or not he makes it back to the surface or drowns in this cave.
At the very least, Cerise seems unconcerned, exploring the more spacious parts of the cave, darting through the bits where light filters through.]
It's nice...
[The words don't really do it justice, but it's a faltering attempt to start, anyway. Can she even hear him through the pocket of air?
Cerise clicks and chirps a similar sentiment that travels far better through water. L feels it in his chest, almost more than he hears it as clearly as he would if his ears were properly submerged.]
[ If he doubted that she could hear the compliment, the way her ears perk up and her face brightens should dispel that. With Cerise scattering the fish ahead of them, Alex leads them both right behind her, a rainbow like wave if fish swimming all around them. She continues to watch his expressions, pleased with how he’s relaxed so far, but eager to see him feel more. ]
[It takes a lot for L to relax, generally. When it actually happens, the moments seem to stretch out for not being under the strain they typically are, the awareness of what might be coming lapsing temporarily. L can seem innocent in moments like this, almost childlike, because while his life experiences have left him jaded in so many ways, there are also things he missed, simple pleasures that passed him by in his humming case of metal and glass. Sometimes, in Aefenglom, their presentation can catch him wholly and blithely off-guard, and then he's not so dissimilar to other humans, however much he might detest those comparisons being drawn or noted.
Comparison invites perception of weakness, ignorance and inadequacy, after all.
L's swimming suit is a makeshift thing, in that he purchased an ill-fitting piece and cut and pinned it strategically with awkward metal fastenings to keep it in place. Ordinarily, it requires frequent adjustments to remain worn, which is one reason he prefers to forego it entirely if he's confident it'll just be him and Cerise on a moonlit swim. He seems to have lost a few pins as a result of Cerise's earlier race with Alex, though... and as the rush of rainbow fish cascade by, the suit responds to water and movement without its former structural integrity.
It's coming apart in places, simply floating free in others, and not doing its job as a modest garment particularly well.
Cerise, generally unconcerned with modesty, doesn't rush to his side to censor him with her large translucent body. L's left clutching and grasping at the material and trying to hold it in place around his hips, all why trying to remain buoyant.
The struggle is such that he doesn't have a statement to accompany this turn of events, quite yet.]
Comparison invites perception of weakness, ignorance and inadequacy, after all.
L's swimming suit is a makeshift thing, in that he purchased an ill-fitting piece and cut and pinned it strategically with awkward metal fastenings to keep it in place. Ordinarily, it requires frequent adjustments to remain worn, which is one reason he prefers to forego it entirely if he's confident it'll just be him and Cerise on a moonlit swim. He seems to have lost a few pins as a result of Cerise's earlier race with Alex, though... and as the rush of rainbow fish cascade by, the suit responds to water and movement without its former structural integrity.
It's coming apart in places, simply floating free in others, and not doing its job as a modest garment particularly well.
Cerise, generally unconcerned with modesty, doesn't rush to his side to censor him with her large translucent body. L's left clutching and grasping at the material and trying to hold it in place around his hips, all why trying to remain buoyant.
The struggle is such that he doesn't have a statement to accompany this turn of events, quite yet.]
[ Alex’s attention had shifted to the fish, both in playful excitement but also realizing there’s a lot more than she realized. While she doesn’t think he’d be in any danger, there were some fish she could see coming in that had a tendency to be a bit nippy. Not wanting to risk it, she makes a sharp turn towards a divide in the passage, which called for some maneuvering. She’s still conscious of Linden’s presence, turning over so she’s facing forward.
Only when the path clears up does she slow down, looking back at him apologetically. ]
Sorry about that…Are you alright?
[ Her voice is surprisingly clear in the water, softer and pleasant to one’s ears. An effect water had on merrows. ]
Only when the path clears up does she slow down, looking back at him apologetically. ]
Sorry about that…Are you alright?
[ Her voice is surprisingly clear in the water, softer and pleasant to one’s ears. An effect water had on merrows. ]
[He realizes, in some corner of his mortification, that this is his fault. He could have been more prepared, more conscientious, more grounded in reality to the point where he was aware of the pins slipping.
Goes to show what happens when you let your guard down.
He nods tensely; Cerise rounds back toward him, reflecting his frustration. Things didn't go according to plan or hold up as well as they were meant to, and as a part of his soul, she can't remain blithely unaffected and in her own little world forever. Eventually, L's more melancholic and neurotic one will bring her back.]
Not your fault...
[Mine.]
I should have asked Light to stitch those down, but I thought the pins would hold.
Goes to show what happens when you let your guard down.
He nods tensely; Cerise rounds back toward him, reflecting his frustration. Things didn't go according to plan or hold up as well as they were meant to, and as a part of his soul, she can't remain blithely unaffected and in her own little world forever. Eventually, L's more melancholic and neurotic one will bring her back.]
Not your fault...
[Mine.]
I should have asked Light to stitch those down, but I thought the pins would hold.
[ It’s only when she’s facing him again that she realizes what happened. She opens her mouth to say something, but decides against it. If it were here…well, she’s been in somewhat similar situations, she would hate for someone to bring too much attention to it. Instead, she pulls him forward and up towards a clearing, breaching the water so that only the rest of his body remains submerged.
There’s a stream of light from a hole above, a small embankment with soft sand on the side.
She keeps her hands beneath his elbows to help him stay afloat, her expression soft. ]
It’s alright. It’s happened a few times to me too. No on else comes here.
There’s a stream of light from a hole above, a small embankment with soft sand on the side.
She keeps her hands beneath his elbows to help him stay afloat, her expression soft. ]
It’s alright. It’s happened a few times to me too. No on else comes here.
[The irregularly-shaped suit floats and flounders around him as he attempts to hold it in place. He averts his eyes because this was never intentional, never something he was trying to do to Alex.
Monsters are stronger. He's easy to pull along, with Cerise gliding along beside him, and he busies himself with propelling himself with kicks so he's not preoccupied with the situation's awkward implications.
At best, he's incompetent and not capable of dressing himself. At worst, he's a pervert who wanted Alex to see every rangy, pale inch of him at an unexpected time. Misa Amane's uncharitable words echo in his mind as they draw near the embankment.]
It's happened to you.
[He sounds disbelieving. It seems a bit unbelievable, but... well, maybe a skimpy bikini top has flown off her at some point during a dive. The imagination supplies ample possibilities, perhaps a bit too quickly.]
That's kind of you to say. I don't suppose you could...?
[Not look, while I try to fix this?]
Monsters are stronger. He's easy to pull along, with Cerise gliding along beside him, and he busies himself with propelling himself with kicks so he's not preoccupied with the situation's awkward implications.
At best, he's incompetent and not capable of dressing himself. At worst, he's a pervert who wanted Alex to see every rangy, pale inch of him at an unexpected time. Misa Amane's uncharitable words echo in his mind as they draw near the embankment.]
It's happened to you.
[He sounds disbelieving. It seems a bit unbelievable, but... well, maybe a skimpy bikini top has flown off her at some point during a dive. The imagination supplies ample possibilities, perhaps a bit too quickly.]
That's kind of you to say. I don't suppose you could...?
[Not look, while I try to fix this?]
[ She…probably shouldn’t get into how some of her customers have left her clothes in tatters, leaving with her with very little to go back with. So she gives an awkward laugh instead before leading him closer to shore, at least far enough till his feet can touch the ground so he’s still submerged. Once she does she turns her back to him. ]
Can it still be fixed…?
[ It didn’t look very durable to begin with. ]
Can it still be fixed…?
[ It didn’t look very durable to begin with. ]
[Later, that other possibility will flash into L's mind. The obvious one, the distressing one. For now, his own distress is plenty to keep his brain occupied.]
Healing and mending spells never worked out for me.
[Alex would probably know this about L. Like many things in his life, magic follows the pattern of his performance being either brilliant, or abysmal.
He hunches over in the shallower water, peeling the fabric away. It's frayed in places, seemingly where the pins pulled too much at it.]
I imagine it would take a bit of effort.
[Even for someone who knows how. Replacing it would be better. And neither option are really available to him here and now.]
I can cast an illusion. You'd know that I was naked, but... if it holds up, hopefully no one else will. I'll need to climb up on the sand to work out some runes, so...
[Fair warning, and all.]
Healing and mending spells never worked out for me.
[Alex would probably know this about L. Like many things in his life, magic follows the pattern of his performance being either brilliant, or abysmal.
He hunches over in the shallower water, peeling the fabric away. It's frayed in places, seemingly where the pins pulled too much at it.]
I imagine it would take a bit of effort.
[Even for someone who knows how. Replacing it would be better. And neither option are really available to him here and now.]
I can cast an illusion. You'd know that I was naked, but... if it holds up, hopefully no one else will. I'll need to climb up on the sand to work out some runes, so...
[Fair warning, and all.]
I mean…no one else comes here.
[ As far as she’s aware, her hoard is still complete. And he had his clothed back at the beach as well. ]
I can just keep my back to you if you’d like?
[ Might make for awkward conversation, but they’re probably past that now. ]
Do whatever is comfortable for you. I’m okay either way.
[ As far as she’s aware, her hoard is still complete. And he had his clothed back at the beach as well. ]
I can just keep my back to you if you’d like?
[ Might make for awkward conversation, but they’re probably past that now. ]
Do whatever is comfortable for you. I’m okay either way.
[Right; no one else comes here. She'd mentioned that. Is this all a silly and frivolous waste of magic?
No, ultimately he would be more comfortable wearing even an illusion so that he can look Alex in the eyes. The only thing is that clothes are typically outside of his normal wheelhouse, and so they might come out... odd. Especially in an underwater context.
Cerise suns herself nearby, lounging, as L uses a fingertip to trace runes in the sand. He has nothing to draw blood with, on top of everything else; will they be see-through? He recognizes that adding bulk might be a good idea, since anything too form-fitting might have its contours disrupted by movement.]
This type of illusion is famously difficult. I'm going to try to do something that looks like diving gear, since it's... well, appropriate for our purposes.
[He traces.]
By the bye...
[A pause, as he speaks to her turned back.]
Light and I were conscripted to find a particular statuette for someone in the aristocratic district. I've seen it very recently, it happens...
[Extremely recently.]
No, ultimately he would be more comfortable wearing even an illusion so that he can look Alex in the eyes. The only thing is that clothes are typically outside of his normal wheelhouse, and so they might come out... odd. Especially in an underwater context.
Cerise suns herself nearby, lounging, as L uses a fingertip to trace runes in the sand. He has nothing to draw blood with, on top of everything else; will they be see-through? He recognizes that adding bulk might be a good idea, since anything too form-fitting might have its contours disrupted by movement.]
This type of illusion is famously difficult. I'm going to try to do something that looks like diving gear, since it's... well, appropriate for our purposes.
[He traces.]
By the bye...
[A pause, as he speaks to her turned back.]
Light and I were conscripted to find a particular statuette for someone in the aristocratic district. I've seen it very recently, it happens...
[Extremely recently.]
[ That seemed like a lot of work just for that…
But her thoughts are distracted by the sudden mention of a statue. Did she ever take one…? She…might have. Sometimes she doesn’t remember. But she looks to the side, her shoulders stiffen like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. ]
Is…is that so? Ahaha…
[ she looks over at Cerise, not that she could help her or anything. ]
Do they…also want to know how it went missing?
But her thoughts are distracted by the sudden mention of a statue. Did she ever take one…? She…might have. Sometimes she doesn’t remember. But she looks to the side, her shoulders stiffen like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. ]
Is…is that so? Ahaha…
[ she looks over at Cerise, not that she could help her or anything. ]
Do they…also want to know how it went missing?
[It's a lot of work, considering that clothing isn't something L does. He's working off of a template, rather than creating even a very simple "normal" outfit for himself. Even that, seemingly, would be more difficult than a general costume.
At least there's something else to talk about while he works it out.]
That's typically why people hire detectives.
[Regretfully.]
I won't turn you in. You don't have to worry about that. It's not the first time a merrow has made off with something that has a metallic sheen, I'm sure.
At least there's something else to talk about while he works it out.]
That's typically why people hire detectives.
[Regretfully.]
I won't turn you in. You don't have to worry about that. It's not the first time a merrow has made off with something that has a metallic sheen, I'm sure.
[ Whatever expressions he can’t see on her face are made up by the way her ears pin back, then suddenly flap excitedly.
She shifts to beach herself next to Cerise, stroke her side. ]
If…there’s anything else you recognize, you can take it back. I try to return the ones I can remember, but…
[ Sometimes it happens fast. ]
She shifts to beach herself next to Cerise, stroke her side. ]
If…there’s anything else you recognize, you can take it back. I try to return the ones I can remember, but…
[ Sometimes it happens fast. ]
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