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And that the events on the moon were just... a mixed dream.

...

They weren’t. He knows that. He knows that his dreams are a lot worse than what happened.

No. He has decided to visit Grooves on the moon. This can be there actual vacation. The excitement of the festival was too much, even, after the events of the cruise.

... But, at least we are somewhere safe.”

Cyn is in bed, curled up in a blanket, doing best to stay warm without curling up because he has some injuries that still need time to heal right.

((So about that cruise-

ft. Cyn, @legallyabird, @discoblades, and @thekidwiththehat

Absolutely awful. He hates it. But he is also really cold.

“… Thank you.” For not prying further. For not looking too deep. “I can’t just do that last bit overnight though, Cyn.” He’s spent so long pushing everything back down that there’s no way those concerns are coming up overnight - at least, not in a way that’s healthy to anyone involved.

He also didn’t make the ‘partner’ thing a joke, so he’s quite clearly serious.

“It’s, it’s old, and it doesn’t matter anyway. Not now, at least. Things are moving forward, no longer stagnant! I can put it behind me. But… I don’t mind the. First thing! I can do that.”

“I know. ‘M jus sayin, in the future.” He scratches the back of his head, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the whole situation. There is probably more; hell he barely knows anything about Grooves if he really thought about it. Didn’t feel right. But trying to get that out all at once wasn’t fair by any means. It would take time.

“… Jules,” he says, a bit abruptly. “My first name is Jules. You can call me that, we’re not in a professional environment.” At first it just seems like a distraction, a way to throw Cyn off the subject at hand.

The orb rolls off of his chest and jumps up into the air once more, hovering so it’s eye level(???) with the conductor. “I know I don’t have the healthiest living arrangement, but there’s nothing worth worrying about. Trust me, darling? Please?”

That was extremely unexpected. Even if Grooves can’t see it thanks to his feathers being in the way, Cyn is giving him the most wide eyed stare. Huh. He was definitely thrown off by that.

“Jules... Ok.” He nods, doing his best to keep his composure. It isn’t that big of a deal, and there are more important things to focus on. “Alright. I do trust ye, G- er. Jules. I do. But, ye are always welcome ta visit ‘ere if ye need company. The village loves ye.” That was true. The owls and other visitors had already started to really like Grooves, considering the short amount of time he had visited.

“Aheh. Heh. Well.” That is very much a humorless chuckle, a sort of very mild warning to Cyn that he’s getting into uncomfortable waters. “Not everyone was thrilled with my career choice. I do have relatives that are sympathetic, but, you know!” A slightly more blatant warning, and then, well.

Grooves doesn’t seem like he wants to talk anymore after Cyn’s last question. There’s a long silence.

“… It’s nothing like here.”

“...” Well, Cyn can pick up on those signs easy enough. Still, he isn’t just... going to let it end on that note. Grooves has done a lot for him lately, the least he can do is offer the same care.

“……” Despite not having lungs, Grooves exhales heavily. “It is. Back home, I live a very quiet life. It’s different from this village, darling! After all, well, my fans mostly…” 

I’m just one of their own. They stick with me because of who I am, not what I make.

“You know! I can’t demand that they stay around when they have lives of their own! It’s a nice break from DBS at least, you know how loud it gets there! With the music, and the recordings, and everything!”

“I guess. I guess I jus always thought that ye might live closer to the others, or ‘ad family ye lived with. Since, living on the moon is like a village in its own way?” It’s unusual for Cyn to be this quiet, even as one of the ‘calmer’ Conductors. “A sort of, comfortin background noise thas different than the studio...”

“Oh, dear…” The soul rolls around a bit before settling back down. “That’s good, that’s, well, it’s good news! That it won’t last. I er, didn’t have a chance to look before this happened.” Even though he doesn’t visibly have eyes on his soul, it’s easy to tell he’s looking at his unconscious, lightly-breathing body.

“… Hm? Well, ask away.”

Cyn’s feathers on his head droop a bit, seeing this. The more he woke up and really started to comprehend the situation, the more awful it felt. He was honestly terrified for his friend, despite not daring to say it out loud.

The orb floats back over to his body and hovers around it, still trying to get back. No luck yet. “Sorry, darling. If I could control it I would.”

Slowly Grooves comes to rest atop his own chest, the cold unable to penetrate his thick layer of feathers and skin. So that’s nice.

“It’s… unfortunate, but at least you’re not affected. I hope whoever or whatever did that to me spares you any of that. And, well, hopefully it’s fixable!… Aheh.” He lapses into silence again, hesitant to continue talking.

No accidentally freezing his own body. Good! Cyn is still wringing his hands a bit.

“I know that it ain’t yer fault. We jus have awful luck. Amias told me las night that he is also havin issues - turned into a bug? Either way, it ain’t supposed to last forever, for either for ye. Thas all he could figure out.” Even if he wanted to forget the details, the chat was there and it sure as hell was real.

The spirit orb glitters, still held in place. You should probably let go no matter how warm you think you are, because wow, freezing! There’s an annoyed ‘wenk’ from the penguin as he tries to settle down.

“At least I’d fit in with how cold it’s supposed to be if we end up going like this. Because I’ll be darned if I let a simple out-of-body experience stop me! We need a BREAK from all this.” The orb twists a little bit, as if trying to get comfortable.

… He isn’t getting to what really bothers him.

As funny as it would be for Cyn to hang on, he is gonna let go. He can stand cold, but hey, having feelings in your hands is also nice. Plus, his claws probably don’t feel very nice to be held in. No accidentally getting hands frozen to spirits today!