#abyssmalice

@abyssmalice: tonitoni vc yeah. (holds out a hand) do you have ten mora for two ice creams.

that's... it? that's all she wants? he's already fumbling for the mora to hand over to tonia before he can finish contemplating the audacity of her request. "there is something wrong with your entire bloodline."

still, he's handing her twenty mora. no, make that thirty.

schrodinger's boomer

or something idk-

OH FOR THE LOVE OF.

...

Caelus can already feel some creeping thread spinning together at this great question. Being met with those (WISE beyond the years) type of eyes, however, the authenticity of this question couldn't proceed to be taken lightly. What if Tonia truly had no damn clue about the inner workings of this fancraft?

Needless to say, Caelus knows how much this particular black hole loves to take by the second. Any and all 'material' for the great machine, and it hardly hesitates especially when there's a form of pushback made upon the model. "Y'know. Your ways of tuning into conversations needs to be frickin' studied here. That's the word that wound up catching your attention here!?"

..Maybe he should be taken that bookshelf wasn't the core thought. Thinking about it that way, 'Train guy' here swallows down the apprehensive while deciding to get clear point.

"Well, if ya ask me it's one of the many manifestations of gay viewing material. ..Y'do know what gay is right? Typically folks in the same ballpark of genders here." He begins, waving his hands here and there, as if this would magically build the mental image.

"And how they enjoy each other's company in a more romantical sense. Everyone has their kicks out there, and this is one form of the answer. Though this is mainly for dudes having that unforgettable parade towards the rivers of romance."

Why in the hell was he speaking like some offshoot Discovery Channel host?

"That battle-lunatic Harbinger who made an attempt to submerge Liyue's docks by awakening an ancient God is your sibling? Really?"

How lonely it must be for word of assurance to cut so deep.

An overwhelming sadness floods the boy's heart. Not for himself but for her. For she has been alone for much longer than anyone comprehends.

He does not protest the hands seizing the folds of his collar in their demanding grasp. He does not pull away when they jerk roughly and her words grow harsh.

"I know, Родной."

Their souls are drenched in blood. Hers more so than his. There is all the more cause for him to be afraid and Freminet is not a brave man. He is afraid of a lot of things. But not of her.

Slowly, gently, the diver reaches up to clasp both of her hands, holding them close to himself.

"I know you can." And that she cares. It's precisely why knowing that she's cherished frightens her this much.

"But you don't. That matters more."

Angling his head, he rests a cheek upon their joined hands.

"Off causing trouble, are we? Tut, tut. It's impolite to leave the rest of us out of the loop, you know that?"

Sparkle stands a few feet behind the other, accusatory in tone, even with no evidence of wrongdoiing. In truth, Sparkle wanted the satisfaction of observing a reaction of utter surprise. It took great effort to tail the other this deep into Planarcadia--although, she knew most of this place inside and out--waiting for the right time to strike.