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[passio]

Black-as-can-be cats arrive a-pair,
Up on a rooftop, a plaintive eve,
And on the tips of their pointed tails hung
A wispy crescent-moon, looking hazy.
'O-wah, good evening,'
'O-wah, good evening!'
'O-wah, o-wah, o-wah!'
'O-wah, the man of this household is bedridden.'

A poem by Sakutaro Hagiwara, that I heard once from a friend. It seems things have calmed down since #FFFFFF arrived, but I wonder if that's the end of it.

How is everyone's literary analysis? I think we should be prepared for more mysterious messages, and maybe there's a way to prevent it before it gets bad.

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[passio]

[ that’s fine... but he’s going to do it anyway.

rather, he settles next to guren—and maybe that was his plan all along, to stay here next to someone, a quiet comfort that he has no explanation for. with any high comes a low, and he’s not exactly sad, but more... thoughtful, now that he’s had his laughs.

the coat is long enough that he can drape it across the both of them. ]

[swordfucker]

[...Oh. Guren stares at Dextera as he sits next to him so simply, and it's not like he can tell him to get lost when he's being kind like this, just trying to share the space and a makeshift blanket. The truth is he doesn't want him to go away, anyway.

So, instead, Guren shifts just slightly so that he can lean against Dextera, their arms touching.]

So you'll rest, too?

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[ dextera nods.

he’s not even really sure that he’s going to sleep, and guren isn’t on the side for optimum comfort, but sharing space with someone like this sets him at ease. there’s no one else he feels he knows enough to get away with it, and guren isn’t fighting him when he leans his weight back against guren’s arm.

he rests his head against guren’s shoulder. ]

[swordfucker]

[It's strange how the weight of someone familiar can make an uncomfortable spot become almost cozy. He's not worried about the stiffness of his own neck, how his back isn't straight enough or how his arms are crossed when he's too busy making sure that he won't stir too much that it will disturb his friend.]

Good. [He breathes it out like a sigh, letting his eyes drift closed. He feels a little less bad about it if Dextera is going to rest in any way, too, even if he doesn't actually sleep.

Like this, he can fall asleep in ten minutes or so.]