pc ♠ wiš'adel

[fried]

this is the only time i will spell her name the whole way

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[sarkazm]

[cool give her like three minutes before she's knocking.]

[fried]

[ he opens the door! his room is a home for furries, so there's probably at least one or two blanket nests in here, as well as a shitton of fake plants. some glowing vials sit on shelves around the room, little trinkets here and there... it's nice. homey.

he'll let her in! she can probably see where he was curled up in bed. ]

You can read them if you'd like.

[sarkazm]

[it's homier than hers, that's for sure. she likes it-- wiš'adel is pretty much immediately settling next to where he'd been curled up.]

Hey, if you're offering to let me be nosy...

[then give, she's curious.]

[fried]

[ he will scoot over to sit with her, fluffing his tail out in her lap.

he shows her his letters! ignore the grief emotion that he's feeling. it's just something he has never dealt with and will continue to not deal with. ]

[sarkazm]

[she combs through his tail with one hand as she reads through the letters, quietly setting aside that grief coming from him: her own emotions are kind of morose, despite her response being-]

Jeez, talk about mister popular, huh?

[fried]

[ this is what happens when ALL OF YOUR CR DIES WEEK AFTER WEEK

anyway, he snorts. ]

Ah, I wouldn't say that. It's more that I'm the most visibly pathetic of all of you. [ yaaay self deprecation ]

I thought it was a joke, at first.

[sarkazm]

Nah, that's still Anders.

[dunks on him dunks on him]

I would've, too, except what I got was definitely from her.

[which she passes over. swapsies.]

[fried]

[ he laughs a little at this, as he reads it. ]

This does sound exactly like her. [ a little teasing, but his emotions are sincere: ] She loves you, too.

[sarkazm]

[ugh, sincerity. gross.]

Whatever. She has bad taste

[ANYWAY.]

So did you talk to Shadowheart or Anders yet?

[fried]

[ hehehe ]

I spoke with Anders, but his message was similarly crossed out. I'm not sure what she was trying to tell us, exactly. Or what any of them were trying to tell us, I suppose.

[sarkazm]

[she just huffs and leans against him.]

Great, because we really needed more mysteries!

[fried]

[ makes it easier for her to settle. ]

More mysteries, of course, but... we are sure they're safe, now.

[ which makes it a little easier. not a whole lot, because it's very clear by how he's feeling that he's missing some people intensely, but it's something. ]

[sarkazm]

... yeah, we are.

Does hearing from 'em help?

[fried]

It doesn't hurt.

[ he is glad to hear from them. genuinely. ]

I suppose it makes it easier and harder to stay alive.

[sarkazm]

Hey, don't go and run off on us-!

[she flicks one of his ears, annoyed.]

You know we need you over here, right?

[fried]

Ow.

[ WAH ]

Yes, yes - I'm not going anywhere, not by choice.

[sarkazm]

You'd better not be. I'll reverse haunt the absolute shit out of you.

[fried]

[ help ]

Reverse haunt. I see. [ he nudges her. ] I mean it. I intend to stay as long as I can.

[sarkazm]

... good. I'm gonna hold you to that.

[a bit of the anxious undercurrent from yesterday returns, but-- there's something in her emotions that, much as she hates being exposed like this, is unmistakably affectionate. warm. fond.

she just nudges him back.]