Caeli; Thanks. [ this is a little awkward given their... parting. he didn't have a chance to attention a reconciliation before getting gobbled up by a stupid plant. he's tempted to ask if he's missed him, but that seems kind of presumptuous... even if he did call him 78 times. ]
Caeli; I'll be back home in a little while. I'm a little exhausted.
[ a game must have happened and snail must have lost, because he feels doubly like shit. ]
[ mochi can find him sitting beside a now dead plant covered in goo and blood, though the blood is from his endeavors back home. he has six tails now, and he’s still got those cute furry ears. ]
[ he looks up at Mochi and then down at himself, giving a tired laugh. ] I went back to hell and everything’s over now, they shut it down. [ he shakes a hand out, trying to get some of the goo off. ] And I even went back home.
[ childe certainly pings a little bit differently now. his energy is more stable, and he’s no longer human. ]
[ childe shakes his head. ] I don't want to move. Not right now. I need a few minutes. [ or hours. ] ...just to catch my breath. [ maybe a little more. ] But you didn't answer my question, [ he finally takes his hand, but only to tug him down beside him. ] did you get hurt in the game? I can tell something happened. My taboos are going wild.
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[ mochi isn’t going to get a response. no matter how many hours he waits. ]
[ and it definitely doesn’t look like childe has even popped back into snail since their spat, so ??? ]
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[ also he's just going to take a few minutes to scroll through all of those calls. mochi, mochi are you okay? ]
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Mochi: My phone was in my pocket and it just called on its own.
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Caeli; And this happened 78 times?
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Mochi: Welcome back
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Caeli; Thanks. [ this is a little awkward given their... parting. he didn't have a chance to attention a reconciliation before getting gobbled up by a stupid plant. he's tempted to ask if he's missed him, but that seems kind of presumptuous... even if he did call him 78 times. ]
Caeli; I'll be back home in a little while.
I'm a little exhausted.
[ a game must have happened and snail must have lost, because he feels doubly like shit. ]
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Mochi: There's poison
Mochi: we're in the baths
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Did you get hurt?
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Mochi: Come to the baths.
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I'll be there in a few hours.
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I'm pretty sure a plant puked me up, so I'm covered in ick.
And I'm just... tired.
A lot's happened.
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Caeli; I’m okay.
A lot more resilient than I look.
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[ mochi can find him sitting beside a now dead plant covered in goo and blood, though the blood is from his endeavors back home. he has six tails now, and he’s still got those cute furry ears. ]
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—How'd you get like that in a plant?
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[ childe certainly pings a little bit differently now. his energy is more stable, and he’s no longer human. ]
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Are you okay?
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[ childe shakes his head. ] I don't want to move. Not right now. I need a few minutes. [ or hours. ] ...just to catch my breath. [ maybe a little more. ] But you didn't answer my question, [ he finally takes his hand, but only to tug him down beside him. ] did you get hurt in the game? I can tell something happened. My taboos are going wild.
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