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.
[ he's not surprised snail lost, but as far as mochi... he tells himself not to get upset, because mochi can do whatever he likes, but knowing he let himself be harvested weighs heavy in his chest. ] But you're okay now?
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day 82.
[ 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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Last game involved taking body parts from other people. I let a few take mine.
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