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[truthandcakes]

Who: Anyone!
Where: The fields
When: Day 12, afternoon
What:

*there's some short kid with a metal arm poking slowly through the fields, carefully studying a funky-looking potato. he's got a few other plants collected nearby, as well.*

Wonder what the easiest way to figure out which ones are safe is...

Comments

[approve_dammit]

...probably not.

[hisguardianangel]

Maybe we shoud try to find him. The one who ran the game, I mean.

[approve_dammit]

..yeah, we probably should. See if he'll give us that stuff he took back.

[hisguardianangel]

If he doesn't, we should think of the way to get it back.

[approve_dammit]

*eartufts twitch back*

...dunno if we can.

[hisguardianangel]

If it's ours, we should. And since it's apparently important, I'm not going to give up.

[approve_dammit]

...it's... It's important for Yuki and Apple and the rest. It is.

[hisguardianangel]

And for you, isn't it?

[approve_dammit]

*looks away and shrugs*

...guess so.

[hisguardianangel]

[unsure what he should do]

[maybe find Packrat later]

[approve_dammit]

*it's okay, he's just kinda gonna shrink into himself for a bit now*

[hisguardianangel]

[hesitantly reaches to pet him, though he's looking really all kinds of unsure about it. and trying to smile for him, though he's also... uncertain on it... sorry, Wolf. some amnensiac angels can't do fake teamdere?]

[not that he's trying, it's just that you're so sad. even if you're like a stranger now. familiar stranger. anyway...]

[approve_dammit]

*at this point pettings are welcome even from you right now*

[hisguardianangel]

[okay, petting a little. And somehow feeling a little guilty about it, so he's not sure why.]

[approve_dammit]

*leans into those so hard*

[hisguardianangel]

[o-okay then, earscritching]

[am I doing something wrong...?]

[approve_dammit]

*g-gawd, just. leans against and crosses his arms over his chest, like he's trying to hide against you*

...we gotta get you fixed. It's... It's not right.

[hisguardianangel]

I'm sorry.

[approve_dammit]

...not your fault.

[hisguardianangel]

[that's what you said before, too.] [but alright, I won't say that aloud for now.]

[frowns, briefly hesitating in his pettings]

[approve_dammit]

*sighs*

...you were a moron, but it doesn't mean you guys deserved to get shit taken away. Stupid fucking judges doing whatever the hell they like and saying it's our fault.

[hisguardianangel]

But we made a decision. Those of us who played. There was a choice, and nobody forced us... which one to take...

It was our decision, Wolf, and I'm sorry. I'll try to decide better next time...

[approve_dammit]

Forced you to make a choice though. Doesn't matter. Shouldn't've had to make that choice.

[hisguardianangel]

The fact that - back at home - Lord Rosiel was in danger... because of that, I made a choice to damn some people to save him... it was still my choice and I'm still damned for that if God exists... oh, and who knows if he does!

A choice is a choice, Wolf. Someday everyone will be judged for their choices. That's how Heaven works, I think. Or maybe it's somewhere else.

[laughs a little hysterically, sorry but acting like he likes you so much was tiring. he just wants to like Sapphonis again, is that to much too ask? or forget.]

[approve_dammit]

...don't hate you.