AUDIENCE FOR: Emet-Selch

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[ they will take it! aquila puts their gloved hand over the key, and after a few moments, one of the stars at the bottom lights up and remains lit. ]

There you go. Float Like a Butterfly's all yours.

[ et voila! emet now has access to float like a butterfly! as described on the menu, it will allow him to grow a pair of wings for one hour. ]

[ktiseos]

Appreciated, Aquila.

[he takes the key back and stows it away, with a nod.]

I presume you've been kept busy today?

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It's Thursday.

[ so, yeah. they rub the back of their neck. ] Always busy, whether I'm on weekend duty or not.

[ktiseos]

As expected-- but if you've the time for now, then I've no objection to staying a while.

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[ they tilt their head for a moment, and then nod. ]

Sure, yeah. Let's. Anywhere you wanna go?

[ktiseos]

Lup said there is a garden upon the station.

[it sounds nice, honestly.]

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[ they make a noise, a little thoughtful, and put their hand on emet's good arm. ]

Garden it is.

[ and then consume them both with flowers. it's pride's garden! you modded this game i dont need to tell you whats in here.

aquila takes in a deep breath when they arrive, pulling their hand back. ]

[ktiseos]

[i assume you meant with shadows but i love the image of them being consumed in flowers.

they pull their hand back, though, and emet just. reaches out to set a hand on their back.]

...she was right. It is peaceful enough, here.

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[ please im so tired

but, yes! they are consumed with SHADOWS and then there are flowers everywhere. aquila tenses just a tiny bit at first when they're touched, but relaxes into it after a moment. ]

Mhm. Y'know me, I like flowers. Do you have a favorite? Never asked.

[ktiseos]

I have never particularly cared enough to favor one over others, no. But I have become a bit more familiar.

[he finds a spot to sit in the garden, guiding aquila along with him.]

Forget-me-nots, mayhap.

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[ they will go! they don't seem to mind.

forget me nots, though... ] Huh. Wouldn't have expected that. Any reason why?

[ktiseos]

I should think the name says enough of them, does it not?

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[ gay. they laugh a little. ]

Fair enough! Y'know, I heard one of the other participants talking about how they have meanings.

[ aquila hops up from the seat, and wanders over to go pluck up a forget-me-not, offering it with a flourish. ] You should go look them up, sometime! Might be fun.

[ktiseos]

Estelle spoke of them with me, earlier, after receiving some. Of their meanings, as well.

[he takes the flower, not hesitating before tucking it behind his own ear.]

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[ oh

they snort, at that, playfully making picture frame hands. ]

's cute.

[ktiseos]

Oh, stop it--

[shoving at their dumb face]

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[ ehehehe

they bound out of the way, playful. their shadowy wings are back out today! habit. it makes dodging large yaoi hands easier. ]

No. [ nyeh ] You could just say thank you!

[ktiseos]

No, I think not.

[asshole.]

Now come back here.

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Say thank you first.

[ wow ]

[ktiseos]

...oh, fine.

[he huffs out a breath, then gives them a mock-bow.]

My sincerest thanks, you demanding little bird.

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Darling little bird? I heard darling.

[ awful.

they come back over into his space though, after returning the gesture with an overly dramatic bow of their own. ]

[ktiseos]

Of course you did.

[now hold still while he runs his fingers over a shadowy wing.]

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[ sure he can touch! it doesn't really feel like anything - they're cool to the touch, and tragically not very fluffy. they are solid, though!

aquila holds still for this, allowing it. ]

[ktiseos]

[solid is enough. look, maybe he just wants to touch, let him live.

he seems content to do so quietly for now, though, just sitting here in peace for the time being.]

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[ this is fine. pet the bird!

aquila doesn't seem to mind too much. they keep these wings close to their back, generally, so they extend one out for his reach, head moving absently like they're looking at the flowers. ]