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[maellum]

I just... do? I don't know. He can be really annoying and say dumb things, but he cares. He was the only one that understood that I needed to bury Gustave. The only one that listened.

[sophielicious]

/... Explain the latter./

[maellum]

That he listened? It's... Lune and Sciel, we all swore an oath. "When one falls, we continue." They weren't trying to be cruel.

Verso knew a place. It was beautiful. He buried friends there, too.

[sophielicious]

/No, I know. I heard it before, and I don't think Sciel has a single cruel bone. I just wanted to hear your thoughts before I jumped in.

I'm glad he is in a nice place./

[maellum]

Well... he's here, now. It's not as beautiful, but it's better.

[sophielicious]

/Would you be okay with me meeting Verso again, by the way? I mean, I know he's a sore spot over there, but I want to know if you'd be okay with me engaging or whatever./

[maellum]

I don't know what he is anymore. I think you two would make good friends.

[If the telepathy thing doesn't make him freak out.]

[sophielicious]

/People who have things to hide hate telepaths, FYI. I... Hey, come sleep over?/

[maellum]

I don't know what else more he has to hide. I'm sure he'd appreciate if you were upfront about what you can do. Like you usually are.

[There are two wolves inside Maelle: one, the lonely teenager that's surprised and excited to go sleep over, and two, the frightened teenager that doesn't want to leave Gustave for too long.

However...]

Lune, Sciel, and Gustave probably want some space to talk without me here. Yeah. Okay.

[sophielicious]

/I try to be. Like a 7.6 score on my success rate.

I'll let you sleep on the cuckoo nest. How's that? Although technically, real talk? Cuckoos don't really have nests? They're really asshole birds. Anyway. I'll track you, you know the way around now, right?/

[maellum]

You probably don't want to see what's in Verso's head, anyway. He writes awful poetry.

Yeah. Let me let Gustave know I'm going to stay over and I'll be on my way.

[sophielicious]

/God fucking forbid. Gross. Disgusting.

Yeah. Cool. Do you want something specific to eat? We can go out, too./

[maellum]

It's bad. He's really good at piano, though.

I'm not really hungry but I can maybe do a dessert.

[Just so no one frets.]

[sophielicious]

/I heard it. I also play the piano, he really is good.

Works. Ice cream again?/

[maellum]

Ooh. Now I have to get you both to play for me.

Ice cream. Unless there's better than ice cream.

[sophielicious]

/I haven't played in a while.

Idea: let's try desserts from all over Etraya./

[maellum]

I'm sure he would be happy to help you get rid of the dust.

Okay. See you soon, Sophie.

[sophielicious]

/Ten fictional moneys that he's going to hate me on principle, but okay.

I'm waiting./

[maellum]

Hate is a strong word.

[And there will be one (1) redheaded teenager showing up. She looks a little more pale than usual, bags under her eyes a little darker, but otherwise none the worse for wear. Just tired.]

[sophielicious]

(And there's Sophie Cuckoo, spinning the Maybach's keys around her finger as she feels Maelle approaching. All in all, she seems fine. Good.)

Hey, kiddo.

[maellum]

Hi. Don't worry, no tears.

[Not this time. Sophie's lucked out.]

[sophielicious]

It's only the afternoon, anyway.

(It's a joke, and she says it softly before she catches the keys.)

What if you drive and I drive? For fun.

[maellum]

[That is one hell of a distraction.]

What?

[sophielicious]

... What what? ... How was I not clear?

[maellum]

Umm. Is this like with the eyeliner?

[Also. Maelle is short.]