( fortunately, she's already sitting up, blearily rubbing her eyes. looks like he caught her just in time, though there's no hiding how she (and her cat ears. and tail.) visibly perks up when he enters. )
[ angelcube cometh. complete with little white angel wings that he's taken to leaving off the cube with people who might Comment About The Fake Angel Thing, but... Sonata is a sweet and polite girl. ]
Sonata, dear. You and Daisy get on quite well, no?
( morning sonata-cube looks vaguely out of it... she's alert, clearly paying attention the moment that the cube manifests, but from the cube expression alone kuja can probably tell she's only just gotten her hands on some coffee for the morning. she's still brewing it... )
Good morning. We do, yes. I like talking to her... did you need me to ask something?
Well... I have to admit I've had little chance to really get to know her, beyond a superficial appreciation for her kindesses. It IS a tad embarrassing, after this long... and I was wondering if you might tell me a little of what she's really like.
[ hunger is a hell of a feeling. do you ever remember in your life, really, starving? Angel Devil had never. Had never. He'd been hungry in his life, in other ways, but never in the pure base animal keening desperate sense of I will become nothing, soon, if I do not eat.
You dream of being hungry. You dream of looking for prey. You're running, body one long sinuous machine as it rockets forward. You run. And run. And run. And the terrain of the deep inner depths of the mist is real to you, now, except it looks a lot like--
something very personal and familiar. it can't be it. it just looks somehwat alike. it just looks alike to the Sekai. You feel yourself slow. You despair. Because this place is Empty.
You thought you had sightedfeltheardscentedsomething deepered something to tear apart, this way. But it's vanished like a mirage, now.
You come to a stop and drop down into the dust with a heavy whuff, and think about that shining star you had glimpsed, so briefly.
there's a leeching cold nestled in your chest that reaches down to gnaw in your stomach, and that darkness whispers, you could have held that heartbeat in your teeth, you could have given it a gift of all gifts.
you scratch at your muzzle with one horrendously big paw and whine, as if that will solve anything.
what else is there left in you to do? even though this dust is itching your fur. you really would like to just lay here. ]
Ah- yes, of course. I'm glad I made a point of grabbing one... I'll start it right now. It takes a very long time to steep, so I can call you when its ready?
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...Sonata? Are you up?
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... G'morning... is something wrong?
( a small yawn... )
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...a little bit, yeah.
Long story short, I need you to help us make... tea.
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day 19, early
Sonata, dear. You and Daisy get on quite well, no?
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two bluebells are here. ]
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Hey, Miss Sonata! Got somethin' for you.
[ It's an impressively hefty stack of notes:
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OH right. ... damn, seven? )
Goodness... thank you, Minuet.
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dream, night 26 or 27 before the midnight flarewolf showdown, whatever works better for ur timeline
do you ever remember in your life, really, starving? Angel Devil had never. Had never. He'd been hungry in his life, in other ways, but never in the pure base animal keening desperate sense of I will become nothing, soon, if I do not eat.
You dream of being hungry. You dream of looking for prey.
You're running, body one long sinuous machine as it rockets forward. You run. And run. And run. And the terrain of the deep inner depths of the mist is real to you, now, except it looks a lot like--
something very personal and familiar. it can't be it. it just looks somehwat alike. it just looks alike to the Sekai. You feel yourself slow. You despair. Because this place is Empty.
You thought you had sightedfeltheardscentedsomething deepered something to tear apart, this way. But it's vanished like a mirage, now.
You come to a stop and drop down into the dust with a heavy whuff, and think about that shining star you had glimpsed, so briefly.
there's a leeching cold nestled in your chest that reaches down to gnaw in your stomach, and that darkness whispers, you could have held that heartbeat in your teeth,
you could have given it a gift of all gifts.
you scratch at your muzzle with one horrendously big paw and whine, as if that will solve anything.
what else is there left in you to do? even though this dust is itching your fur. you really would like to just lay here. ]
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Fanasia? Is everything alright...?
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day 44
attached is a note:
Thanks for the welcome. ]
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( that bunny is getting SO VERY HUGGED- and later, fifi will find a note that simply says, You're welcome, in more ways than one. )