but like, as she's leading him through the spa - she makes some joke, ruffling his hair, and the stardust explodes over them again. i'm sorry you have to read this whole thing it's important]
[ah... hm. there are a few things to focus on here, a few things he notices - but the most pressing one is this.]
Wait... When he talked about being angry and mentioned people not seeing how they're important and volunteering to die, why it did seem like he was talking about you? Weren't you kind of one of the people in charge? And - Clementine wasn't from the space station...
[poor rupert being the one with the most brainwashing that cyoa is still very funny]
I don't... have any idea. But I know that kid. Sora, I think. [she says, after a moment.] Like, it feels like... like it did actually happen to me? Not like I was just watching it.
[whatever he starts to say, it's interrupted as stardust settles around them and they'll both experience a memory of trying to convince a sassy lost child to clean himself up in the stupidest way possible.]
Actually, not sure if it qualifies as a spell or a byproduct of a blessing someone had. [he kind of makes a face.] Eternal happiness, apparently. Which... somehow made everyone in his general vicinity want to start singing...?
[squints a little]
I don't know, I haven't really thought too hard about the logistics of it.
[nodding slowly at that first part, before his expression gets at once more fond and more melancholic.]
His name was Wenceslaus. He was... a handful, as you could see, but he could be really sweet, too. His parents weren't in the picture anymore, so he had to live on his own for a while. It meant he was really independent, but also kind of a brat.
Yeah. We tried to, at least. [but he doesn't want to bring the mood down too much, so:] Considering that when we met when he tried to scam me out of money, and we got to the level where he let us give him piggyback rides, I think we did pretty decent.
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[off they goooo]
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but like, as she's leading him through the spa - she makes some joke, ruffling his hair, and the stardust explodes over them again. i'm sorry you have to read this whole thing it's important]
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Wait... When he talked about being angry and mentioned people not seeing how they're important and volunteering to die, why it did seem like he was talking about you? Weren't you kind of one of the people in charge? And - Clementine wasn't from the space station...
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long pause]
What the fuck. [she's ignoring the first part but] I was... in charge, but uh, this doesn't look like anywhere from the station? It. That wasn't my...
Wait. No, it was my memory. [she sounds SO confused.]
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...I don't get it.
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I think - that was the other one. The other me. The one that Cloud and Clementine know.
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[but he was unfortunately too brainwashed to register it at the time. it's fine.]
I wonder what that means, though...
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I don't... have any idea. But I know that kid. Sora, I think. [she says, after a moment.] Like, it feels like... like it did actually happen to me? Not like I was just watching it.
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Huh. Like... He seemed familiar just in the memory, or he still seems familiar now?
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Maybe. [she just makes the :nyeh: face]
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[whatever he starts to say, it's interrupted as stardust settles around them and they'll both experience a memory of trying to convince a sassy lost child to clean himself up in the stupidest way possible.]
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Why were you singing.
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[hm]
Actually, not sure if it qualifies as a spell or a byproduct of a blessing someone had. [he kind of makes a face.] Eternal happiness, apparently. Which... somehow made everyone in his general vicinity want to start singing...?
[squints a little]
I don't know, I haven't really thought too hard about the logistics of it.
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[this is her answer to everything]
Who was the kid?
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His name was Wenceslaus. He was... a handful, as you could see, but he could be really sweet, too. His parents weren't in the picture anymore, so he had to live on his own for a while. It meant he was really independent, but also kind of a brat.
[that's said with clear affection though]
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[be nice.]
Looks like you kind of took care of him.
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Yeah. We tried to, at least. [but he doesn't want to bring the mood down too much, so:] Considering that when we met when he tried to scam me out of money, and we got to the level where he let us give him piggyback rides, I think we did pretty decent.