[ Griffon always thinks it's amusing when she goes hard against him. V just smiles, shaking his head in amusement. ]
It was good, to come home. [ He closes his eyes for a moment. ] I think about the house burning down. About never going home... more than any of his other memories.
It would help if there was a different word for an inherited memory.
[ Something that acknowledged how deeply he shares the hurt of those memories, but also acknowledged that it wasn't really V who looked up at those flames. He shrugs about it, he's a nerd but he's not about to try to invent his own word. ]
So I promise to come back, and you promise the door will be open.
Hey, hey, Nerd. You gotta install a rope I can pull to get that door open.
Don't forget the bath salts. They're in the blue-tinted jar one the lip of the tub. I'll steep up some tea while you're in there.
[She left them out on purpose. His muscles are welcome in advance.
She gets the fruit and eats her cake and Griffon gets some too, as they banter back and forth on the topic of whether or not as a tenant Griffon can and should lobby for a new, avian-friendly door opening mechanism to be installed.
Hakuno scores immediate, notable points by innocently asking if he thinks Shadow might want her to cut in a lower door or sectional to navigate, too.]
[ Somewhere in that time, Shadow slips past them both to go lie outside the closed bathroom door. V finds the creature there when he comes out and-- Pauses before readjusting his balance to step over the demon. He's never lived in a confined space with it before, it's not terribly convenient to him sometimes.
V comes back down with Shadow at his heels. With his precious sweater from Santa too gross to wear right now, he comes back in a short-sleeved tunic. Now that all of the familiars are here, all of his tattoo have settled in place. They had been talking about growing and changing, some of that has been physical for him. He had been withered when he'd arrived, and now he's who he remembers. ]
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[It's a faint but key distinction.]
You've got goals and a home and boots and a friend, at the very least.
[Is that worth taking pride in, for him?]
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[ Griffon always thinks it's amusing when she goes hard against him. V just smiles, shaking his head in amusement. ]
It was good, to come home. [ He closes his eyes for a moment. ] I think about the house burning down. About never going home... more than any of his other memories.
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[She says, as if she isn't a total marshmallow when it comes to the both of them.]
This isn't one of his memories. It's yours.
[His memory, and his home.]
You can always, always come back. I promise. As long as you want to, this door is always going to be open to you.
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[ Something that acknowledged how deeply he shares the hurt of those memories, but also acknowledged that it wasn't really V who looked up at those flames. He shrugs about it, he's a nerd but he's not about to try to invent his own word. ]
So I promise to come back, and you promise the door will be open.
Hey, hey, Nerd. You gotta install a rope I can pull to get that door open.
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[She rubs a hand over her collarbone, expression turning absent for a moment.
The ones she gets from Gilgamesh...
Well, suffice to say, it has certainly only fueled her decision to look after her friend even more.]
A rope might be a bit conspicuous. How about a trick to get in the attic window?
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[ He's offended!! ]
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[Bird, please.]
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You two argue about that...
[ He really needs that shower. ]
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[She left them out on purpose. His muscles are welcome in advance.
She gets the fruit and eats her cake and Griffon gets some too, as they banter back and forth on the topic of whether or not as a tenant Griffon can and should lobby for a new, avian-friendly door opening mechanism to be installed.
Hakuno scores immediate, notable points by innocently asking if he thinks Shadow might want her to cut in a lower door or sectional to navigate, too.]
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V comes back down with Shadow at his heels. With his precious sweater from Santa too gross to wear right now, he comes back in a short-sleeved tunic. Now that all of the familiars are here, all of his tattoo have settled in place. They had been talking about growing and changing, some of that has been physical for him. He had been withered when he'd arrived, and now he's who he remembers. ]
Did you make a decision?
That that attic room is mine.
[ Did he just make that up? ]