Turns out there are still a couple surprises left...

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Who: Death and Death
What: Daisies. Confusing, confusing daisies.
Where: 307 Miller
When: Febuary 14th
Warnings: Very confused anthropomorphics. I... really don't see more intense warnings being a thing. :p



Even though she doesn't need to eat any more, Death still very much likes to. Almost as much as she likes to cook. She's already made cupcakes for roughly half the town, so naturally she's starting the day off by making heart shaped pancakes. It would be easier to shape them if she could still shape the fabric of reality.

At some point a vase full of daisies appeared on the table, but she isn't paying much attention to it yet.

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And because today is apparently the day of impulsively doing things and not being sure why, her response to that is to step over and hug him. Because that's what you do with a giant skeleton. "I'm so glad! It... means a lot."

Why? She's still not sure but it does.

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And it means a lot that she thinks it means a lot. Though he's gotten a bit lost as to the reason behind that. But what do, hugs? Er... skeletal hug back?

I'M...GLAD AS WELL.

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She's just going to... hold the rather awkward position for now. Skeleton hugging. It's a thing now.

"I... just never really thought about it, before. I don't know, I've never really... I mean, I loved my family, but this is.. it's different. Good different, I think. I'm babbling."

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Yes. It is.

IT'S...CONFUSING.

Death, always cut's to the chase of things.

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Ten billion years old and confused by her own emotions. "But... I think I like being confused. With you."

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YES. IT'S...RATHER NICE.

FOR CONFUSION.

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"If I have to be confused with anyone, I'm glad it's you." She still hasn't moved. Leaning against his rib cage seems to be more comfortable than one would expect.

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Apparently so. He hasn't said anything about it either.

MAYBE WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT. ...TOGETHER THEN.

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"That... sounds pretty good, doesn't it?" She can't help thinking that she could definitely get used to it. Get used to a lot of things.

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YES....IT DOES.

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"It's... never really been a word I've needed to use. Not like this, anyway." Together. The two of them.

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NO... NEITHER HAVE I.

Well it makes...sense in a way....ish...

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Death giggles. "What a pair we make." So confused by feelings. At their ages.

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YES...I SUPPOSE WE ARE A PAIR....AREN'T WE?

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"I... guess we are. I have to admit I never expected that to happen." Not to her. She's Death for crying out loud. How would that even work?

Well. With anyone else.

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I DON'T BELIEVE I'VE EVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT.

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"Me neither. Ten billion years and it just... never occurred to me." Until now, of all times, of all places.

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I'M NOT SURE IF I COULD.