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Sep 22nd, Post-event

[cratecrasher]

[Bright and early, Crash rushed out into the direction of the Palazzo as fast as he could, shifting into the faster travel form as he went.

While he considered knocking on the place's front door, the minotaur stopped to peer about at the mud, still wet and soft beneath his claws. Surely it wouldn't be rude if he walked around to check for dragon tracks or a freshly dug pangolin lizard burrow, right?

Still in his travel form, Crash decided to do just that, sniffing and snorting with a decent nose that mostly smelled water and mud, and swiveling his ears for a sign of where Basil might be. He is of course worried about the poor kid, for obvious reasons.]

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[By now, the oddity of the month has passed and Basil's memories of what happened are...fuzzy, at best. Not completely eradicated, but it's all like a bad dream...or maybe it's only bad because he wishes he could go back to the person he was in it. Happier. Far less burdened by the past.

But now he's here, back to normal, and not feeling terribly great because of it.

It's early enough that it's still dark out. It has to be, otherwise Basil would be turning to stone immediately, being out here as he is. He knows he's pushing his luck given how swiftly dawn approaches, but he just wants to be out here right now...alone, among his holes in the ground. Maybe even if the sun rises and he gets caught, it won't be so bad. He'll just sleep in one of the burrows until the evening. Back to being fully nocturnal, and all that.

As Crash approaches the shoreline, he feels the vibrations of his hooves through the mud. It prompts Basil to stiffen and shrink back, far more nervous and fearful than he was before...but this burrow isn't deep like a Pooka's might be. It's little more than a hole in the ground, and should Crash's sense of smell be good enough, he shouldn't have trouble finding him.]

[cratecrasher]

[The scent of something other than dirt seems to get a bit stronger and the mud a bit more solid as this pig gets closer to discovering the burrow.

...

... And then his travel form face pops into Basil's line of sight, just as expressive as in his usual form. The minotaur's brows are furrowed with worry, while his mouth seems lightly curled into a smile.]

Basil? ... Do you want to come out? ... Talk?

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[Basil recognizes him, of course...but he finds himself reflexively shrinking back at Crash's appearance, his ears drooping. Even though his memories are still hazy, he does remember...the Minotaur not treating him so nice, the last time they interacted.

Maybe he dreamed it? But still...it brings up memories of home, and it makes him nervous.]

U-um. T...talk...?

[cratecrasher]

[Crash’s face falls at the extra timid display. It's to be expected, but heartbreaking. Still, the pig snorted an oink while bobbing his head in an exaggerated manner. Likely meant to be read as loudly as possible as a nod.

Besides that, the travel mode minotaur shifted some of earth with one foot before settling down as a meatloaf right then and there. Not so much of a talker himself, but more than ready to listen. Or at least let Basil get reacquainted with his presence.]

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[It does take him a moment, but...Basil does eventually emerge. It's just his nose at first, twitching as he sniffs the air, before he crawls on his knees the rest of the way out. When he comes to a stop it's not too close, but still within clear ear and eyeshot of the Minotaur.]

You're not...mad at me anymore?

[cratecrasher]

[Oh, this poor baby. If Crash could droop any further from worry and utter guilt, he would.]

My creator...

[The pig paused for a moment with a hum, searching for the best way to articulate what he thinks might have happened as far as that fuzzy week went.]

... Cortex. Wanted... that. Instead of me.

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Your...creator?

[Basil echoes Crash's words, unsure if he fully understands exactly what he means by that.]

He...m-made you like that?

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He tried.

[And Crash is trying very hard to get the point across knowing his own limits. All while still processing what exactly went down.]

Never worked... Never. That... never happened.

[In other words, don't feel too sorry for him over something that wasn't necessarily from his canon past.]

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Oh.

[It's a soft response, as Basil too tries to comprehend what it means. It's hard, because his memories of it all are still so hazy, but still...]

So...you didn't mean it?

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[The only reason that Crash doesn't immediately provide a response is that within the next moment, the minotaur poofed with of puff of hairs here and there back into his regular shape. And then he shakes his head.

Even with that, Crash dares to scoot closer to the gargoyle. And if Basil doesn't move from his spot, the pig tentatively started to reach forward and outright scoop the other monster into a hug.]

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[Basil doesn't seem to be going anywhere fast, but he at least isn't trying to get away from Crash, which is the important thing here. He's a little surprised when he hugs him, but honestly it makes sense for someone who uses little words in comparison to his actions. And really, that alone says everything.

So when Crash hugs him, Basil hesitates, just for a moment. Then, he hugs him back, wrapping his arms carefully around his shoulders.]

I...don't remember a whole lot, but...I'm sorry if I said anything that upset you at all.

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Nn-uh.

[For maximum hug, Crash carefully adjusted his head to rest his jaw right across the top curve of Basil's snout. The motion is easy and coming from someone with lots of experience in bumping long faces together.]

Just glad you're okay.

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[It's nice. Comforting. A sort of confirmation that things are okay, even if his memories of them are still a bit unclear.]

I-I am. A little confused, but...I'll be okay. I'm not hurt or anything.