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oct event before the sacrifices
That brings Rosso to Basil's door the afternoon before the sacrifices are set to begin, holding one (1) catfox and one (1) very round owldog.]
Hey, kiddo, [he says, standing in the doorway,] you like animals, right?
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But it's hard, still. He's never been through anything like this before, and the finality of it all really does make it feel like the world is going to end.
The shelter they've found likely isn't much. It's not a permanent sort of home because it couldn't be expected to be one, but what matters is that it's safe, and Basil trusts that anyone trying to barge in and cause them harm won't leave this place intact. Yet Basil can't rest, knowing that in just a few hours from now, a large portion of the Peninsula is going to die.
The guilt threatens to eat him alive, but he's too afraid. So afraid. He and Max promised each other they wouldn't leave the other alone, and so he remains.
His ears perk, eyes widening a little with recognition when Rosso appears at the door. Basil looks as nervous as ever, but a little more gaunt than usual. The flowers that usually grow on his horns are all dead now, just a few withered leaves left.]
Mr. Rosso? [He blinks, looking from the little creatures in his claws to Rosso and back.] Um...y-yes, I do. I remember Alisha...
[He doesn't remember the Dachie, but it does look very similar.]
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[He sets them both down, to let them congregate at Basil's feet.]
The other one's Dachsologie. Or just "Dachie". He's Adrian's.
...listen, kiddo, can you watch them for a bit? They don't need food, and they'll keep to themselves. They're under orders from us to behave. If you've got the space here, I'd appreciate it.
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Oh, I...I can. But...
[...]
Did something happen? If you need someplace to stay, I can ask Gladion if it's okay if you can stay here too...I don't think he'd mind.
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[Rosso really doesn't want to say "we're gonna go sacrifice ourselves" to Basil, who's so anxious and small and sweet. He'll say "fuck" in front of the kid all the time, but he draws the line at making his anxiety worse.]
Adri and I are gonna scope out new places. See if we can find somewhere in all this mess that's flourishing. [It's an easy enough lie to tell.] And taking the animals with us, even if they don't need to eat, is gonna be too hard.
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As Rosso explains, Basil will offer his arms to both Alisha and Dachie, to pick them up if they'd like to be scooped. He's warm all over, like a heated blanket.]
So...you want me to watch them until you've found a place, right?
[Until they come back.
Right?]
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Rosso sets his smile into a thin line. It's hard to lie to the kid like this, and Basil might be smart enough to have him figured out... but he'd like to believe, for his sanity, that Basil simply thinks they're going on a trip.]
Yeah. And if you have to move, no worries. I can sniff you out.
I hope we won't be gone for long. [but you know how this place works.]
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I'll keep them safe. I promise.
Do you know where you're going to go?
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...nah. Just gonna wander until we find it.
["It" being either "the end of the world and the deaths of everyone we love" or "the solution to all this shit via death, which is pretty cool he supposes, thanks God".]
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Promise me you'll stay safe. Please.