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I remember him saying he liked cats more than dogs . . . but he really likes Mochi. [ shoyo ends up gradually squeezing the hand he holds a little tighter as silence crawls over that. he's a little nervous. ] We're gonna find him.
[ wherever he is. ]
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[Sunny is as damaged as he is. And mentally, Basil argues he's even more unwell. He's smart, he's capable of taking care of himself...but only to an extent.
The fact he disappeared without a trace is terrifying.]
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shoyo's grip goes tighter. he's afraid of ghosts, the most. but more than feeling afraid of ghosts, he wants to find sunny. ]
Is there . . . A specific spot we have to look in?
[ or is it randomly placed? ]
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[Basil frowns, his nose sniffing the air before he continues. The air is chilly now, and it would be a nice night if it weren't for...everything else.]
I'm not sure...where it might be, if he has a grave. We'll have to try checking as many as we can to make sure there isn't one.
[People from the same world seem to tend to end up clustered together, but since there's nobody else from Basil's world here...]
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[ the time has come, then. quietly, shoyo forces through a nod and starts at the very first row, walking close enough to the tombstones to light up the names with his natural lighting. they'd cover more ground quicker if they split, but. shoyo doesn't exactly want to do that, told by how he doesn't bring it up, nor does he stop pulling basil's hand along. ]
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But somewhere in an upper corner of the graveyard, a bit off from the others, they start a row and Basil stops in his tracks. He stares, wide-eyed, at the gravestone that looks uncomfortably new, with a simple inscription of Sunny's name on it.]
...
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shoyo double takes as basil stops; the amount of light from his skin’s grassy stains shining upon the grave doesn’t change the name on stone. sunny. it says sunny.
there’s silence. just silence, for a good long while, before shoyo’s wet voice breaks in with a crack: ]
. . . Oh.
[ it’s already a nasally, shivering “oh”, with fingers weaving into claws all the more tighter. ]
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Well, bad for two reasons. The first being the more obvious, because it's Sunny. His best friend, Sunny, is gone after he had him here for several long months, just like that. After having spent almost an entire year in Ryslig all by himself, yet...
There's a sense of relief so immense his knees feel weak, and that makes him feel so guilty it makes him sick. Because their relationship had been broken. Tainted. Basil wanted to talk to Sunny, desperately, to if not fix things at least clear the air. And they had talked, but they didn't talk. They avoided each other mutually, nothing of import was said, nothing...had been worked out.
And now it's too late. The chance has been squandered, because back home, Basil isn't sure if closure would be possible. It certainly doesn't seem so, not anymore.
When Shoyo tightens his grip on Basil's hand, the Gargoyle returns the gesture, inhaling on a shaky breath of his own.]
I...I'm s-sorry, Sunny.
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as far as shoyo knew, they tried while they still had the chance to. ]
You did everything, it's okay—
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And as if to convince himself of that, words suddenly come tumbling from his mouth, stuttered and frantic.]
I-it...it's better that he's not here, you know? I...it's not good here...
[He sucks in a shallow breath, blinking hard even though it does nothing to stem the flow of tears rushing down either side of his muzzle, pooling under his chin.]
He...he w-was going to move away...it...it's better......
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Yeah. Y, yeah, I get you. [ he's sad he isn't going to see him. he's sad that he's even feeling someways selfish, but he knows the best option wasn't here at all. ] Where was he going?
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[And that part was maybe what upset Basil the most, when he first learned about it. Because he didn't know if he'd ever see Sunny again...and the secret they'd been sitting on all of this time would remain buried for the rest of their lives. It was a haunting prospect to consider.]
Just...away. S-somewhere...he could get better.
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it was something more. but rather than pressing, shoyo pats the space between the gargoyle’s wings. ]
. . . I wanna think that’s where he is. Doing that. [ not in the ground, or in the stars. it’s like kaito said— what if? ] And maybe he is. I didn’t see a funeral. Did you?
[ or a ghost. for all they knew—
he really could’ve been elsewhere. it was comforting to think so. ]
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Not him. Anyone but him.]
He has to be back home. ...he has to be.
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Want me to walk you home, or— Wanna stay here a bit more?
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...n...no. We can go home.
[And he's not sure he can go home by himself, like this. He's thankful Shoyo is willing to walk with him, really.]
we can call that a wrap maybe! 🧡
[ shoyo does the same thing basil did when they met up: he searches, finds the gargoyle’s hand, and keeps it tight in his, leading the way in the night of the moon and the glow of his skin and fur. he keeps close to him, checks on him— makes sure they’re not getting lost in their thoughts.
it’s awfully quiet, except for some possible back-and-forth, but other than that? it still felt like mourning, no matter how hard they tried to make it like that. ]