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[jumpie]

[ from the sleepwalking? no.

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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[Basil shakes his head quickly, because the very last thing he wants to think about is something bad happening to Sunny.

Not him. Anyone but him.]

He has to be back home. ...he has to be.

[jumpie]

[ shoyo hopes that there's some loophole they don't know about. that there's just something they don't know and . . . that he really has returned. because that meant that maybe one day— they'd go back home too, right? ]

Want me to walk you home, or— Wanna stay here a bit more?

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[It takes Basil a moment to answer, mostly because he feels like he should stay, even though he really isn't sure he wants to.]

...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! 🧡

[jumpie]

. . . I gotcha’.

[ 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. ]