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[darkdays]

Two years of parting, then you cross my path again, wagging your tail like a stray after the briefest replay. What was once a bleeding heart is now fickle. Fool. Dog.

And what's changed now, to make a difference? You? The world? Hah.

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Yooo cannonmate

[crooked_tail]

You're calling your Twocane a dog?

awww konoe

[darkdays]

If it barks...

Cat boys for the win

[crooked_tail]

Then it must be a dog. You were forgotten for two years?

[darkdays]

...was I. This is your curiosity, then?

Heads up, I'm pretty rusty ;-;

[crooked_tail]

It sounds like a very long time to be forgotten for.

same here!

[darkdays]

You underestimate the potential for neglect of any master.

[crooked_tail]

Could my Twocane be capable of that too?

[darkdays]

...no. You wouldn't be so fortunate. You... you're meant to know true suffering.

[crooked_tail]

Why?

[nither]

Your nostalgia's got bite. Figures no one likes to be forgotten.

[darkdays]

Am I a pebble on the road?

[nither]

Yeah, until we're smashed. Then we ain't nothing at all.

[darkdays]

My print isn't so easily removed.

[nither]

That's true, or you wouldn't be scratching at memory's door.

[The teenager lazily waves his hand from the wrist.]

Well, try see it through.

[darkdays]

How earnest.

[nither]

I get flak for it, but lying is a tiresome thing.

[darkdays]

Only because you don't do it well.

[nither]

I play it straight, especially when folks want me walking circles.

[darkdays]

Always so much easier to play the revolutionary... isn't it?

[nither]

Naw, I'm just trimming the fat to get to the meat.

[darkdays]

You might hit bone.