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[natzoom]

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[natzoom]

Yes it does, because you're dead but not DEAD.

[moondregs]

I really wonder about that.

I’d be eighteen today.

[natzoom]

TODAY??

why didn't you say anything before????

[moondregs]

I didn’t want anyone to make a big deal about it. I don’t really care.

It’s just made me think a lot this last week. About what I even am anymore.

[natzoom]

Oh. Well. I care.

What do you mean?

[moondregs]

Like maybe it all is just the dream of a dying brain. One day it’ll just stop. When I truly stop.

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be worrying you with thoughts like this. I wish I was more normal.

[natzoom]

It's all right. I mean, it isn't, but

It makes me feel better that you trust me enough to share things with me, even if they're sad or frightening.

I'd rather you tell me than try to handle it all on your own.

[moondregs]

Just having you around has helped so much.

[natzoom]

Oh.

Well. Good. I'm glad.




I DID make you something, though. Can I bring it over?

[moondregs]

That quickly?!

[natzoom]

Maybe~





No, I already had it made, this is a coincidence.

[moondregs]

You always manage to amaze me with your talent, can you blame me for thinking it was a possibility?

Sure, I'm here.

[natzoom]

Well, if I'd done it that quickly it'd be something dumb like...macaroni art. I will not be giving you macaroni art, I have higher standards.

Okay, on my way. I need to buy more thread, do you need anything?

[moondregs]

No, I’m fine. I’ll leave the door unlocked.

[natzoom]

[He's gonna bring along the little tiny cucumbers from the market anyways~ Birthday cukes.

But then his arms are full so it takes some readjusting and muttering before he can get the door open.] Gotta just -- get this -- the knob --

[Happy birthday, Junpei, your entryway is full of spilled cucumbers now.]

[moondregs]

[ Junpei had been in the kitchen, but the sound of veggies hitting the floor has him in the front room in an instant. His eyes go wide as he scrambles to pick up the cucumbers, trying to resist the strong urge to just start feasting on them right off the ground. ]

There’s so many! You didn’t have to get this much!

[natzoom]

There was a sale! [Natsume is an incurable bargain-hunter, okay. He waves one of the cucumbers at Junpei, sternly.] No eating until I wash them.

[He sees your bunny urges.]

[moondregs]

[ Very rude to wave the temptation right in front of him, but he keeps himself from chomping air. ]

I eat things out of the woods all the time but all right, let’s go to the kitchen.

[natzoom]

[Huffy noises, with his arms full of cukes.] That's different.

[It's not, at all. But Natsume will reach out with his tail to coil it around Junpei's arm and gently tug him back for a cheek smooch.] Aslo: hello. How are you?

[moondregs]

[ The kiss surprises him, but he’s quickly returning it in kind with a little laugh, reaching out a hand to scratch behind a kitty ear. ]

We woke up together this morning. It’s only been a couple hours.

[natzoom]

Three and a half hours. [Natsume corrects this loftily, ears twitching a couple times at the scritches. Then he's scooping up the cucumbers and going to wash them, letting his tail drag up over Junpei's arm and shoulder. Flirty tail.]

[moondregs]

[ It makes a shiver run through Junpei’s body as he follows after, a dreamy smile forming on his face that he would say was goofy if he could see it. ]

Can I help you somehow? I mean ... I know you said you just need to wash them, but ...

[natzoom]

[Natsume is getting better at keeping his tail coordinated, reaching out to open the cupboard with it so he can grab the colander. Just -- helping himself to all the kitchen doodads.]

You can sit. [So bossy!] I'm making lunch. And no peeking in my bag.

[moondregs]

[ Well now his eyes are looking towards the bag curiously! But he’s an obedient bunny and takes a seat at the kitchen table. ]

There’s more than the cucumbers? Natsume ...

[natzoom]

[A very good bunny. Natsume rummages through the cupboards, gathering together some leftovers -- mostly vegetables that he remembers buying, a few things that he's going to pretend were not stolen from someone's garden. He's not a good cook, but salads are easy. Just put a bunch of stuff in a bowl.

Then he smiles brightly over his shoulder, refusing to be dissuaded.] Of course. The cucumbers were on the way here, and in my bag is what I made yesterday. Or, ah, what I've been working on. I've tested it, it should work very well. But you have to be patient, because I can't cut lettuce and show you at the same time.