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[Light]

She takes it and nibbles on it watching him. "You told Denny and Garris yet?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I wanted to eave without telling them," He answers softly, smacking Cthulu's fleshy tentacle that had settled on his lap

[Light]

She coos at the tentacle and lightly pats it, "I think they won't appreciate that very much."

[CrimsonMoon]

" of course not, but if they worry as much about me as i do them... Then...." He sighs

[Light]

"Then they'll jump on the next ship after you leave and follow you." she leans forward and pinches his cheek, "for someone so smart, your pretty dense Rori. Like your dads going to just let you leave and fight--no start--a war. Densil's probably gonna be more mad that you didn't at least tell him and follow Garris to demand an explanation."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yeah but--"

(I think i wanna give Rori a super irish accent xD)

[Light]

( lol XDD I think it would fit him pret-ty well! )

"No buts," she interrupts while letting go of his cheek, "Rori, even if you are super careful, you could-could DIE out there." she frowns and grips her dress, "and you would be leaving them without saying bye."

[CrimsonMoon]

" ..." Rori bites his lip and withers, pokig the flesh tentacle

[Light]

"See?" she picks up the plate and bowl, placing them both on the tray.

[CrimsonMoon]

" They'll be sad, or mad, or worried..... I don't want that," he murmurs

[Light]

"But they'll know, and not be thinking its your fault that you're gone." she moves the tray in her lap, "Tell them while you still have them to talk to."

[CrimsonMoon]

He taps the tentacle and puts his arm around her, hugging Mesa," Ok... Whatever,"

[Light]

"don't whatever mean," she playfully pokes his ribs, "i'm the one who feeds yoooou,"

[CrimsonMoon]

" You POISON me," he smirks, picking her up under one arm amd ealking down the beach

[Light]

"Poison? So my cake displeases the prince, guess I should just stop making it then. My tea must be terrible as well, so it's gotta go." She huffs a bit rolling her eyes--what was with people and carrying her?

[CrimsonMoon]

" It is delicious poison!" He protests quickly, glomping her

[Light]

"Mhm, you say that now--right when you're about to lose it." she reaches up and lightly pats hits head, "Such a Rori."

[CrimsonMoon]

He pats her head back, swinging her around," Young'un e retorts

[Light]

She squeaks kicking her legs, "You're gonna drop me...!" she laughs holding onto him, "Such an old meaner!"

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori just swongs her around more in response