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[floorcandy]

[twenty pounds means CATCHABLE and HUGGABLE]

Hey, buddy!

[rootless]

Mikage Mikage Mikage holy shit it's you it's really really-

[clings tightly, inhaling deeply as if to confirm]

[floorcandy]

[hugging to cuddling and petting and holding tight wow shh shhhh]

The one and only. I smell alright? Smell good?

[is just a plain Day 416 Mikage. silver braclet, smelling more strongly of Kitsune now, has one of Firebird's feathers braided into his hair, and is just. very obviously fresh from an average aather.]

[rootless]

[kind of a breathless laugh, a little hysterical but nuzzling him enthusiastically]

You smell like you and like fox, so yeah, pretty good.

[Tempest's so different now, all scarred with long heavy hair and dragon horns and a smile on his face so wide it almost hurts.]

[floorcandy]

Blame my patron for that, she's a snuggler.

[cuddling hard and SO HAPPY to see Tempest, you could almost miss the side-glances at his horns, the flickers of confused alarm at his scars]

[rootless]

[he also does look to be visibly like ten years older, but details]

Foxes tend to be, somehow.

[pulling back enough to look at Mikage as if checking for differences and memorizing him at the same time, framing his face with both hands]

[floorcandy]

Got something on my face?

[rootless]

Just your face.

[kisses his cheek.]

[floorcandy]

[///]

Wait ten seconds and there's gonna be tears on it.

[rootless]

No don't cry.

[floorcandy]

Nope, gonna cry. Guaranteed countdown.

[rootless]

If you cry I'll cry!

[floorcandy]

Then I'll cry more.

Horns aren't Kiriko's style, Tempest. It's been a while, hasn't it?

[rootless]

It's been... a really long time.

[floorcandy]

[points at his face]

[SEE I TOLD YOU]

[TEARS ARE HAPPENING]

How long?

[rootless]

Uhhhh, hundred and five years? Maybe hundred and ten?

[floorcandy]

That's too long!

[rootless]

No shit!

[floorcandy]

[reaches for Tempest's face, patting his cheeks and then stroking into his hair, touching his horns. it's a little while before he speaks, running through different options in his head]

[but, not asking about any of them]

I'm sorry.

[rootless]

[leaning into pets, just... what]

Why are you apologizing?

[floorcandy]

I don't know. I thought I was going to bring you home with me... but that never happened, did it?

[I LEFT SOMEONE I DID WRONG]

[rootless]

That's not on you, idiot! I left!

[floorcandy]

[but]

[WHY]

[rootless]

So don't apologize.

[floorcandy]

... Okay, I won't.