[Irene squawks at Finley's change, burbling as she rubs her beak against her - before she sighs, and shifts into a hare probably for the first time in several days.]
[And its fine, the blood is hashtag aesthetic.]
Yes, of course. [And he leans in, pressing a kiss against his lips.] We've come so far. Let us continue.
[Irene snuggles up against her. Just the way it should be.]
Yes. [He says, quietly - again his arms wrap around him, keeping him close.] No matter what...you have a great detective to believe in. Always remember that.
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[He strokes over the other's hair, frowning sadly.]
I'm sorry to hear that. it sounds like...they desperately wanted you to succeed, even at their own expense.
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[ So. That really sucked a lot. But let's be real, Kotetsu is the same kind of creature, so... he can't throw stones. ]
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[Yeah, it does ring familiar, with what he's heard from Kotetsu before. He's at least happy he won't pull something THAT drastic. Hopefully.]
Well, we won't let their sacrifice be in vain. We shall strive to keep the book safe, at all costs.
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Yes... [ Also, sorry, Sholmes. He's probably gotten you kind of bloody from all this? They're both a mess.
Also, Sholmes can probably feel the shift against his back as Finley finally eases into a tiger again. Tired tiger, but tiger nonetheless. ]
No, we won't. I have to see this through to the end, too. Their sacrifice wasn't just for the book... it was for our lives, as well.
[ So, no dying, hopefully. ]
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[And its fine, the blood is hashtag aesthetic.]
Yes, of course. [And he leans in, pressing a kiss against his lips.] We've come so far. Let us continue.
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Mm, yeah...
[ And he reciprocates the kiss. It's soft, but it's there. ]
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Yes. [He says, quietly - again his arms wrap around him, keeping him close.] No matter what...you have a great detective to believe in. Always remember that.
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Kotetsu nods softly, leaning heavy into the holding. ]
My own personal hero. [ There's a hint of a smile, a genuine one, at that. ]