Their otherwise sudden appearance notwithstanding, there's something deeply natural about both the aconite and the lotus you've apparently grown: like the lotuses in the stream, before, they have the feeling of having been here for years.
You brush against the lotus as you leave, and you feel it: you are powerful, and transcendent; your presence shapes the world (and isn't all of Familia BAD END thus?).
You brush against the aconite, too: rage that stays with you; pain that defines you—that gives meaning.
...But yeah! There sure are some plushes on the couch. You can easily identify them as some of Sashay's vast collection.
Holding it in your hands fills you with a kind of giddiness: your very own familia, but soft and yam-shaped! Truly, your eyes have been opened to an entirely new form of joy.
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You brush against the lotus as you leave, and you feel it: you are powerful, and transcendent; your presence shapes the world (and isn't all of Familia BAD END thus?).
You brush against the aconite, too: rage that stays with you; pain that defines you—that gives meaning.
...But yeah! There sure are some plushes on the couch. You can easily identify them as some of Sashay's vast collection.
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[...oh]
[Maybe it takes him a little longer than initially expected, to leave the circle of growth he's created, if it comes with those kinds of feelings]
[But he does make his way to the couch eventually, covering over the stutter of hesitation as best he can]
[He prods at one of the plushes, uncertain - his own, if it's there]
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Holding it in your hands fills you with a kind of giddiness: your very own familia, but soft and yam-shaped! Truly, your eyes have been opened to an entirely new form of joy.
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[He sets it back down again, gentle - heads toward the bedroom hall]
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You head for the bedroom hallway, and actually there are a surprising number of extra rooms.