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Characters: Signless and open, but hopefully Romano as well!
Setting: Anywhere and everywhere. He's exploring the tower.
Format: Either is fine
Summary: Signless woke up with a leash on. He's going to find out where it goes, and run into shenanigans on the way.
Warnings: Nothing yet except Signless' language o/

Yesterday had been... busy. Between waking up in a strange place and getting lost, running into a couple of troll kids, and then saving Psiioniic from a creepy dickwad, he was pretty tired. Thankfully, Psiioniic had apparently been given the same room as him, so he could keep an eye on him as he slept.

He'd always suffered from insomnia, particularly when he had visions. So it took for fucking ever to fall asleep, and when he woke up that morning to find a weird orange and violet leash type thing attached to the collar at his throat, Psiioniic was still asleep.

But he didn't want to just sit around with this stupid leash thing on. It was pissing him off. At least Psiioniic didn't seem to have one - that would probably freak him the fuck out, given how messed up he already was.

He ripped a page out of his dream diary and scrawled a quick note on it I'M JUST OUT FOR A BIT. DON'T PANIC. DON'T LET ANYONE FUCK WITH YOU UNTIL I GET BACK, IF YOU CAN POSSIBLY MANAGE A FEAT OF THAT EXTRAORDINARY DIFFICULTY. and then left, following the leash as best he could to try to figure out where it led.

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Not a horn in sight. And their hair is all shades! It's really strange, I don't think they have anything like a blood color caste.

Wow, that's really fucked up. But I like it. [He grins] Sounds like I need to learn more about these aliens.

I'm pretty sure you'll like them. Pawsitive even. One spoke of a world where everyone was equal and voted on who was in charge.

[Blink] Hey, that sounds...pretty interesting. That really works?

He seemed to think so. I can't say for myself...It sounded like a perfect world.

Nothing's perfect. [He speaks gently, though. He rubs her back quietly] Hey, what were you painting on the wall, anyway?

He--yeah. Nothing's perfect. [Her voice turns sheepish and almost a bit shy] After you died, I wrote your words...anywhere I could think of. It kept them alive. Kept you in mind. I couldn't let your words die after all. [She breaks out of the hug to tug him over and show him]

[Oh god. He isn't sure he's ready for this. But he lets her drag him over and he looks at the paint, his eyes a little wide]

Fuck...Di. That's really sweet.

[It's a little nuts, too. But what else can he say? Besides, mostly he's just blown away by the depth of devotion he has inspired. He can scarcely comprehend it]

I know it's a bit much but...I was the only one left. Someone had to keep the ideas alive right?

[She smiles back at him but doesn't fish out her necklace. One big post death revelation at a time]

If I wrote it everywhere, your ideas wouldn't disappear. Maybe someone would read it and things would change, just a little.

[And she went a little off the deep end. These things happen]

[He's still in shock, but he leans over and gives her a kiss] Thanks, Di.

[She returns the kiss shyly, her smile sliding into a grin]

On a less 'record-keeper' note, I missed you so much. You, just you. Not what you were for everyone else.

[He gives her an equally shy smile, flushing] I don't even know what to say.

You don't have say anything. This is purrfect.

[She glances back at the wall] Purrhaps I shouldn't paint anywhere else if you're here.

[He laughs softly] Hey, do what you like. If you want to paint, I guess I can't stop you. And maybe it'll get some people interested. I've already recruited our first sea dweller.

The heiress! Yes I met her before. She helped me out with a weird human! It's still really weird having a highblood defend other trolls...

[She BEAMS] We can do better here I think. A lot of the wrigglers don't seem to care about blood castes. Maybe things did get better...

Yeah, she's pretty weird. But I'm not complaining. With someone like her on our side, we could have a chance. [He pauses, then smiles] That's great. Maybe what I did wasn't completely fucking useless, after all.

It was never useless. [She says it automatically and firmly, like a truth she just knows] You haven't gotten into trouble right?

[She's sweet. He combs fingers lightly through her hair] What kind of question is that? I never get into trouble! Certainly not on purpose.

If there's trouble, you're in it. Maybe not on purrpose but still there.

[Siiiiiiiiigh] This is so fucking unfair. You don't give me the tiniest bit of credit. At all.

I give you pleeenty of credit.

Credit for being constantly up to my horns in alligators. [Grins]

Ah the truth hurts! [GRIN] It's impawsible for you to stay out of things.

[Eyeroll] I'm horrible, I know. [Pause] So, you want to say hi to Psi?

A horribleness I missed. [She lights up and nods] Yes! He's been okay right?

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