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[absentconstellation]

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[absentconstellation]

[ He might use it as a death trap. Maybe. ]

You also don't feed on fear and the leavings of war. It was only an interesting detail.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Gross.]

So your world's got creepy nightmare birds, thanks, good to know. Mine's got floating space calamari with names like gargling a mouthful of nails, but those have nothing to do with cats or birds.

But hey, you ever want me to owe you a favor, find me some apple juice. That's what Davesprites feed on.

[absentconstellation]

I shall keep it in mind.

Is there anything else you would like to know about my world?

[mrcreamsicles]

Hmm...

[His head tips back a bit as he mulls it around.]

Nah, not really. Maybe if I get bored I'll come bug you about it another day.

What about you, you want to know more from mine?

[absentconstellation]

I would love to hear everything about your world. But perhaps we should save that for another time.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite gives him a thumbs up.]

Sure thing. And keep safe out there, yeah?

[He's sure something is going to happen before long when some people still have their weird eyes. There's the faint glow still visible behind his shades marking him as one.]

[absentconstellation]

You as well. Be safe, Davesprite.