childrenofbahamut | Text; un: @Emissary

Weirdly, dogs don't need to die to get an answer to something. Wonder if maybe they're smarter than cats here.

On the contrary, I think dogs are just comfortable not having some answers.
Cats though always seem to want to know more.

Both are perfectly fine ways to be.

I think dogs can just smell the moonshine in your bathtub from a whole other country and realize they in fact don't need to try it.

That's also fair
I think most animals would realize this biohazard and steer clear

[ Not to mention his own rank vibes. ]

Which is why I am telling my boyfriend to please be smarter than animals, which are already doing the common sense thing.

Listen I'm not opposed to moonshine but I don't think that's what you actually made in your tub.

And what do you think I created then?

[ Wrong answers only, Angeal. ]

I'm pretty sure the answer is some new form of chemical warfare, judging by all the responses.

[And attempted arson.]

probably not far off
though I have plans already to refine the recipe yet

I have questions about your idea of what "refine" means.

And you're free to ask them, I assure you, even if I suspect you won't enjoy the answers.

Nope.

So I think I'll just keep my nerd boyfriend from having moonshine more in the future, if he lets me.

Your

Is there anyone here who isn't Elidibus' boyfriend or romantic interest?

[ Ardyn, don't play yourself like this. ]

[...................well if he's going to frame it like that]

Well, only the people who weren't there in the simulation with him. The simulation honestly didn't have a huge population for some reasons or another, and Elidibus is a real free love sort of guy. I think he made it a goal to kiss every single one of us (consensually) - and he succeeded!

That included a version of you, by the way, so watch out. He really rehabilitated you.

[ For a moment, he's glad this is a written exchange so Angeal can't see the way his face screws up at that. It goes against what Elidibus just told him previously, so that begs the question: Who here is lying to him? ]

I'm aware there was a version of me there
Though I doubt I was as tamed as I wanted people to believe

[ Yes and no, but Ardyn is only making guesses on the limited information he has. ]

[Hey wait this isn't what happened at all. This injustice must be righted.]

Angeal is telling half-truths. The Ardyn there could barely stand my presence. Even in the orgies we kept a respectable distance.

Your rehabilitation was done entirely by others.

Not counting Angeal's household I took seven or eight romantic partners. Or nine? Far from the entire simulation. There were lesbians present.

[ On the one hand, Elidibus seems overall so far sincere enough that Ardyn could believe he's just trying to correct a misunderstanding.

On the other, Ardyn is a lying snake in the grass waiting for the right moment to strike so- Why wouldn't someone else be? A lot to consider. ]

But you're claiming I was rehabilitated after all, which
Congratulations(?) to whatever poor soul managed that. I'm sure I didn't make it easy.

Nine is still quite a large swath of the population if there were so few of you there
It's also just a large number in general when most people settle for simply one

As mentioned before, that iteration of your person and I were not friends. We were cordial at best, and thus I do not know the intricacies of his personal relationships with his partners. You did fight to save our home in that place on more than one occasion, however.

Hence, rehabilitated. A bit of an assumption.

As for the number, you would be surprised what manages to occur when the nature of the place alters your way of thinking and feeling slightly. Had I been in my own world, in my own time, I most likely would have only taken a single individual for my own. In the Simulation? Such a place changes you.

Ultimately, my partners were all willing, and each dear to me in differing ways. All knew of one another, of course.

Sounds like a difficult position to be in.
Granted, I know of several of other likely difficult positions people there were put in thanks to that place's influence.

I probably figured it was in my best interest for the place I was residing in to remain existing.
But who knows!
He isn't me and I'm not him
So looks like we'll to see how efforts to 'rehabilitate' me here go

Generally speaking, it is best to keep the place you live in as intact as possible.

Although.

If we are to use 'rehabilitation' by its true definition.

One may claim myself as rehabilitated.

oh?
obviously, you have a fun streak if you if this night is any indication
but I struggle to think of you as needing proper training

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[There's not even a text response. Just a simple doodle.]

:(

[He just wants to antagonize the Final Fantasy antagonist, Elidibus. It's in his blood as someone dating two other antagonists, and is technically an antagonist himself.]

It is important to note I did not date the man. I am not nearly as charismatic as you portray.

[He doodles back what appears to be himself and Angeal on their first date. There are artistic liberties taken in the form of hearts surrounding them at the dinner table. Angeal's chest is lovingly detailed.]

[Well, it's always good to see his boyfriends' priorities in order. Always one to indulge them all whenever he can like a huge sap who would betray the military for his boyfriend, Angeal starts to add to the doodle. Primarily in the form of the plants that were surrounding them at the time. They're fairly accurate, although he makes sure not to go too wild on the details. Not too much space on a rock and all.]

You're ridiculously charismatic, actually, and have a heart too big for sense sometimes.

[Even as much as Angeal knows his boyfriend can be, like... just intensely batshit. On account of being intense. Which is also a personal problem- i mean taste of his.]

Couldn't let me get away with it for even a couple minutes, huh?

Even when there is nothing else left of me, I am love, and love I shall remain. Beyond all else.

I had thought it was longer.

The bathtub moonshine truly performs strange alterations on one's senses. That of time included.

Sounds like someone needs to lay down and be fussed over. I'll drop by with some goodies.

Wrap?

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