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"Making clothing for your pet...he must be well-loved indeed. Ah, and that this is simply a new one? Have you made him numerous outfits in tune with the seasons!? My goodness, the dedication! It inspires me, even. I had no idea you were deft with the thread and needle either, Ambrose! Tell me, have you ever made clothing for people?"

“Oh, I think I’ve got most of my holiday gifts done luckily! Basil is actually my cat, but he usually lets me put him in cute sweaters, so with it being the holidays I thought… it wouldn’t hurt to make a new one.”

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"Well, it's never too early to make a gift for someone. Consider yourself ahead of the game, even--who is Basil, by the way?"

“It’s been too long since I knitted Basil a new sweater. I wonder if I should start on a Christmas one.” No he doesn’t care that it’s not even December yet, and it’s nice because keeps his hands busy when he can’t do much.

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"Do children not enjoy trick-or-treating anymore!? or is it simply my signs pointing to my home and regarding it as haunted are a bit too much? I thought it would be a nice touch!"

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"Because I am a nice adult. That you like a lot." Like may be going a bit too far. "...That you tolerate, may be more apt!"

"I used to live in a house with a bunch of kids. What makes you wanna think I wanna live with adults?" The treehouse was a lawless land..

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"What! You shot it down so instantly! Like it's the worst thing in the world!"

"Not happening. Bye."

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"You'll just have to come live with me now, won't you? Tragic end for your treehouse, however."

"Wait---! NO!! The treehouse is gone?! It was here when I was last here!"

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"Your idea of fun seems to differ from mine. It also borders on illegal half of the time."

"Somebody's gotta keep it fun around here!"

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"And yet you have not matured in any of the time. Funny that."

"I've been here for almost four years...What the hell?" Where's the time go!

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"Why wouldn't I want to do it? I care about you immensely. It seems only right that I do it for you. Though I do admit it may be a bit extreme, I am very much a "too much" person as they say."

"You really don't need to. I mean unless you wanted but all of that just for me?"

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"I...missed it?" And she's usually so good at birthdays and asking about them!

"Well, that won't do. We must see to having a belated party for you. I insist upon it."

"Well it was a couple months ago. May to be precise"

"First time I didn't celebrate it back at home."

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"...Speaking of namedays,"

"When is your nameday, Mika?"

"Ah geez I forgot about Nagisa's birthday being here for the first time."

"Hopefully she won't hold it against and send me a cake roll for my birthday now..."

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though the nights are long and dark, i'll see you shining bright

happy birthday, my dear tsuru!

art by the lovely suyu on twitter!

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just a note to say i've fully finished dawntrail! won't be moving tsuru's canon point up for a month at minimum. what an expansion...

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She's almost lost him far too many times to burst into tears. Instead, she settles into a comfortable quiet as he holds her. He feels safe, familiar, and most of all like home and she hopes that she feels much of the same for him. They've been through so much together, outside of this city and in it, too. He trembles as he holds her and this too, feels familiar. She pulls away, hands moving to cup his face and hold him in place so that she may look at him properly.

G'raha is the same as he always is, heart on his sleeve and eyes full of tears that are ready to fall at any moment. She's always loved that about him, it proved how good of a person he was. Despite the few spats they had, that he never meant to hurt her, and that whatever differences came between them, they'd always come back together.

And then she kisses him. Once, twice, three times. And she doesn't stop kissing him, peppering his cheeks and forehead with gentle shows of affection. She wants him to know that she doesn't blame him, isn't angry at him, and most of all that she still loves him. One could say that she only ever loves him more. She ends it with one final peck, but she lingers for a moment before finally letting him go so that he's able to stand upright.

And then she lays her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I love you, you know." It's something the both of them already know, but she feels like she should say it anyway.

The surrounding world bled into a singular source, blurring in a smooth, stagnant motion. As the source moved, thus did the motion blur; space bent inward toward the comely silhouette as she penetrated through reality's layers. G'raha's pupils enlarged, as he concentrated on the creasing mouth that smiled upon his return.

G'raha pushed through the half door as if he phased through its molecular structure, crossing the threshold into her heart. The soles of his boots grazed the floor as he glided to her bosom. His arms divided the air that separated their forms and embraced her waist. He tugged her close, intimately pressing his heart against hers, forms flushed together.

Clawed tendrils stretched apart and pressed into the taut flesh beneath the silk gown; he held onto her tightly. G'raha dared not to utter a word, afraid sound would alert his consciousness awake, flinging him from an eon-long dream. He tucked his nose into her neck, breathing in her floral aroma, igniting his senses to trust the reality he occupied. Slowly, he breathed out, tail and ears ducked down as he curled his form inward. G'raha delicately traced his fingers across her sides and descended her arms till their fingers interlaced. He clung tightly, thumbs pressed along her knuckles.

The minutes that lapsed were indistinguishable from the hours; in this moment, all time equalized. Though, G'raha finally ascertained his courage and parted his lips. With notes trembling and raspy, he spoke.

"I shall evermore return home," he confessed, "for my home lies within your heart." He desired to apologize, yearned to be at fault for the spiriting, yet he swallowed the self-deprecation that flooded his throat. He held onto it, drowning momentarily until he recognized he wadding through it, head above it all.

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It's clear that they're very upset, but the way that they gnaw at their finger... almost makes Tsuru cringe. It's uncomfortable to watch, but it goes to show how important this book must be to them. "Our benevolent captors, one might say." It's still a big mystery as to who they are, so it's hard for her to elaborate.

"I'm afraid I can't say much more than that. No one seems to be privy to their identities, much less how we all came to be here in the first place. All I can say is that you ought to get comfortable and manage your expectations." She says that, but something tells her that they won't be able to sit still. "...That said, if you find yourself in need of help or some sort of guidance, I may be able to help."

"What!?" They shout at the woman. Ridiculous is one word for it, but that book being in someone else's hands...

"No...nonono...No!" Their pupils begin to shift in shape, they bite at their finger, starting to pace.

"This is...Unacceptable! Who took it? Who is 'they'?! The master of this dungeon, or-" Surely now that they had that book, they could try and take his role. That blasted Winged Lion is probably behind this!

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pride month and it's this legend's birthday in 27 days. and dawntrail early release is also in 27 days. what a month, what a coincidence.

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still replying to my old threads (and hopefully finishing them soon) but i'd like some new (or returning) interactions for tsuru here! so if you're interested in writing with her give this a like!