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an evil spore stole my wallet+fucked my mind

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"Long story. There was a ruined church nearby; think it might have gotten bombed at some point, or maybe just decayed. We figured out the back room of it was still pretty intact and set up a hideout there." The images floating through the spores are almost wistful. "Kate- she was my favorite- used to bring books in there with me."

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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"I'd say road trip, but I can't drive and you don't have legs," he jokes, before softening. "I'd love to. Really. I could show you the secret hideout!"

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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It gives its best attempt at a grin. "I'd love to!" It hums. "Haven't been back in years, but I'd love to try."

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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"I like the forest," it muses, almost wistful. "My family home was in the woods. I used to play outside with my cousins - they were my best friends growing up. We camped out there some nights, and I could swear I saw little lines between the stars, like a net connecting the whole galaxy around us."

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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slugs ? 🐌 i thought you were worms ! 🪱

hho w m uch dd o y ou l ove m e

@ur-local-flesh-hive

so much ! 🫸 ↔️ 🫷

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i would peel a million pomegranates for you 🫶

are you ok ? 👁️ your typing is a bit different ⌨️

hho w m uch dd o y ou l ove m e

@ur-local-flesh-hive

so much ! 🫸 ↔️ 🫷

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hho w m uch dd o y ou l ove m e

@ur-local-flesh-hive

so much ! 🫸 ↔️ 🫷

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He takes the opportunity to lace her fingers into his claws, a sort of reassurance. She's still solid. She's still here.

"Where would I even look?"

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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"I dunno," it muses. "You don't have to be in another dimension to rot, I suppose. Everything dies."

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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"I'd love to see it," he says, pulsing warmth to the tune of what he remembers his heartbeat to have been. He'll find a way to bring the sun to her. He will.

"I don't know that I have a domain," it hums. "I've never looked."

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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"I think I picked it up at a botanical garden somewhere," he muses, before bonking the membrane over his mouth against her forehead gently. "I'm glad you like it!"

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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He gasps upon seeing it. "It's so pretty! Thank you!!"

The mycelium meshes easily with the rest of his. It fits him well, a blood-red jewel in his fungal crown.

"I didn't get you anything," he says despairingly, casting about for a unique one. It plucks one from its torso, a small one with a black head and an almost lacy veil falling from it like a skirt. It tucks the mushroom behind her ear, holding it in place until its roots have grown.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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Andis hums. He understands the feeling. The first time he'd felt the sun on newly blossomed skin after leaving that place, he'd nearly sobbed with the joy of it. He would give her the sun itself if she asked.

"I'm sorry." He pulls her in for a hug, hoping his meager warmth is enough to provide at least some comfort. "I get it."

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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He tilts his head, a clear sign he's listening.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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"Beetle." It pats him on the head, unendingly cautious in its movements. An image over the connection: a green beetle, lying on its back with legs kicking comically.

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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"Like a bug," he teases, immeasurably fond. "Perhaps an isopod of some sort."

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

@the-spore-connection

Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time