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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.

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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 takes a moment to consider the question. What does it miss? Certainly not the pain, the weakness. Being denied his right to sing.

"I miss being gentle," he decides on. "Not having to worry about everything around me breaking or decomposing. Even if it's beautiful, people don't enjoy property damage."

He misses his hands. He misses being able to hold someone like a person and not like a forest.

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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sounds wonderful !! 💖

hello !! 👋 lovely to see another one like us here !! 🐛

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Hi! Omg it’s so nice to meet you! My names Everett, what’s yours?

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you can grow them yourself if you want ! 🍄 i can help 🌱 i promise it doesn't hurt :)

hello !! 👋 lovely to see another one like us here !! 🐛

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Hi! Omg it’s so nice to meet you! My names Everett, what’s yours?

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well uh. ☝️ let's just say people were very interested in the fact that i didn't bleed ! 🩸

i don't have a hive, really 🐛 mine is all about mushrooms and their roots 🍄

hello !! 👋 lovely to see another one like us here !! 🐛

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Hi! Omg it’s so nice to meet you! My names Everett, what’s yours?

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It sits back, humming that discordant melody again. "Alright, shoot."

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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"Huzzah, huzzah, huzzah, huzzah-" he sing-songs, mischevious.

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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"Would you rather I'd said yippee? Is hooray more acceptable to you? Or perhaps you'd like a huzzah?" he teases, good-naturedly.

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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Starbursts of light in the back of her eyelids, and he presses his mouth to her forehead, eye crinkling in an approximation of a smile. He giggles like a teenage girl.

"Yay!" he says, earnest and only a little bit awkward. This body isn't built to love anything other than the rot which has consumed it, but he and Sesh are the same kind of corpses, and so maybe it can. He'll try regardless.

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 doesn't pull away. This may just be the first gentle touch he's known since before.

"It is a little different when you're psychically connected, yeah," he rumbles into the back of her head, the sound a bit like the purring of a pleased cat.

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