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"Unconditional Love."

Sweet puppy loves to take a hit.

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Cairoverse Excerpt #1

Ungalo pressed his palms against the stone of the mansion, dry and trickling with sand that fastened itself into the cracks throughout the daily winds. Heat held from the afternoon's sun warmed his hands as he listened in through the open window above him.

"𝘏𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, I don't know how 𝐇𝐞 expects me to do it." A maddening, nasal articulation: Telence. Ungalo's nails dug into the tawny rock, frustrated; His plans to sneak back in from the market would be beyond spoiled if that vexing butler didn't move his ass out of the way, and soon.

Sweat trickled along his temple. The sun was beginning to collide with the horizon: Pet Shop would be out soon. The nerves on his back screamed with fantasies of what talons would feel like when they punctured.

"Do what, your 𝘫𝘰𝘣?"

...Softer, higher. Midler.

"At one point, it 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵." Telence scoffed. "At one point, I could expel enemies with a single game and glance. Now I'm left to- to- ..."

"To babysit."

Ungalo peered down the expanse of the wall, where helix ivy crept in and out of the fissures and dents of brick, eroded with time. Haruno's marks left on the home only meant one thing: a hidden, self-forged path. Ungalo prayed it lead 𝘪𝘯 as much as his eldest brother must have used it once to get 𝘰𝘶𝘵.

His foot slid along the clay, making too much noise for his liking. The ivy bundled by the corner of the mansion's wall. If Ungalo could just make it there and somehow find a cavity into the structure that DIO called his palace, then all would be well.

Midler sighed from above. He nearly jolted at how close she had gotten; He thought she'd peered out to see him.

"You 𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. You still walk, speak, and breathe in these halls. You should be on your knees in worship for that alone."

"No- No! Please, I know- I...It's-...I 𝘢𝘮...honored. It's only..." Telence took his turn to sigh, and Ungalo heard the sound of a door sliding into place, the rusted locks clicking, echoing, into the garden.

"𝐇𝐞 is so...finicky...about their movements. And 𝘮𝘺 knowledge of them!"

Telence barely spoke above a whisper, and Ungalo found himself craning his neck to hear better. News of the man they called his father came rare and cryptic. Any new piece of information was golden.

"𝐇𝐞 asks of their movements?"

"𝐇𝐞 asks of their everything."

A chill traveled through his spine as he looked over to the ivy bundle again. Ungalo didn't like knowing about DIO's plans, and had always hoped he'd fall into obscurity, slipping between the cracks of what his father laid out to do with the world soon at his hand. His stomach lurched in anxiety; His mind cried to escape into Haruno's wild transmutations, overgrown and too thick for the words to reach him.

The weight of the journal felt ten times heavier in his satchel.

"𝐇𝐞 wants to know what they consume, what they think, where they lounge, what makes them tick-" Telence continued, stress coating his throat.

"...And this is a difficult task for you?"

"It would be a difficult task for anyone!"

A shutter opened from above and Ungalo's body jolted back to reality. He'd spent too long eavesdropping. The rays of sun to the west were dissipating; Soon, the monstrous avian would leave its coop for the evening patrol.

But he hesitated. Midler's hair was just barely visible in the window from his spot on the ground. A part of him wished to snag it and yank, and demand they spilled everything they knew. Another part of him understood neither of them likely knew anything. That's how 𝐇𝐞 worked.

He stepped lightly towards the ivy again, the cool and velvety green a gentle caress against the callus on his fingers. Their voices slipped away the farther he managed to sidle along the perimeter, until his foot no longer found clay but acacia and tamarix.

There was no hole in the wall, of course. Luck would never fully grace him, but at least Haruno's constant employment of his abilities left Ungalo with more than enough shrubbery to slip through, undetected.

The journal would find its way back into the mansion walls, once more, and when morning came, he would seek out Avdol and his 'guest'.

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Translation:

Jealous Level

Low→→→High

💀：

what the hell?→"Is there sth u haven't told me lately?"→"…"→"Really thought… u can leave me like this? I've given u a chance…" "NOW BE READY TO BE MY TAXIDERMY"

🐮:

it's my illusion?…no→"it starts again" "no…"→"do u think I'm useless too?" "Plz no"→ PANIC

They won't make it to the last stage

Don't worry :)

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