scawwy / caelus

[rimet]

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[trashprince]

[ OH sorry, meant to imply it's on caelus' neck. he's real streetlife now. but also it would be more work than it's worth to cover the mark up (just to have it float above the clothing anyway).

he blinks when the collar speaks, hands dropping from where he'd been fussing with it without removing the device from pickles' neck. would be rude without permission. ]

This is much better than the one-two-bark method.

[rimet]

[ Pickles can catch a glimpse of the writing "receptacle" and tilts his head. Despite what he thinks of the device, Pickles seems glad that Caelus didn't take it off him. ]

Awoo... woof.

[ The puppy thinks all living beings are receptacles. ]

[trashprince]

[ despite the device's syntax, caelus will carry on as if this is a regular conversation ]

It means something else for me. Have you met anyone who was 'made' instead of 'born?'

[rimet]

Woof!

[ His tail wags.

The puppy has met a floating, talking apple. ]

[trashprince]

[ what separates a man from a floating, talking apple? ]

While you were here? Can I see it?

[ distracted ]

[rimet]

[ Pickles slightly shakes his head from side to side. ]

Woof.

[ The puppy has seen one back home in London. ]

[trashprince]

[ what's a london? doesn't matter. not here. no talking apples to befriend. ]

I'm more advanced than an apple.

[ sounding not so sure on that one ]

[rimet]

[ ...

Why does Caelus sound so unsure? Pickles is concerned.

The puppy would hope so, but Mr. APPLe is quite advanced in many ways. ]

[trashprince]

[ in trying to make it easier for the puppy to understand, caelus has made it more confusing. and compared himself to a fruit. ]

I'm an artificial body. 'Receptacle' refers to that.

[ not I have an artificial body. distinct language. ]

[rimet]

Woof.

[ The puppy thinks that you function very well, so it wouldn't have known.

Unless Caelus just smells weird, but. ]

[trashprince]

Thanks, Pickles.

[ caelus lets loose some tension from his shoulders. ]

You're a very good boy.

[rimet]

... Woo.

[ The puppy apologizes for making you feel uncomfortable. ]

[trashprince]

You didn't make me uncomfortable. I've had to talk about this a lot since these markings appeared.

[ and with that comes a bit of the discomfort in open repetition of an odd, quite personal truth. ]

I'm myself, no matter how I started.

[ hand over heart ]

[rimet]

Woof.

[ The puppy says you are only yourself and that not even a duplicate of you can truly be you to the core. ]