scawwy / caelus

[rimet]

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[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. ]