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23rd, Locket, video

[showmeyourwreath]

[Goodness, when is the last time they've spoken properly that hasn't had to do with some sort of disaster or other.

Not that he seems to mind those terribly much, but the last one was rather personal. She's happy that it's been sorted, at least.]

Hello, Outsider?

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[ Disasters are the bread and butter around here. Good thing the Outsider is both used to them (though not used to being in the thick of them, but details) and not exactly short on time... ever. ]

Flora, my dear.

[showmeyourwreath]

How are you? It's been a bit of a while. Er, I suppose for me, anyway.

[She's pretty sure when you're 4k+ years of age, days and weeks or even months don't constitute a blink.]

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I am well, I suppose. And how are you?

[ Yeah, even years are just like "oh would you look at that". ]

[showmeyourwreath]

Oh, well...

[She's been fighting nonstop, kinda had to help kill a person, and is sitting on a huge object of power capable of unmaking reality, and could have died trying to use it.

Her voice is light, after a quick pause.]

Uh, pretty good, I suppose. [She is, at least, alive.] How has Alice been?

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She is- fairly well. She enjoys the puppies I was given.

[ And he enjoys not having to run around with them all of the time. ]

[showmeyourwreath]

[Hold the phone--]

Puppies? You have puppies?

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Two. Bloodhounds, from my world.

[ He smiles. ]

Would you like to see?

[showmeyourwreath]

Oh, yes absolutely, I would! Please.

[The bloodhounds might be a bit more literal than usual but details. Puppies!!]

... oops i meant wolfhound not bloodhound W/E CLOSE ENOUGH

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One moment.

[ The Outsider whistles, sharp and loud. Two wolfhound puppies immediately run over, pawing at him; the Outsider bends down and scoops them both up. ]

The smaller of the two is the male, Varian; the female is Firtha.

U TRIED THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS.

[showmeyourwreath]

[The fact that he knows how to whistle, or rather, actually does, is something she finds endearing and she can't help but smile.]

You always give everything your care such lovely names. They're so darling, though! How big do they get?

tried so hard and got so far

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[ Large enough to kill a man, literally. ]

About [ and he holds up his hand to show the height -- up to his waist, certainly ] this tall.