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HELLO

"You've reached Elysium! Lost? Need an ear? I'm your guy! I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

GOODBYE

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[ i'm tearing up so bad lucien your clothes




Alas, Elysium does not want to think about his feelings, much less talk about them, so he's putting a pair of cat ears that he's coincidentally holding by the time Lucien makes his way over on his head. God bless playing someone who is willing to do stupid shit. ]

How does it look like I'm doing? —They suit you.

[lucentia]

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Wha?

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We're lightening up the mood!

[ throws this at him next. ]

This looks cozy.

[lucentia]

[catches it, still startled.]

It does, but—I am here to ask how you are, not to lighten the mood!

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Well. If that's what you're here for, you'd rather hear a positive answer over a negative one, right? I'll feel a lot better if you just go along with it.

[ He finds another one with inverted colours… ]

Look, we can match! Do you think if I blend in with the cats they'll stop trying to menace me?

[lucentia]

[he looks like he kind of wants to protest but can't actually come up with a reason why.]

... The cats are menacing you? I thought only Rafayel had a problem with them.

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[ on one hand you have a fish. on the other hand you have a bird.

He just sighs and twirls a feather like one might with a strand of hair. ]

It's tough being eye-catching. Couldn't tell you what's up with Rafayel, though.

[lucentia]

Are you certain that being "eye-catching" has to do with anything...

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Why else would they be so obsessed with me…?

[lucentia]

Perhaps you have done something to offend them.

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Am I not allowed privacy?

[ All he did was evict a few that might've been there in the manor before him… Nothing crazy… He was gentle about it, too… ]

[lucentia]

Oh. Did you kick them out of the room? That would explain it.

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They're the ones who wouldn't stop bothering me. There are so many other rooms. Why mine?

[lucentia]

They were here first.

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So you're on that side of the war…

[ sounds betrayed. ]

[lucentia]

Is it a war now?

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That's how you'd define a long-term, ongoing struggle, yeah.

[ Be on the right side of history, Lucien… ]

[lucentia]

If the cats bother you, I will assist, but I cannot say I stand against them.

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That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me all week.

[ not really, but

get emotional ]

Does this mean you don't want the hoodie, then?

[lucentia]

...

I will accept it.

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[ Oh, Lucien. You really are so much better when you're alive. ]

Heheh. What's more your style, anyway? That can be for when we're locked in combat.

[lucentia]

[TH... THANKS...?]

Other factors notwithstanding, I prefer clothes that are comfortable and easy to move in. [a beat] We're not locked in combat, though!

[ENOUGH WITH YOUR WAR.]

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[ There is truly so much junk in Junk in the Trunk that it's probably a miracle at all Elysium manages to find three relatively normal outfits at top speed. You thought the cat hoodie was a lot?

No… It's time for Lucien, Dress-Up Darling edition (TM). He will just continue to pile on clothing in his arms. ]

That should be good for now!

[ FOR NOW?

you don't know how much the cats have taken from him… his trauma. he will let the subject die… also for now. ]

[lucentia]

T-This much...?

[he figured elysium would toss him, like, a shirt and pants or something. still, he dutifully carries the entire pile elysium has dumped on him, even if the "for now" is ominous...]

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Oh, is it too little?

[ says this despite knowing fully what Lucien means by that. He points to a change room. ]

The change room looked kinda small so I didn't want you to get claustrophobic. I'll keep handing you stuff as you go through everything! Your buddy's got you.