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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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inventory bc i don't know where else to put this:

cursed chihuahua papers

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[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.

[lucentia]

... Thank you. I think?

[it is nice of elysium to go through the trouble of finding him clothes, so it's not like he has any reason to protest, right?? and so off to the change room he goes.]

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[ pretends he does not hear the i think

anyway this is your free card to put lucien in whatever you wish for the next however long assuming elysium has forced it upon him… wahoo ]

[lucentia]

[thank you ly your service is invaluable

he will be cooperative and show elysium how these outfits look on him even though this feels weirdly embarrassing (not that he's unused to tailors but the vibe here is different)...]

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[ he will be the best hypeman to ever hypeman

pummels lucien's embarrassment out of him ]

[lucentia]

[his embarrassment is a permanent fixture it cannot be removed]