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[sadpoem]

[No. It's really not...]

Sunny got away.

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[Adam seems defeated. He points towards the forest almost dismissively.]

Somewhere in there.

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Should probably quit while you guys are ahead.

[No sense tempting fate.]

You know, find somewhere safe to wait it out.

pretend the cat is ratam

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What about you?

UWEH…..

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No one’s going after a rat.

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Hawks.

[Slander!]

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You see any hawks around here?

[Half rhetorical, half ‘oh my god did you see a fucking hawk?’]

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[Omori lifts one hand to cup his mouth and lets out a loud (albeit flat):] Caw!

[He's summoning them--]

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You’d let your own best friend get carried off by a bird? That’s low, man.

[He is not being the least bit serious.]

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No. I would fight.

[Oh, wow! He's got a knife in his hand again! Someone really ought to check this kids pockets more. He waves it boldly around. Beware, hawks!]

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‘Course you would.

[And of course he’s got that knife out!!! Classic Omori.]

Bird wouldn’t stand a chance.

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I killed them in the treehouse.

[fallendragon]

[Arrakis turned to leave as soon as Adam showed him which direction but something made him stop. The fierce glow in his eyes softened as he turned back to him.]

I can take you somewhere safe first if you want.

[He wouldn't blame Adam if he wanted nothing more to do with him. It's why he didn't give him his name. Still, if stopping Night Sky kept her from harming anyone else then Arrakis would gladly take those consequences. It wouldn't be the first time he had blood on his hands. Better him than Night Sky.]

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You what?

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They were monsters. Remember? [The overgrowth, he means, but Omori is (sometimes) a man of few words (when it suits the vibe).]

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Jesus. You could’ve led with that.

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[Omori quite abruptly tucks his knife back into his pocket and lifts Adam up, rathandling him until they're face to face.]

I should take you home.

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[His beady little eyes look into Omori’s. It’s impossible to glean any emotion from them.]

What, so the birds don’t get me?

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[He does consider it.]

…No, it’s fine.

[He finds it easy to dismiss his offer, even though he’s rather scared shitless right now.]

She needs you more.

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[Same.]

I want to draw you.

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[With some surprise:]

Didn’t know you were an artist.

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[Omori nods.]

Yup.

[Annnnnnnd we are standing up and heading for the treehouses. Adam is cradled in Omori's arms.]

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Cool. Can’t wait for my portrait.

[And, well, he’s glad that this course of action means that Omori’s not gonna be anywhere near the forest. As much as the kid would like to handle himself, he’d rather he didn’t have to.]

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[It's not a long trip home. Omori places Adam on his head as he ascends the ladder to the treehouse. A quick glance inside, and there's no Xie Lian. Omori creeps over to his bedroom door and cracks it open - no Xie Lian.

[Excellent. It's time for crime.

[Notice, Adam, in the corner of the living room, an absolutely massive pile of stuffed animals, pillows, and blankets, so large and expansive that it's almost bigger than the couch, by this point.

[He takes Adam off of his head.

[The rat is tossed gently into the pile. Feast.]

[enteloki]

I wonder - that would be an issue, wouldn't it? Even you could turn and cause substantial damage in your current form. No one seems to be immune in full.

[Except for One Particular Guy.

It's not his issue though. Unless he happens to walk by during an attack in progress at this haven, which is-

Well, not fitting to his image. He should be more protective. Amenable. Concerned.]

In that case, simply text me if a problem arises. My name is Akechi - that's also my network handle. I'll do my best to take care of the problem.