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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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[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.]

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[Adam squeaks as he’s gently yeeted from Omori’s head and into the plush pile. He fights to the surface, desperate not to drown in blankets and toys.]

This yours, or Sunny’s?

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I got them. Sunny uses them.

[The first few weeks that they were here, Omori would leave the treehouse to get food, supplies - things like that. Sunny wouldn't do it himself, and Omori was getting used to stretching new legs. He always used shards to get Sunny as many soft things as he could. He still does, when he's out.]

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You should try it sometime. It’s pretty damn cosy.

[Though he is at risk of being consumed into the pile, he can’t deny it’s very soft and squishy!]

THIS ICON!!!

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I know.

[Omori flops into the pile beside Adam, scooping him up again and holding him high up in the air, both arms fully extended.]

I put him to sleep in here.

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[oh…there he goes…]

Not a bad place to sleep.

[It’s probably, like, terrible for back support but Adam’s not at the age where he cares about that yet.]

Might sneak a nap here when you’re not looking.

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You can come over whenever you want. [He shifts Adam around in the air a little bit.] It's my house too. [He's recently decided.]

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Got it.

[He sniffs around - as he’s wont to do in this form. He picks up something else, though he’s not good enough at placing a smell to a face quite yet.]

You got a roommate?

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[Omori’s expression shifts just slightly into something unpleasant.]

Xie Lian.

Aubrey is here all the time too. And the cat.

Run, rat.

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[Xie Lian! What a chill, stand-up guy…but he’s not even going to pay attention to that right now.]

There’s a fucking cat here?!

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[Omori giggles brightly (brightly for Omori, anyway - it's more than a little creepy, considering).]

Not right now.

He's a cat-boy. Sunny kisses him. [Omori wrinkles up his nose.] Kenma. [He annunciates it slowly, the shape of his mouth a bit exaggerated on the letters - he's being silly!]

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Oh.

[Good on Sunny for getting a boyfriend??]

You scared me, man.

[He relaxes against the pile of softness once more.]

You know, I’m dating a cat-girl too.

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[Omori shifts a little in the pile to face Adam.]

A cat and a rat. Who could have guessed that?

[Omori's eyes narrow a little bit, a tiny, wicked smile on his face.]

Who is it?

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She’s called Lehna. You met her yet?

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[Omori now has this information!

[He shakes his head.]

Is she pretty?

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Like you wouldn’t imagine.

[Oh he’s SO fond.]

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[Omori wrinkles up his nose, but there's a young little smile on his face.]

Ew. You like her.