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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.

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Yeah, man.

[Omori’s reaction is kind of adorable. Who could believe this is the kid that stabbed him?]

You think that’s gross?

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[Omori nods.]

Cooties.

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[He scoffs a tiny rat scoff, played up.]

She does not have cooties.

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She does. So do you. [He taps Adam's little rat head twice with his fingers.]

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Does not.

[with an utterly petulant tone.]

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Does too. Times a million.

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[Well there’s no fighting with times a million.]

Better be careful then, you don’t wanna catch ‘em too.

totally normal behavior nothing to see here

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[Omori isn't afraid of Adam cooties. He's just a little rat. He scoops Adam up again and brings them face to face. Then he opens his mouth wide, bringing Adam closer like he's going to stick his entire head into his mouth.]

SO NORMAL

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[Cue: furious squeaking.]

What the fuck, Omori?!

[Is he gonna have to change back right now?? How can he even focus on that like this!!]

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[Omori pulls Adam safely away from his mouth and straight up into the air, throwing his head back with a trill of shrieking giggles.

[He's never laughed like this.]

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…Happy to entertain, I guess.

[God he really has never heard Omori laugh like this. It’s kind of heartwarming if you ignore the context.]

Weren’t you gonna draw me?

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[Oh yeah! The laughter abruptly stops.

[Omori sets Adam back down in the pile and reaches under the couch to pull out his sketchbook. Sunny has always saved his pictures.

[Omori pulls the book into his lap and opens it up, tilting it toward Adam. The art is a bit disturbing - more childish than Sunny's drawings, and only in black, white, and red. He's never shown anyone.]

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That’s…

[Probably proof that he needs therapy. BUT ALSO,]

Really cool, Omori. You got a real style going on here.

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You like it? [He hesitates before turning the page.]

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Yeah! [He means it!] It’s got an edge to it.

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Like a knife.

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Exactly. It suits you.

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[Omori reaches back under the couch and pulls out a box of colored pencils. The red and black pencil are all but nubs, but they're the only two Omori pulls out. He sits up, cross-legged, facing Ratam, and begins to sketch.]

Strike a paws.

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[Adam doesn’t know what to do with himself, certainly not in rat form. He sits on his hind legs, bringing his little hands to his face.]

Make sure to get my good side.

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[Omori doodles away, glancing up occasionally like a real artist in a movie or something.]

Mouse Muse: Every side's his good side.

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[Aww.]

You’re just saying that.