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[deathpainting]

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[deathpainting]

That is bubbles. Presumably.

( as if it's now entirely different. )

You went looking?

[megatheorem]

I'll find out. And yes, sort of. I was already in the shop, and I remembered your bubbles, so I asked around. Did have to wander into a few more shops, though.

[deathpainting]

I'll have to think of something else to gift you, then. You stole my bubble.

Burst...my bubble. Stole my thunder. There's one more I know, but it's not appropriate.

[megatheorem]

Well, what is it? Now I'm curious.

You'll have to show me how to play with bubbles most effectively sometime soon.

[deathpainting]

I like you curious. Maybe I'll keep it.

You'll have to tell me where I can take you from most effectively sometime soon.

[megatheorem]

That's unfair. I'll be unbearable after too long.

I'm usually at the Sophia library, or out and about in East Sophia, or at home. You'll have to find me.

[deathpainting]

I can always bear you.

Now it's a hunt. I'll find you.

[megatheorem]

You never know, maybe I'm very difficult when I'm too curious.

Should I be looking over my shoulder?

[deathpainting]

It's more effective if you don't look over your shoulder. Make it easier for me.

I've enjoyed your curiosity so far. I want more of it.

[megatheorem]

Ah, so I should be letting you win. Counterintuitive at best.

Pitting my urge to know against my drive to give you what you want is also, for the record, unfair.

[deathpainting]

What do you want more? What do you want most?

[megatheorem]

Honestly? To give you what you want. But it's not really "giving" if all I'm doing is bothering you about your secret phrases.

[deathpainting]

You make it really hard to withhold things from you.

Popped my cherry. That's the other one I learned.

[megatheorem]

Oh, you could've kept it going. You'll have to practice holding out.

That one's not really applicable to the bubbles. And if it were anyone else, it wouldn't be charming.

[deathpainting]

I'll be careful. I don't want to be un-charming.

[megatheorem]

You'd have to try a lot harder to be un-charming, you know. I'm very charmed.

[deathpainting]

What happens after being charmed? Where you're from.

[megatheorem]

For me? Pining and writing a lifetime of letters. I think you and I have passed one of those pretty thoroughly, though.

[deathpainting]

A lifetime of letters...How long do necromancers live? Longer than others? Less than others?

[megatheorem]

Oh, no, nothing like that. I was just about eight when it started.

[.....alright,]

That said. I suppose I should admit sooner rather than later, while it's topical, that I've already died.

[deathpainting]

You died.

( a very uncomfortable tangle of feelings starts there, but easier to type than to speak at least. )

This place brought you back? Or something else did?

[megatheorem]

Technically, I was still a solid enough soul for them to yank out of my business back home. In that sense, I brought me back, but only from one borrowed body to another. But in the bodily sense, yes, they had to put me back together.

Sorry to drop this on you suddenly, but, you know.

[deathpainting]

Ah...It's like that. I think I understand.

I want to know everything I can. I appreciate you telling me.
You can tell me more. It doesn't have to be now.

But then... you had someone charming, back home? Who you wrote letters to?

[megatheorem]

You're sweet, as ever. I do want you to know, just when I see you next, hm? It feels kind of lacking like this.

And I did, sort of. She graciously turned me down, but we were still friends for a long time.

[deathpainting]

Would she give you another chance, if she found you here?