[ He looks up at the open coffin lid and has to supress a chuckle, despite everything. It looks ridiculous. They look ridiculous.
He pulls open the cereal box and one of Hierophant's tendrils rustles around in it until it produces a bat-shaped marshmallow and pushes it through the crack. ]
I lied, about the marshmallows. They had leftover halloween ones for cheap. I could hardly not.
[Dainty fingers snatch the bat-shaped marshmallow, and there's the sound of crunching as Adrian eats it. There's a small pleased hum, the sweetness appreciated.]
You tempt me terribly.
[But Adrian has not sunk back down into the coffin at least, so the cereal and company are both working.]
[ He draws his knees up, settling against the coffin and making himself comfortable. This is how they're going to talk, it seems. Hierophant continues plucking marshmallows out of the cereal, leaving them on the edge of the coffin so that if Adrian closes the lid again all the little bats and coffins will get crushed. ]
I was just going to dress up nicely for him, at first. Make you do it, too. And I think even just that would make him happy. But- It meant a lot to Hierophant, that you got him his own bed. And so I thought it would be nice for him to have something that's- you know. His.
[ Other than a collar, he chooses not to mention. Not out of propriety, just because that's their thing and he doesn't feel like intruding. ]
Hang on, I'll send you a picture. [ He does, poking at the device on his wrist for a moment. It's a picture of a delicate silver hair comb decorated with stars. ] I saw it while I was picking out a comb to go with the clothes I was planning to wear. But some people find them uncomfortable, so I need to know if he actually likes wearing one.
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[ He looks up at the open coffin lid and has to supress a chuckle, despite everything. It looks ridiculous. They look ridiculous.
He pulls open the cereal box and one of Hierophant's tendrils rustles around in it until it produces a bat-shaped marshmallow and pushes it through the crack. ]
I lied, about the marshmallows. They had leftover halloween ones for cheap. I could hardly not.
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You tempt me terribly.
[But Adrian has not sunk back down into the coffin at least, so the cereal and company are both working.]
...What were your plans for Star?
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I was just going to dress up nicely for him, at first. Make you do it, too. And I think even just that would make him happy. But- It meant a lot to Hierophant, that you got him his own bed. And so I thought it would be nice for him to have something that's- you know. His.
[ Other than a collar, he chooses not to mention. Not out of propriety, just because that's their thing and he doesn't feel like intruding. ]
Hang on, I'll send you a picture. [ He does, poking at the device on his wrist for a moment. It's a picture of a delicate silver hair comb decorated with stars. ] I saw it while I was picking out a comb to go with the clothes I was planning to wear. But some people find them uncomfortable, so I need to know if he actually likes wearing one.