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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, CremeConsul. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 536.05.022.03 *** CremeConsul has joined 536.05.022.03 <CremeConsul> Greetings! You have reached Clotted Cream Cookie. I'm afraid that I am away at the moment, but if you are in need of private counsel, please leave a message for me and I will respond as quickly as I am able.

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[charmpagne]

[It's quite something to realize that the only other time they've sat together quite like this has been when they were trapped in the backrooms, struggling to survive and not yet a proper part of one anothers' lives. Back then, Sparkling struggled to comprehend a reality beyond those aged walls, and now...it's grimly ironic, looking back. Still though, he thinks he'd prefer looking down the barrel of the end of the world to a never ending purgatory any day.

It's like he's been telling himself on repeat since this all began. It's just things. Things can be replaced. Remade. Rebuilt. But people...you can't replace those. And you certainly can't get back the time they have left, which is why he's realizing he wants to spend as much of it with Clotted Cream as he possibly can. Maybe he doesn't know what that means for the future, but in the end, it won't matter much.

He finally does remove his claws very gently from Clotted Cream's slacks, his fingers still dripping as he lets his hand hang loose above his own lap. He pays the mess no mind whatsoever as he nuzzles his face gently against Clotted Cream's, imagining that he would be wrapping him up in both of his wings right now if he could.]

I love you too, CC.

[He presses a feather-light kiss to his lips, chaste and loving.]

Ideal or no, I...I would...very much like to stay here with you a bit longer.

[Just...here. He isn't sure how long "a bit" is, just...he just wants it to be just them for a little while.]