Call Me Out v. 7.0

[misheard]

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[dollphilia]

Why would I? My parents are not of sentimental value.

[There's a look of disgust as she says this;they don't have any expectations from her anymore, so there was no need to care about them.]

...the state you were in during that dream... [She becomes perturbed once again whilst a finger fidgets with one of the doll's threads.] ...I don't like it.

[diabolarchy]

Was I very injured? That's happened quite a few times in my life.

[dollphilia]

Yes.

[Hey, wait a minute-]

...a few??

[diabolarchy]

I make enemies very easily. The number of times I've had to reattach a limb...

1/2

[dollphilia]

[What.

WHAT.]

......................

[On one hand, it seems he doesn't die easily, which was good and all.]

[dollphilia]

[On the other hand, she got all worked up for nothing. Ahh, how embarrassing.

Going back to being apathetic is what she usually would have done, but there was a twinge of anger that thought otherwise.]

Please control yourself.

[diabolarchy]

Oh, you thought you saw me die and it made you sad? I'm touched, Master.

[He can't resist teasing a little, even if it's dangerous. He wouldn't be himself, otherwise.]

[dollphilia]

[F R O W N

God, she's so done with today that she can't even deny it anymore or even say anything else. All this worry has exhausted her, so she'll being going over to sit between his legs and rest the back of her head against his chest.]

[diabolarchy]

[Aww. He slips his arms around her, holding her gently.]

I won't be leaving you just yet. Don't worry about that.

[dollphilia]

[Her shoulders relax as she takes in the warmth, and her eyelids start to flutter.]

Caster...what color do you think are the fireworks?

[diabolarchy]

Hm? Fireworks are lots of different colors.

[He doesn't understand the question.]

[dollphilia]

[Nobody does, really. But, that's Three for ya.]

Your promise, I mean.

[She yawns, and her hands go up to cling onto his arms as she starts to nod off.]

Don't forget...that iridescent...promise...

[Not being able to keep her eyes open anymore, Three hangs her head and finally goes to sleep.]