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puǝsuʍoʇ ʞɔɐɾ ([personal profile] stations) wrote in [personal profile] diametrically 2024-04-10 05:39 am (UTC)

( Those two glowing eyes blink at Cassian as though they understand him — and then, ever so slowly, something creeps out from under the bed. She looks like rocket a little, except for the part where she's ever-so-faintly glowing, and there are two luna moth wings folded at her back.

None of that matters right now. What matters now is that her tiny little paw is reachy-reaching for the fish in Cassian's hand.
)

Throw it.

( Jack murmurs out of the side of his mouth, and then repeats in a faintly lower whisper: )

Throw it into the hall.

( Maybe she'll chase after it. )

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