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[myresponsibility]

[Private to Anya]

i dont think we need to do any more tests

[Private to Bond]

what do you do for a hangover

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[fridgetothefire]

Maybe you're like a hummingbird.

[She has no further explanation for why this makes sense. Science is hard right now.]

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[myresponsibility]

I thought I was a possum.

[Hummingbirds are cool, though. He could probably do worse.]

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[fridgetothefire]

Why are you a possum?

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[myresponsibility]

Oh, right, we didn't- my daemon was a possum. Her name was Arachne. She'd be so pissed at me right now.

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[fridgetothefire]

Heyyy. Marsupial buddies.

[Anya is holding up her hand for the most haphazard high five in history. Cassel taught her these. They're great.]

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[myresponsibility]

[They are, even if Peter's resulting slap is pretty pathetic. It's also taking a conscious effort not to stick to Anya's hand, but he manages. Thankfully.]

What was yours?

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[fridgetothefire]

[She's pretty much just happy they didn't miss.]

Tasmanian tiger.

I didn't even know what he was, there. Thought I was just some kind of freak, you know? Like maybe I was so crazy, he was deformed.

But he was just...rare.

[Beautiful, and from far away.]

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[myresponsibility]

Dude, their mouths are freaky.

[He clearly means this as good freaky though.]

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[fridgetothefire]

Mmhm. Sometimes he'd just bite my whole neck. Like, gently.

[It's a good memory. In a weird way. But mostly good, and she doesn't have a lot of them from that life.]

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[myresponsibility]

... Why?

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[fridgetothefire]

Maybe it was his way of promising not to hurt me. Like, he could, but he didn't.

[Which wouldn't even be a consideration between most people and their daemons, but.]

Maybe I just love people sharply in every universe.