☠ 055 ; backdated to earlier

[molotov]

[Sometimes, losses strike at odd times. Of day, that is.

Molotov's afternoon nap went as normal. It was only when she woke up that it was different. She was different.

When she was a little girl before, Molotov never went to the town. So now she's lost. Not scared, but lost. The town is pretty, though, and really that's enough for a six-year-old to stay entertained. There's lots of windows to look through, and a fountain to play in, and birds to chase.

But she needs to get home to the castle eventually…]

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[hellshaped]

Yeah? Did you want to try grown-up ice cream? We could get gelato or frozen yogurt.

[molotov]

What is jelloto?

[hellshaped]

It's like ice cream, but it's a little more fancy. It's softer and has more flavor.

[molotov]

Can they put sprinkles on it?

[hellshaped]

You know what, I dont know. We could ask.

[molotov]

Yeah, yeah, da!

[hellshaped]

Alright, then let's go.

[Just a big demon guy holding hands with a little girl as they go to get gelato, nbd.]

[molotov]

Will you teach me how to make more sign languages while I am here?

[hellshaped]

[He smiles at her -- but just a little. His smiles are kind of scary.]

I forgot about that. Sure, I can teach you some letters.

[molotov]

[She is unafraid, and smiles back.]

How to spell my name again? I forgot.

[hellshaped]

[He nods!]

Sure, I can teach you that. I can teach you how to spell mine, too. Some of the letters are the same, so it should be easy.

[molotov]

Like "L"!

[hellshaped]

And "O". [she remembered his name after all!]

[molotov]

Hmm, "T"? Sometimes, you don't hear letters.

[hellshaped]

Nope. All my letters make sounds.

[molotov]

Like mine!

[hellshaped]

Right. But yours has more syllables.

[molotov]

Syll-ah-bulls.

[hellshaped]

Yep. Mol-o-tov, see? Yours has three.

[molotov]

He-ell-boy. You too!

[hellshaped]

Nope. You added an extra one.

[molotov]

Where?

[hellshaped]

'Hell' is just one. Hell-boy.

[molotov]

Hell.

[hellshaped]

Boy. Right.