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[fishy_go_byebye]

NO! Don't take it, it's mine, my thing! Give IT BACK.

[Del's hair flails around her like Medusa as she officially flips her shit at you, at a person you watch, or at a ghost. Any and all are possible.

She just wants her thing back, just give her, her thing back, it's not even an important thing to you, it's just a bit of rock or twine or paper. But it's her Thing and it's very important and if you don't give it back she'll cry or make you feel bugs or take away your toes and she doesn't know or care which just give her the Thing back!!

RIGHT NOW]

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[atrophied]

[ House glances from the button in his hand to the screaming definitely-not-human child-looking creature next to him. ]

You sure?

[fishy_go_byebye]

[If she were human she would have hyperventilated herself into unconsciousness by now. Instead, he voice just reaches a higher pitch as she practically floats in some strange combination of anger and panic.]

IT'S MINE! MINE!!

[atrophied]

[ All over a button. Interesting. He holds it out to drop in her hand. ]

Here you go, yours.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[She starts to calm almost immediately, toes coming down to touch the floor again as she finger wrap tight around the button and the brings to close to her face to murmur.]

Not as good as the mural mine I can carry it almost a person...

[atrophied]

Mural?

[fishy_go_byebye]

[A quarter turn away from him, huddled over the button for a moment.]

In the sterile place that always smells like near-death.

[atrophied]

That mural. Did you help make it?

[fishy_go_byebye]

Before my time. Not before my time my time was oldest older oldest youngest before my time here before the before my time here our time not my time.

They both left. He's back again.

[The babbling and muttering isn't said the the button anymore. That's been tucked away somewhere, vanished like a whisper from her fingers.]

[atrophied]

Mind telling me who is he?

[fishy_go_byebye]

They have faces.

[You ninny. Why are you asking her this stupid thing. After you stole her button like that.]

[atrophied]

Wanted to be sure. In this place, you can never tell.

[fishy_go_byebye]

It tells you everything just have to listen. Don't let it eat it all away...

[atrophied]

Listen, huh? To the walls whispering?

[fishy_go_byebye]

Where else could you hear it, the ghosties know all the secrets.

[atrophied]

Don't they always? As do the butlers. Ghost butlers must know the secrets of the secrets.

[fishy_go_byebye]

They won't let them out of Hell again. She got really mad about that...

[atrophied]

Really? That sucks.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[A laugh that stutters into starfish falling from her fingers.]

No less a hole~

[atrophied]

[ Yep. Definitely curious. ]

Interesting.

[fishy_go_byebye]

More than a bed or a beep?

[She doesn't believe you, thief. Feel the suspicion.]

[atrophied]

Depends on the beep. Some beeps make for very interesting things.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Not when they only tell half of the bunnies.

[atrophied]

Bunnies?

[fishy_go_byebye]

Quick like bunnies and tell the truth~

[atrophied]

I've heard of being fast like rabbits, but it has nothing to do with truth.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Tell it better than a cat. Usually... some cats are very nice but not always but the kitten was good...