paradisa | Fifteen Truffula Trees

[What do they say? Better late than never? The Once-ler has finally organised the giant pile of crap he stole during that virus mess and, unsurprisingly, is no closer in figuring out what belongs to whom. So, very reluctantly, he's opening his journal to dictate into it]

That uh...virus mess. That was insane, wasn't it? Anyway, I might have ever so slightly and accidentally stolen a lot of things, and given you people don't put name labels on any of your stuff (seriously, there are like two hundred people in this place you should learn to label) I don't know where this stuff belongs.

So, if you're missing some stuff, just come to the top of the Impetus Tower. Chances are it's here. I've even organised it so you can get your things and leave as soon as possible.

[He hasn't noticed the nutcrackers. They're just more stuff added to piles of other stuff. Maybe someone collects them? There are weird people in this castle after all. Regardless, he remains oblivious to both them and their power]

[[OOC: Open for planned or unplanned kisses, feel free to have had him steal something of your chars during the sins plot if you wish, 'cause chances are he did]]

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I don't know. Sometimes the others consider 'checking I'm still alive' counts as an emergency.

[He gives a soft shrug] I'm used to being sorry about things, Sheena. It'll just be another thing to add to the list. [Besides, Zelos deserves a good punch]

[That's what he gets for letting feelings confuse him. He should have played it with a straight head. Oh well. Too late now]

Yeah, that's an emergency, but only if something had happened--or if I hadn't heard from you in a while.

[Your grumpy-face cat is melting in Sheena's hand, Once-ler, turning on its back for a belly rub. She looks up at him.] I didn't mean it that way, Once-ler. And you know it. [A little firm, yes, but gentle at the same time. (And yes he does.)]

[Feelings are a good thing to go with, Once-ler. Sometimes the mind is wrong, and the feelings are right.]

What if I talked to you over the journal? That'd be letting you know I was alive without any room foisting.

[He casts a look at Clint. You are a traitorous cat] I know, but my point still stands.

[He's still utterly certain she'd be making a horrible mistake. That she can find a lot better. Hell, that there's a lot better in the castle right now who'd want to be with her]

That's actually what I was talking about. If I hadn't heard from you over the journal. Then I'd be worried.

[Yes, Once-ler. Worried. As in cared.]

[Clint just continues purring, eyes closed happily.] All right. [Her voice has lowered slightly. She's not going to argue with him on that, because that wouldn't be right.]

[She's not as certain as he is about whether or not this would be a mistake (but it is HER mistake to make). Then again, other people besides them are involved, and that's something she's got to sort out as well. As much as she relied on her feelings to make her decisions--sometimes they got confused.]

The concern is touching.

[It's hard to tell if he's being genuine or sarcastic. Still, he watches her stroke the cat for a while, trying to settle down his own reeling head. He really, honestly hoped she'd see sense and just go. For the sake of her own happiness, more than anything else.

He'd made more than enough people miserable already. He didn't need to add her to the list] So.

[She takes it as a mixture of both, and only gives him a wry look as she responds.]

You're welcome.

[But seriously, he's known her how long and expects her to do something sensible? As it is, she's using the time she's spending playing with his cat to at least settle her thoughts about everything. She'll admit, though, there ARE times she wishes she was more rational about things.]

[She looks up at him when he speaks, totally clueless for a second.] Soooo?

[He really should know better by now. And now he's managed to get some sense into his own head, he knows now he needs to get rid of her. Cut this thing off before it has a chance to turn into anything else. Anything more. Make it easier on the both of them.

So, he makes a gesture towards his door]

It miiiight be an idea to go before the nutcrackers get us again.

[She's in the middle of teasing Clint with one of the ends of her obi, when his comment makes her lift her head in surprise.]

Damn, I didn't even think there might be more. Or more might show up! Hold on a sec, though.

[She reaches into her boot and pulls out a kunai. It's not meant for Once-ler or the wooden dolls, but for her obi. Eyeballing a foot or so, she cuts the end off and gave it to Clint, who pounces on it.]

He was having fun. I didn't want to take it away from him.

[Placing her kunai back into her boot, she grabs the parchemnt, and looks at the pile in dismay.]

Uhhhhh.

[He blinks at the gesture, surprised, before a small smile crosses his face]

I'm sure she appreciates that. [Yes, he named his female cat CLINT]

I can look for it later, if you prefer? Get the ghosts to take it to you?

Whoops. "She." [She looks at the cat.] Didn't mean anything by it, I swear. [Of course, the cat is more interested in the length of material she suddenly has and is playing happily with it.]

Ah, yeah, sure. That would be nice, Once-ler. I'd hate to put you through that, but considering what might happen... [She gives him a better description of her inks and brushes to help.]

If she was going to get insulted, I think she'd start with me calling her Clint in the first place.

It's better safe than sorry, right? [Implying he might be sorry if he kissed her again, good job buddy. He nods at the description] I'll look for them.

Yeah, that's probably true.

[She looks at him a moment before answering. She's not sure how to take the comment, so her expression is somewhat unreadable as as she replies.] Yeah. Thanks, Once-ler.

[That's better than anger. He takes it for what he can get and offers her something of a smile]

It's the least I could do after...you know, stealing it in the first place.

[She gives him a small smile in return as she backs towards the door.]

Yeah. But if you don't find them, don't worry about it. They might have wound up with someone else's stuff by accident.

[But at least she's taking some of her things--unlike a certain red-head.]

In all that chaos? I guess it's pretty likely. I promise to knit you a sweater or something to make it better if anything stays lost, how's that?

[Zelos' stuff can stay here forever, he is so not hauling it to the loser's room]

It's a deal. You can even pick the color. [Although, guess what her favorite is?]

[Dude, she's still got her Fire Cards...]

Sure, I think I can manage that. [He's going to go with purple]

All right. Thanks. [He doesn't have to go with it if he doesn't want to.]

I guess I should go now. [She calls to the cat and says good-bye before grabbing the door knob.] I'll talk to you later, Once-ler.

No problem. [He'll probably make her one anyway. Nothing like a GUILT GIFT]

Yeah...sure.

[He doesn't have to, though.]

Okay. See ya. [With that, she's out of the room, with the door closing gently behind her.]

[He'll watch her go, before groaning, sitting heavily on the bed, plucking up Clint to idly scratch her ears.

He has GOT to stop this feeling thing, it's unhealthy for everyone]

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