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”Great!- Thanks, Ode!”

He waves, summons his wings, and rushes off.

*They watch as he flies off and sighs.*

.... at least they're good for each other.

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”Aaaanyways I’ve got a birthday present to go get- do you by chance know of any jewelers?”

Not personally... I do, however, know of one's existence in the circus, though I personally have not met her. I believe her whereabouts are in the town of Candleton.

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”Thanks, Ode- and sorry for bothering you-“

Do not apologize, it bothers me not. I am glad I was able to be of assistance to you, however.

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”Yeah!! OhhhhhgoshwhathaveIgottenmyselfinto-“

*They chuckle a bit under their breath.*

I wish you luck.

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”ummmmmmmm well her birthday’s this Sunday, so…get her a present and maybe ask her out, eventually.”

That sounds like a good plan, yes.

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”oh- um- eheh- yay!-“

He’s a mess for this girl. An adorable mess but a mess.

*Ode smiles at him.. as much as they normally do smile, at least.*

So, what shall you do about it?

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”The opposite, actually.”

Then I am more than certain she does like you back. You have little to fear, Charles.

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”Yyyyes?”

And have there been direct and clear indicators that she does not like you?

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“I mean, I think so…we spent so long not wanting to leave that we kept coming up with stuff to do and ended up pulling an all-nighter, like, a week ago.”

(And you still question her liking you????)

Has she complimented you a lot?

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”Good question.”

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“I have no idea.”

There you are.

Your hypocrisy blinds your sense of realism, Charles. Does she seem to enjoy being around you?

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”B-because she’s…Vixen. She’s a good person.”

And you are Charles. You are a good person. I fail to see the conflict, you are a good person as well. Why would she not like you for similar reasons to those of which you are fond of her for?

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loading. Insert fax noise here.

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“Why on earth would she do something like that?”

Well, why do you?

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“What”

*They sigh.*

I believe. She likes you. As well.

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”a-and something about the way the sunrise makes her hair look all orange and her eyes look like….like sea glass or sapphires or- or just- I don’t even know. But she spends the whole time looking at me. Apparently she likes how I look in that light, too, not like I have any idea why…”

(... *sigh* straight people.)

I believe she likes you as well.

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”…Yeah, you’re probably right…”

…He sighs and sits down.

“…she’s nice. Okay- that’s also an understatement. She’s relentlessly kind and gives me way too much of her attention- I’m sure she could spend time with anyone in the digital worlds, but she chooses to spend time with me, just because she likes being around me. I mean, she’s a literal TV star, but manages to stay genuine and respectful and honestly she doesn’t even have a normal amount of ego and I’m not sure why she doesn’t because of how amazing and pretty and nice she is- have I mentioned how pretty she is she’s absolutely beautiful and-“

*... Ode, for once, doesn't interrupt.*

*They sit down and listen.*

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“‘Good person’ is putting it lightly- buuuut I’m going to stop myself there before I end up a sad puddle on the floor.”

Yes, please do, it will destroy you if you do not.

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“Thanks…it’s a blessing and a curse, really. Even if this hurts like a bullet hole sometimes.”

I can imagine so.

I believe she is a good person, however, as are you... therefore, I believe there is little to fear.