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“I underestand.” He replied. “If you ever need some help finding some i might be able to help, even if i’m not an expert on it.” In fact, he didn’t know a single thing about fabrics, but sure he could do something about it.

And Opening’s tiny heart grew three sizes that day.  “I really appreciate it, Healing.”

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meomaeru

oh , henlo dress . you’re pretty as all hell – so she’s definitely giving it a once-over .

‘ just as beautiful as i’ve heard told – are you saying i’d never go a day without being dressed in such finely crafted art ? ’

‘it’s tempting ; i can’t deny as much . ’

”I can also make lingerie and shoes,” there’s a sparkle in his eyes.  The snussy is close.

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meninaosu

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“Ah, samas- Opening eyes. How’s your tailoring job going?”

He was truly curious since the snake had a big talent.

“Alright,” Opening Eyes sighed.  “Fabric is hard to find this century.”  Or millennium.  Certain idiots kept ruining the linen.

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meomaeru

‘ ooooh ~? and just what do you have to offer me, samasu ? ’

He holds up a dress.  “A lot of things.”

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my ene redesign again because every time i see the new design i loose part of my soul

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⨳ — STANLEY PARABLE;

send one for my muse's reaction!

“This is the story of a person named [name].”

“[Name] was happy.”

“No, this couldn’t go any way except badly.”

“In here, I can be happy forever. I will be happy.”

“Now it’s just a little closer. Now it’s even closer. Here it comes…”

“So now that you’re here, what do you think? Isn’t this a fun and unique place to be?”

“Ok I’m done with this now. Aren’t you sick of this gag yet?”

“Well I don’t know how to say this politely, but you could literally hit escape and just restart the game and old time you want.”

“I’m enjoying what seems to be an internal conflict going on where you are literally unable to act on your own desires.”

“I’m going to try and make this as miserable as possible, and we’ll see how long you can maintain.”

“But now comes the real question: what do you think would have happened if you had told me that you wanted this to stop? Do you think it would have been particularly different?”

“Perhaps you would have never even thought of it, if I hadn’t brought up the issue in the first place.”

“so what do you think, which choice was the better one?”

“In fact, I’m just going to say that no one who’s listening to this is lucky.”

“Are you… are you really standing in the broom closet?”

“Please offer me some explanation here, I’m genuinely confused.”

“You do realize there’s no choice or anything in here, right?”

“Literally, this closet is of no significance whatsoever. I never would have thought to mention it.”

“I hope your friends find this concerning.”

“Well, I’ve come to a very definite conclusion about what’s going on right now. You’re dead.”

“Well, in a situation like this, the responsible thing to do is alert someone nearby so as to ensure your body is taken care of before it begins to decompose.”

“HELLO! ANYONE WHO HAPPENS TO BE NEARBY! THE PERSON AT THIS COMPUTER IS DEAD!”

“Alright, when you’ve done that just step outside into the hallway.”

“I guarantee you can’t do any worse than the person who came before you.”

“It was unthinkable, wasn’t it? Was it even possible?”

“Oh [Name], you didn’t just active the controls, did you?”

“Is that what you wanted? Control?”

“I applaud your effort, I really do, but you really need to understand. There’s only so much that machine can do.”

“If you want to throw my story off track, you’re going to have to do much better than that.”

“I’m afraid you don’t have nearly the power you think you do.”

“How long until detonation then? Hmm… let’s say two minutes.”

“Ah, now this is making things a little more fun, isn’t it [name]?”

“Alright. I’m in a good mood, and you’re going to die anyways.”

“This version of events has been rather amusing.”

“[Name]… you’re in for quite a disappointment.”

“I want to watch you for every moment that you’re powerless, to see you made humble.”

“Will you cling desperately to your frail life, or will you let it go peacefully?”

“This was exactly the way, right now, that things were meant to happen.”

“When every path you can walk has been created for you long in advance, death becomes meaningless, making life the same.”

“As long as you move forward, you’ll be walking someone else’s path.”

“Why is there a voice in my head, dictating everything that I’m doing and thinking?”

“I’m through with this dream. I wish it to be over.”

“Please, just someone tell me I’m real! I must be real! I must be!”

“I’ll say it: this is the worst adventure I’ve ever been on.”

“You win! Congratulations! I know you put in a lot of hard work, and it really paid off, so, good job!”

“Okay, I’m getting weirded out by whatever this place is.”

“Hang on, that got a little bit weird back there. Well I’d like to apologize.”

“Wait! Cut the music! Go back and look at that fern!”

“Just don’t acknowledge It™ and we should be fine.”

“I’m not your enemy, really, I’m not.”

“Please, stop trying to make every decision by yourself.”

“It’s pretty humiliating to bring you this for only for you to suddenly decide you have better things to do.”

“Are you listening to me? Can you hear me? Is everything alright?”

“So, you hear me? Are you there? Are you listening to this?”

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meohaimetsu

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       “oh, opening eyes! that design looks impeccable. is it for the queen, or someone else?”

       as usual, entering uninvited, haimetsu beamed as he examined a particular outfit. he didn’t really have a purpose yet (   the dead are quite lacking in the heat haze at the moment   ), but it was good to at least visit with his charming colleagues.

      “the whispers of the humans here almost warrant a special occasion…”

Opening Eyes looked over his shoulder from his place at the sewing machine and cursed as he nearly pierced his finger.  He waved his hand about before settling back down.

Sighing, he answered, “It’s for the queen.  After all, the dog days of summer are coming for the humans.  Soon it will be busy again.”

Not that he had had much to do recently.  He’d been trying to content himself, but even he was starting to feel wanderlust.

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Opening Eyes stepped out of the television, a box in his left hand.  He stretched before realizing that someone else was there, letting out a small gasp.

“...You startled me,” he said, sighing.  Young snakes and their nerve.  “What are you doing here?”  He clutched the box closer to himself.

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damashita

❝  sheesh, alright, alright  ❞

    the words roll out in a grumbled slur, his brow furrowed in irate confusion. it’s not as if he wasn’t familiar with the other’s demeanor at this point – but despite how attuned to it he had become over the countless thousands of years, it never got easier to deal with. a plume of smoke leaves the corner of his mouth through a small gap left from moving his lips just the right way, & his arms stay raised, attempting to keep as balanced as he could in this position.

❝  it ain’t my fault you’re so touchy. ❞

“I am not touchy,“  Opening Eyes grumbled in response.  “Just because I have a sense of doing things right the first time doesn’t mean I’m touchy.”

He put more pins in, measuring the length of Deceiving Eyes’ torso for the 10th time.  He just wanted to make sure, it was part of the craft.  The queen had chosen him for a reason, after all.

He smiled at him without much humor on his face.  “If you want your new coat done before the next millennium, I would suggest complaining less and humoring me more.” 

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“Please stand still, Deceiving Eyes!” Opening Eyes said from around a mouth full of pins.  He pulled one out and stuck it into the fabric, reaching for his scissors.  Fumbling about ever so slightly.

“If you get stabbed with a safety pin, it’ll be your own fault,” he grumbled.  Thin metal scissors trimmed away the extra thread, leaving Opening Eyes’ incredibly neat handiwork in it’s wake.

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@meosaeru​

“Clearing Eyes, this is my business,” his tone of voice is almost a dull whine.  “Please leave management of this side of the ward to me.”

Opening Eyes stepped lightly after his elder.  “It’s a waste of manpower for you to micromanage like this.”  Not that he really cared about what Clearing Eyes did, but he did want to do his job without someone else peering down at him all the time.

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Starter call for snek boi

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