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@ -84,13 +84,13 @@ And then she finally was able to relax.
None of them spoke, once she was settled. Both A Finger Pointing and Beholden quickly drifted back to sleep, and although there were the occasional flashes of skunk/human face, exhausted and sneering, behind her closed eyelids, Motes soon followed.
It wasn't until morning came, when Beholden had slipped away for a few minutes and returned with three mugs of coffee on a tray, when all three of them sat up in bed, leaning against the headrest, tray set before them, that she told them of the dream.
It was not until morning came, when Beholden had slipped away for a few minutes and returned with three mugs of coffee on a tray, when all three of them sat up in bed, leaning against the headrest, tray set before them, that she told them of the dream.
``I do not remember it all that well, now,'' she said holding the oversized mug carefully in comparatively small paws. ``But Michelle was there, and she was really upset with me. She kept saying that I was gross and a fetishist and stuff, and that she could not believe that she had this in her, and then she made me kill myself.''
``Jesus, Dot,'' Beholden said, frowning over the rim of her mug. She reached her free arm around the skunk's shoulders and tugged her close against her side in a hug. ``I am sorry to hear that. That sounds awful.''
``It really does, my dear.'' A Finger Pointing leaned over to kiss at the tips of her ears. ``And I think that it is demonstrably untrue that she did not not have this in her. You exist, Motes. You are absolutely my up-tree, and I know where you got it from.'' She smiled. ``And I am absolutely her up-tree, am I not?''
``It really does, my dear.'' A Finger Pointing leaned over to kiss at the tips of her ears. ``And I think that it is demonstrably untrue that she did not have this in her. You exist, Motes. You are absolutely my up-tree, and I know where you got it from.'' She smiled. ``And I am absolutely her up-tree, am I not?''
Doing her best to hold still despite the ticklishness of the kisses, Motes nodded. ``I know. It was just a dream. Dreams are not real.''
@ -246,7 +246,7 @@ Motes shrugged. ``I guess.''
Slow Hours nodded, letting her paws go. ``I will not say''fuck 'em'', much as either of us might want. You must not hyperfixate on them, but neither must you disregard them.''
``Why? Do you have a prophecy for me?'' Motes asked, grinning faintly. ``The last time you gave me a prophecy, it was about whether I should stay friends with Alexei.''
``Why? Do you have a prophecy for me?'' Motes asked, smiling faintly. ``The last time you gave me a prophecy, it was about whether I should stay friends with Alexei.''
She laughed. ``I remember that, yes. You were bound to run into someone who was also into kidcore stuff as Big Motes, and we were stifling you.'' The mirth faded to something more thoughtful. ``But, yes, I have a prediction for you: the clade is not done with you, And We Are The Motes In The Stage-Lights. Even those who have cut you off have not forgotten you, and it is best that you not forget them.''