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And Dusty, not having much else to do, followed after. If they were going to be dumping water on people, anyway, the kitchen was probably the best place to do it so that they could clean it up afterwards.

Likely, however, he didn't help Mik's own doubts much with his near-constant ramble as they walked.

"It is, y'know. An emergency," Dusty had begun the validation. "Hell, it was an emergency months ago, but I didn't know it was the answer yet, so it's just a lot more of an emergency now! Man, I don't even wanna think about it-- I mean, I'd tell you more about it, and then you'd know but like I said, it could cause trouble... but y'know, I promise I'll let you know someday. Just as soon as I can, right? Maybe someday soon, if I've got this figured out right."

It was very likely that Dusty had no clue just how irritating his voice might be coming off as right now, fidgeting and babbling. Or it was very likely that he didn't much care to wonder, and was happy enough just to have something to keep his mind busy. One way or another, though, this was probably going to end a long wait for him - and he had a lot of nerves to work through on that short trip to the kitchen.

"Uhm." Dusty suddenly realized he was carrying his bag around with him. After a quick glance of the kitchen, he awkwardly tossed it to the side so that it slid across the floor to bump against the wall, and then he was ready. "Okay. Quiet, hold still, close eyes."

I can do that.

So he did. He stood about as calmly as he could, given the situation - which meant he was standing steel-spined with cringed shoulders, anticipating the cold water that was bound to hit him at any given moment. He kept quiet with his lips pressed tight together, nostrils flaring. And he screwed his eyes shut, as though he feared one little peek would ruin the whole affair.

In short, Dusty looked more like he was lined up for a firing squad, less like he was about to undergo a miraculous transformation. But hey - he'd never been to one of these things before, how was he supposed to know the difference?

Aside from flinching, Dusty handled himself manfully throughout the whole affair. At the very least, he failed to burst into flames, which is doubtless what his Guardian would have assumed to be the result of such an event. Once the last dribbles of water were running off toward the kitchen tile (what drops weren't clinging to his hair and face, yech he hated the feeling of wetness on his skin,) his shoulders finally relaxed.

The child hesitated a few seconds after, then wiped the water off his face. "It's over? I can open my eyes again, right?" He was doing so anyway, of course, without waiting for permission, daring a look at the angel. Dusty certainly didn't feel different - but hey, he hadn't fully expected to in the first place. In some ways this was just a formality, after all. In others... well, maybe more of a promise. He wasn't sure yet.

At a lack for much else to say, Dusty went to search out dish towel to wipe up the tiny puddle on the floor with.

Now that it was over... well, to be honest, he felt a touch silly. Did this make him "pure"? Would it satisfy Nil, give him the opening into Camelot that he needed? Did it mean anything, or was it just... a tiny scene in a play, awkward and unfulfilling, that would be easily forgotten later?

Something occurred to him, and it was something worth asking now. "Say Mik. Before, you said you were having problems with this stuff, didn't you?" Dustin asked, dropping a green-checkered towel onto the damp spot and nudging it around with his foot. "I mean... y'know, just wondering. If you're an angel, how can that be?"

"Well, I'm sorta glad He did, y'know."

The water was all wiped up - it's not like there was a lot to clean up in the first place, after all - but Dusty kept rubbing at the spot. It was a good excuse to make himself look mindless, like he was just saying what came to mind without thinking about it, maybe without fully meaning it.

"I mean, I like you like you are. Fa'e and all, with the rest of us." He finally decided then that the water was cleaned up, and plucked the towel off the ground. He just tossed it in the sink - the fairies would get it later, doubtlessly.

"Good." Then that's enough of that, Dusty's tone said clearly. He wasn't much for this bro-love or whatever, and if anyone ever asked him if he'd said anything like that to Mik, he'd deny it. Flat-out lie and say it never happened.

... Except maybe that was sinning now. Uhm. He'd have to consider the repercussions of his new faith closely and find a way around it, maybe.

Perking up with forced energy, Dusty grinned and hopped into motion. "Hey, well, I owe you again, okay?" the deerkitten declared, making his way backwards toward the kitchen door. "I've gotta get going, now, see if I can't catch up with somebody and shake some answers out of them. But you and me, we'd better catch up once everything's back to normal, okay? I'll buy you lunch or something!" Buy being a very satisfying word - once this was over, and he could go back home without fear, have all the disposable income that he could earn through chores and businesses, and enjoy a life of little responsibility once more. He really did owe Mik a big thanks if this paid off, that was for damn sure. Now, Dusty just had to make sure he didn't screw it up before then!