He had been aware that they existed... obviously... but not that proposing a new sigil and decommissioning Sunny and saving Ashdown via blood ritual would also enlarge his charges a million percent and give them the power of speech. His love for the squeeps remained unconditional and overwhelming, but keeping them to himself had been a whole lot easier when they couldn't outrun him.
They had only let him out of their sight to sleep and use the bathroom since he'd returned, which was why they were trailing through the mall behind him now, Sy in a tattered Jedi robe from Halloween and Nev in a Santa variety. Both had hoods and both reached the floor, but Neverain's peacock tail extended beyond his cloak's fluffy white trim, sweeping the floor like a ballgown.
Rabbit led them down one of the mall's lesser-used dead ends and sat the pair on a red plastic bench. With nothing here except an ATM, only the elderly and those who shunned credit cards would even approach in the first place. Oh, and Dawson, who he'd asked to meet them here. Hopefully.
medigel
i'll tag our other rp soon hur hur what is order
