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Necro had been out and about trying to do some form of patrolling and making sure everything was alright. Key word had been, trying. Now, he was instead watching as they just flittered and floated about. He wondered, vaguely, what it was making them change color like that, but decided quickly that he probably didn't want to know. The fireflies, strange as they might be, had been a nice distraction from the insane summer heat.

Even if the nights were a bit cooler, they were still hot as hell.

He had to admit, he had tried to catch a few, to no avail. He'd either lost track of their light or he had just been to slow.

Oh.

Oh, he knew that voice. He'd only met the guy once, but it was hard to forget that tone. "Celadonite." He sighed, turning to face the other. "Did you ever stop sneee- Oh my god." He exclaimed upon seeing the other man. "What happened" Well it was obvious what had happened.

The man was now part youma.

Wait

"...So does that mean you guys aren't involved with this?" Well then… That was one source eliminated. "You said that last time, and then smacked yourself in the face with your own weapon." Which seemed to have healed up with no issue… Though that might have something to do with fusing with a youma..

Necro shrugged lightly. "Not that it's any of my business but might I suggest stopping here? Being a full youma does not have its upsides. Believe me." He wondered, vaguely id he'd even been a half youma, or always a full.

Anyway….

"Am I allowed to ask why, or should we just skip to the back and forth banter?"

Necro rolled his eyes and drew in a breath. "You know damn well what I mean..." The Page sighed, rubbing at his temple. "I get you made a choice, and see that. But like, are you okay. You're not hurt or nothing?" How hard was that to understand?

The Page waved a hand dismissively as he circled the Captain, checking for... well he wasn't sure. Injuries? "Eh. Humanity. Let's be real, sometimes ditching it is worth it. As long as your happy, I guess." He shrugged. "You do you. But seriously, I don't recommend going full. Hurts like a b***h... On multiple levels. Plus, I can't really see you being the whole... summonable pet thing."

He came to a stop in front of the Captain, seemingly happy with whatever he was looking for. "Again, as long as your happy. All I care about really. So, what did you merge with?"

Necromanteion rolled his eyes, turning his attention to a bug that was flickering just out of reach. "You wouldn't tell anyway, I don't know why I bothered asking anyway." Well, he'd done stupider things before. The Page laughed when the Captain brought up rank. "And deny you the pleasure of making fun of my uniform? Why sir, I would never. I'll get there eventually. Who knows, maybe I'll hit Squire and my outfit will be something you like. What would you do then, huh? I can't just summon this outfit back once I climb the ranks."

... Could he?

Finally he sighed again, letting his shoulders sag. "You can't promise that and we both know that." He said quietly. "Had you found me ages ago, and told me you could reverse it without having to go through what I did? Maybe. Hell. I would have taken being a half youma over what I was." Necro shook his head, sending his shaggy hair waving back and forth over his shoulders. "...I have people I can't leave. They don't want... I don't want that life for them." Not again.

Never again.

"You could always come with me." He said, sporting a cheeky grin in an attempt to hide the pain. "Be a Squire and show me how to really wear the outfit." Not that Necro was in any more of a position to ask that as Cela had been. Cela had someone he didn't want to leave just as much as he did.

Necro blinked. "Ah... Right. I forget that you can do that by eating to many..." Necro waved a hand vaguely. "I just kinda... poofed into existence. I know that's not how that works, but I don't remember the event. Hell I don't even remember being human prior to that." Another shrug as he watched another firefly flit between them.

Again he sighed, crossing his arms. "Everyone's on the wrong side of something." He shot back, almost bitterly. "Your boyfriend coulda come too, ya know. I wouldn't have stopped either of you. You know me, just wanna help." Why, was any ones guess. Necro's gaze followed Cela's fingers, snorting lightly at the flick. "Promises, promises..." He muttered, watching as the Captain crept into his personal space. "Oh, I don't doubt you'd be a good Captain, Scales. He'll. I'm sure you'll be quite the thorn in my side as a General. I just... can't. You understand." Did he? Did either of them.

He fell quiet for a moment, before glancing over at the Captain. "I know you full well have the power to just ignore this but... No getting handsy on the second date. Starseed frisking is strickly third date motive."

"Ah. That sucks." Necro said flatly. "That he's angry, I mean. Wish there was a way to fix that." The Page raised a curious brow. "Should I ask how many of you there are oooor should we just let my imagination run wild, for the sake of mystery."

Necro was sure his eyes were gonna roll out of his head tonight, with how often they'd rolled. "I'm going to choose to not answer that Scales." Well, the first part anyway. He snorted quietly, reaching up to pull a strand of his hair over his shoulder. "Luxurious my a**. You know how hot this s**t is? It was just as puffy and frizzy like this when I was a youma." He twirled the strand around his finger. "I've been thinking about getting it cut." He just wasn't sure how much or where to start."

"We can't be human with each other. Not if we're on opposite sides." Not now. Maybe not ever. "Who says I'd share with a group. One or two people sure. But a giant group? Hmm. I dunno about that one Scales. Sides, no saying your boyfriend would like me anyway. No sayin I'd like him. What would you do then?"

Necro chuckled lightly. "It's not myfault it came out like this. It's not like I knew how I was going to look!" He grinned again at Cela's fretting. "Aw. He thinks I'm pretty. Should you be fraternizing with the enemy, Captain Scales??" Oh my god if this guy didn't slap him...

"But fine, where should I cut it? I'm not going to cut it all, but I am willing to take... suggestions." Necro quieted down, letting Celadonite fuss with his hair. "I have a house... Or rather, the people I'm with have one. I could say the same about us." Necro shrugged one shoulder, trying not to jostle his hair too much. "I never minded the rift... But maybe that's just cause I spent so much time in there."

Necro brought a hand up, catching Cela's wrist as if sensing the other man's distress. "Celadonite. Listen to me. All jokes aside, I'm not going to ask you to break things off. You shouldn't have choose. I'm not going to put you in that position. You're happy. I know that. I don't want to take that from you. I don't want to take that from anyone. And I wouldn't want to monopolize the time you had as a human. That's not fair to you. Yes, it sucks. But what can we do Cela. There's nothing we can do that doesn't hurt one of us and the people we care about." The Page sighed again. "A couple months ago you were threatening to kill me. Now look at us."

Necro glanced at the hair hanging over his shoulder, contemplating. "Honestly, cutting only half off is less then I thought you would say." He'd be lying if Necro hadn't expected Cela to say above his shoulders.

"I started as a human. We don't know if I was Order or Chaos, let alone powered up to begin with." He murmured, tossing a strand of hair over his shoulder. "I am home Cel. I've got people who care about me. Who saw me as more then just a youma... And a pathetic one at that." He couldn't even do that job right. It had been a miracle that he hadn't been permanently dusted back then.

Necro shot a curious glance at their hands but didn't question it. "Pft. You still think think I'm a little b***h." He murmured, pulling his gaze from their hands to level the Captain with a look. "It's cute you think you wouldn't be the little b***h." That cocky little grin was back. "I'd see to that."

Necromanteion scoffed. "You don't know all my tricks, Scales. I could surprise you. Even as a Page." The Page let his hand fall, shoving them into the pockets of his coat. "I could say the same about you. You could be happier too, but-" He wasn't suppose to be making him choose.

"You don't know them, Cela. Hell, you barely know me. All you care about is that I was, at one point, part of Chaos." And in turn Necro knew nothing about him, other then the fact it seemed Celadonite wasn't as keen to murder him anymore.

Necro gave Cela a weary smile. "I dunno. You wouldn't count...." He waved a hand between the two of them. "Does this count as stupid? Whatever this is." His shoulders sagged again, before forcing a smile. "No promises, but I have a funny feeling, trouble or not, you'll be there to give me an earful for it." Necro shook his head slightly. "You're not gonna drag me nowhere. You don't wanna see me hurt anymore then I-" He stumbled over his words. "Anymore then I wanna see you get hurt."

"Go home, Celadonite. I'm sure we'll see each other again." He reached up to pat Cela's cheek. One last pain in the a** move. "You better be safe too." He gently ran his thumb over the scales on Cela's face. "If I start finding these around the city, I'ma be pissed." He gave Cela a small smile, honest this time. "It's a good look. On you, anyway."