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Necromanteion still wasn't entirely sure about this. That he deserved this upgrade. He had made a pretty dumb mistake. One that could have cost him his life. If anything, shouldn't he have lost his power? Clearly he'd shown he couldn't handle it. Necro couldn't figure out what he'd done to warrant this in the first place.

He winced at the feeling of a Chaos aura and half debated dropping his disguise but with a sigh he stayed put. Necro just hoped whoever this was... They didn't have a knife.

When Necro heard the voice, he straightened up almost instantly, his head almost on a swivel as he turned to face Celadonite. "We both have, it seems." He said softly, his mood turning for the better at the sight of the General. He dropped his arms to his sides, as if offering himself for the others inspection. "Watcha think? Is it better then the last one?"

Probably not, if he had to guess. But, he was still going to ask.

"Got any... comments, concerns, improvements to be made?" That sorta thing. "My outfit's not the only thing that's changed either." The squire said, spinning on the spot once to show off his shorter hair.

The squire rolled his eyes. "Well I suppose 'trash hobo' is a step up from ugly. I'm making progress at least." He'd take what he could get, honestly. "I told you the last time we talked about it, that I'd consider it." Necro shrugged. "Figured I'd take your word for it about looking good and at least do that right."

The last time he had tried to follow Cela's advice... Well. Necro rubbed at his chest absently, over where a scar was buried beneath layers.

Cela's words snapped him out of whatever was going on in his brain and he blinked for a moment before offering his hand. "You, neglecting your duties? The great General Celadonite? What madness do you speak of??" He snickered playfully, moving into the General's space. That struck Necro as odd. Cela never neglected things like that. Was something wrong? "You won't take my seed. You'd miss me too much." Necro taunted lightly. "Seriously though, what's wrong?"

Maybe he did wish it.

"Aw, sleepy Cela. How cute. But please don't fall out of things. I think I did that enough for the both of us." He would have to thank Celadonite properly someday. Words just wouldn't do it justice. The offered hand moved, wrapping around Cela's wrist, careful not to snag his gloves on any scales that might be there. "If you're cold, do you want my jacket? Tacky as it may be."

"Take what you want from me." Necro said softly, glancing from Celadonite to the small orb in his hand. The Squire snorted softly, his gaze moving back to the General. "We both knew that a long time ago." That was why they kept doing this same song and dance every time they met.

Flirting with danger, but never really crossing that line.

Celadonite was avoiding the question though. "What's wrong Hun. Talk to me. You know you can, right?" He'd listen, no matter how long it took.

"Oh so now my friends get to come too hmm? I thought it was just me you wanted." Necro chuckled softly. "You'd break us... You know that right? We're not made to go through that many shifts like that." Lysithea especially. Necro didn't want to think of that happening, again.

Necro tilted his head into Cela's hand, following it as it moved. "I use to live in a cave, you know." Came the quiet retort. "I'm glad you like it though. I hoped you would. I wanted to show you sooner but I couldn't find you." And he wasn't exactly about to start asking people.

"What... what if I wanted to bring you here? Keep you warm here." The Squire mumbled, knowing full well it was a bad idea. "I.. I know you have your boyfriend... Boyfriiiends?" He said, trying to remember all the details. "I know you don't want to go, and I don't blame you for thinking that way." He had too, once upon a time. Necro took a step closer into Celadonite's space, hoping that the other didn't back up. Didn't let go. "Not to be sappy but.. I.. I would move heaven and earth for you." He said softly. "All you would have to do is say the word and I would do what I can to make it happen. What... what if I wanted that? Would you be mad at me?"

"Does getting dusted once count? Cause if so, been there. Done that." Necro said sheepishly. It wasn't the time or jokes but, anything to ease the tension.

Cela was mad. He didn't hafta say it, but Necro knew.

"Love... You can be warm again, you know that." They wouldn't be standing here if there wasn't a way. He wouldn't be standing here, if there wasn't a way.

Necro bit the bullet, and wrapped his arms around Cela, hugging him close. Hoping that the other felt his words, felt his warmth. "I would have found you." Somehow, someway. "I would keep you warm." If only the other would let him.

"You look good in fur though. It suits you." Necro said softly. "I think your promotion was warranted though. You've done so much. You weren't the one who almost died." Necro was the one who didn't deserve their power, not Celadonite.

"We're both walking a fine line..." Necro's shoulder's sagged as he sighed. "I just wish there was something we could do, that didn't result in hurting the other. The Squire gave the General a sad smile, cupping th other's cheek, once again being careful of any scales. "Oh Hon. I know you could simply break me. I know you could do a lot." And oh, how he wanted to just set Cela loose, and give him control.

But...