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Necro sighed as he made his way to his usual meeting spot with Celadonite. He really hoped the other wouldn't be too mad about an extra step but... There wasn't much he could do about that. Necro understood Lysithea's worry and need to check. He just... worried that this might off put things.

He blinked at Cela for a moment, his name sounding almost foreign before seeming to snap too. "Good evening, Love." Necro said softly. "Yeah... I've got good news." Kinda. " But there's a bit of a catch." The Squire wrung his hands together, suddenly nervous under Celadonite's gaze. "She uh... she kinda wants you to meet with someone first. Just to make sure you're not up to something. She said she'll help... My friend just needs to make sure she's not going to get hurt." Again. Necro flinched at the sound of his own words.

Necro sighed when Cela took his hand, relaxing instantly. "I just didn't want you to be mad, or for you to think I was trying to drag this out for some random reason." Those were the last things he wanted to do. Necro hoped Celadonite knew that. "She went through a bit of a rough spot with... with someone she knew and got hurt pretty bad cause of it. It's nothing against you." The Squire said, squeezing Cela's hand back. "She just doesn't want to get hurt again, you know?" Not that Necro could blame her. He was pretty sure he'd do the same thing if their spots were reversed.

Necro fixed Cela with a funny look. "Well I would certainly hope so. You think I'm doing this just to see you get hurt in the end? Come on..." Necro said said softly. "You know me better then that. I want to help you hon." He waved a hand. "Just talk to Michel. Show him you're not out to hurt her, or us. They just need to know that you don't mean them any harm." Necro shot Cela a goofy grin, trying to make things less tense. "Just pretend you're talking to me? He's a Saturn Knight. Your favorite!"

Even if he himself was just a Squire.

Necro paused. He... He hadn't considered that. Was he just setting Celadonite for his death?

He snorted quietly, trying to drag himself from the thought. "I could never think badly of my beautiful boy." The Squire said, gently brushing his fingers against Celadonite's cheek. "You'd haunt my a** forever if I even considered an ugly thought about you."

Necro made a soft noise, tugging Celadonite close and taking comfort in his presense. "I know you will be." He said softly. "And, if, on the off chance you're right... Which, I very much hope you're not, I'm giving you full permission to haunt me and tell me you told me so. I am proud of you though. However this might turn out. I'm so damn proud of you for at least trying." He'd done so good.

"....I love you, you know. I don't care if you believe it or not but… Whatever happens, I just wanted you to hear it I suppose." If things did end up going poorly. "No matter what happens, nothing is ever going to change that."

Necro snorted, leaning against Cela. "Can't hurt any worse then being dusted. Or stabbed and thrown off a roof. I think I'll take my chances though." He shrugged a shoulder lightly, so as not to jostle Cela around too much. "You don't have to return them. Be it now, later or ever. Again, I told you cause I wanted you to know."

The Squire reached out, catching Celadonite's hand and laced their fingers together. "A monster is someone who would have corrupted me, or pulled my starseed as I lay bleeding out, unable to defend myself. A monster is someone like Marialite who put me in that situation. You did none of that. Instead you picked me up and put me back together. You've always had the upper hand when it's just us and you've never once tried to do anything. Yes, you made choices, and yes they didn't all work out. But you are not a monster, Love. I never saw you as a monster." Hell, he'd be a bit of a hypocrite of he did. "All I see is someone trying their best and doing what they think they need to in order to get by. I have only ever seen you." He gave Cela's hand a gentle squeeze.

"...Speaking of shedding... Do you want me to bring you anything for after? I can get one of my hoodie's if you want"

"You'll drag my sorry a** back if I do." Necro laughed. "If not you, well... there's a good list of people who would." The Squire grinned, fixing Celadonite with a look. "Promises, promises. I seem to recall you saying something like that ages ago. What was it again... Something about looking good under you? I'm still waiting." Don't threaten him with a good time. "A shame, never put those fangs to use, did I. Alas, what an opportunity I wasted." He sighed dramatically.

All the same, he nodded. "I'll let them know, and we can take the next steps from there." Whatever they may be.

"If you're sure." Necro said. "...Do you have anything you need or want to bring with you? I don't know if you kept any of your stuff after your change." In the end, it wouldn't matter to much. "...We can always go shopping afterwards. Get whatever you need then."