PC: Charlie

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Weekend 0, Saturday

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[ Yay locations. Yay clothes. Eupha can be found checking out the cafe. She looks like a deer in the headlights, overwhelmed by the cuteness and the choices. ]

This aesthetic is... truly remarkable.

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[ yay clothes! and she has a friend with her today ]

Isn't it? Oh em gee, I love all of these choices! Do you want to split something with me?

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"Oh em gee"...? [ tilts head. ] Oh, yes! I'd like that.

May I ask who your friend is, as well?

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It's just an expression of excitement! Sorry, I get really excited sometimes.

[ razzle flies over and bleps at her ]

This is Razzle. He's my bodyguard.... and he's friendly, if you want to pet him.

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Don't be sorry!

... Hello, Razzle. Would you like to be friends? [ She will gently offer a hand... and if he doesn't move away, she'll try to pet him. ]

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[ razzle's blep intensifies and he lets out a little bleat. she may pet. ]

[ in a stage whisper: ]

He likes being scratched around his horns.

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[ !

she tries scratching around the horns! ]

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[ happy bleating noises from razzle.... charlie giggles into her hand a bit ]

Well, I think it's safe to say he likes you, miss.

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I feel blessed.

[ With a warm smile. ]

Oh, I should introduce myself properly. My name is Euphausia.

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It's a pleasure to meet you, Euphausia. My name is Charlie. Is it alright if I call you Euphy?

[ razzle stretches out his belly. scratch it. scratch it!!! ]

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I don't mind. I know it is a long name. Many people back home simply call me Eupha.

[ belly??? okay. she scratches it. she can't not. ]

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Oh, your name is beautiful. I just like to give nicknames.

[ happy bleating noises from razzle. belly is scratched ]

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I see. [ That's sweet... ]

What kind of animal is Razzle, if you don't mind me asking?

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Well, he's not an animal. He's a demon. And he's... one of a kind.

[ she looks a little melancholy talking about this. razzle bleps harder. ]

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A demon...?

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Oh, surely not. He seems very well-behaved!

[ Assuming "demon" is a pejorative and not like. a thing that it actually is. ]

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Oh, he is! [ he is charlie's special little guy ] But he's still a demon.

[ it is not ]

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... Like an actual demon?

[ ????? ]

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Yes. Like me.

[ she does have horns and a tail even if it is not reflected in my icons currently ]

Or... close enough, anyway. I hope that doesn't frighten you.

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I thought you were a clemar...

[ sometimes horns are just a normal thing that some people have. ]

What does that mean, exactly? To be a "demon"?

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A clemar? What's that?

[ she is so curious ]

Ah--- well... do you know about Hell? Or... Hades?

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A clemar is a person with horns. They're very common in Euchronia.

[ ... thinking ]

I've heard that some on the mainland believe that those with wicked hearts are condemned to some darker place when they die, although I don't know much more about it than that...

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Oh, I see! Is that your home?

[ well ]

You see, the darker place is real. The, er, bad place. And I'm from there. That's my home.

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Well, in a word--

[ but wait. bad place real? ] T, truly!?

... Did you do something bad?

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[ the bad place is real!! ]

I was born there. Truly.

[ she doesn't seem too put out by it?? ]

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I didn't think such a thing was possible. Or that if there were demons, that they would be...

... Well, I might have pictured something different?