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Firepaw of ThunderClan ([personal profile] firealone) wrote2025-02-09 11:20 am

[Bottlecap Bay] IC Inbox

IC INBOX

You feel something reaching out and grasping at your mind...

A psychic connection has been established.
telewarped: (How long must I be)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-07-23 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Ah. There it is.]

On your birthday? Just when I thought that little bottom feeder couldn't stoop any lower...

[Her tone is irritated, offended for Firepaw's sake, but lacking any true bite.]

Flowey's... Well, he can be a total asshole. And a creep. [Her voice softens.] But I think... sometimes he just says stuff. Even when he doesn't really mean it. So you can't take what he says too seriously, when he gets like that. Whatever he told you, chances are he already feels bad about it.

[She can say that with confidence because she already knows that Flowey feels bad about it and has apparently been stewing in that regret for weeks. Even if she didn't, however, she would likely still be able to suspect as much, considering how her own encounters with Flowey have turned out (and also considering the ways in which she can relate to him herself).]

... What do you like about him? [A pause.] Or what did you like, before he went and blew it?
telewarped: (Round and round)

[personal profile] telewarped 2025-07-28 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
None taken.

[She technically wasn't human either before Bottlecap Bay, but her sensibilities (for the most part) certainly were.]

I know he wasn't lying about that part at least. Not being human before, I mean. As for him wanting to help... [Her own first impression of Flowey was tinged with cruelty right from the beginning, but at the root of it all were good intentions. She thinks, deep down—] Maybe that part was real, too. But I'm not sure it matters to him—whether he's actually trustworthy or not. He'll call you gullible just because he thinks he's not worth trusting... or even being liked.

[It's self-sabotage, keeping people at arm's length. Just saying stuff. She knows the tactic well.

She pauses there, seeming deep in thought... And then she shrugs.]


Or maybe I'm completely off base. I only just met the guy. [But the rains back in May made things strange, of course. By the end of their first meeting, it felt as if she'd known Flowey for years.] Just... try not to let what he said get too far under your skin, okay? If he does something screwed-up, that's on him, not you. And if you want me to kick his ass for you, just say the word.