PSA

[inhumanity]

We ought not doubt the existence of the rabbit on the moon. People didn't think there was a man on the moon, and as you can see, there are quite a few of them—and women, too. Besides, it hurts the rabbit's feelings.

Anyone who has any proof of the existence of moon rabbits, including pelts or rabbit stew, you're welcome to come forward to show the non-believers the truth.

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[pactfulfilled]

[If there's one word he doesn't like, it's "betrayal". Asbel jerks back slightly, turning his head in that direction. Sure enough, a pair of eyes studies them beneath the bed.]

Oh. You mean those guys. Sophie and I adopted kittens from Sir Codpiece a while ago. They're...kind of like family now, and we couldn't just leave them behind. If a rabbit really was in here, they'd have let us know by now.

[...] Hey. So we're still friends, right?

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[inhumanity]

[Oh, that certainly was a reaction. With that merry, mad smile of his, Christopher notices but doesn't say a word. Asbel responds badly to 'betrayal.' So be it. Christopher doesn't know why but he might learn, or he might not. it's important to accept everything about your friends.

He laughs at Asbel's question.] Ack! I'm injured that you think our friendship could be so easily ended!

[He sits very suddenly across from Asbel and he smiles him with wide and bloody eyes.] Regardless of any circumstances, I shall always call you a friend! Even if you murdered me in my sleep or hid a rabbit from me, I would still accept you as one of my very first of five hundred friends made in Exsilium.

action; I'm going to be punished for doing this...I know it.

[pactfulfilled]

H-hey! That's not what I think...!

[Asbel's eyes widen reflexively when Christopher practically appears in front of him, but otherwise he doesn't move from his spot on the floor. Christopher might not look or act like a normal human - for that matter, he might not even be one - but none of that matters to Asbel. Sometimes the guy really does make his head hurt, though.]

That's right... And you were the first friend I met here. [Oh boy, good times. He almost smiles at the memory.] I don't think my singing has improved any since then, though.

[Let's not even acknowledge that murder comment let's not. Still, it's good to hear Christopher talking about friends and such again! Asbel mulls this over for about five seconds.]

I've got an idea! Why don't we make a friendship pact, Christopher?

action; we're all going to be punished for you doing this

[inhumanity]

[Christopher blinks at Asbel. Then, bashful as a teenager asked out on a first date, he smiles and looks down, laughing.]

My, a friendship pact with me? I'm moved. My heart itself has been touched. It's slightly out of place now. I'm going to suffer terrible heart complications. You should be more responsible with your offers of pacts. Tell me, how do we make a friendship pact?

[He did, of course, melodramatically drop to the ground in a mark of heart complications before sitting straight back up in Asbel's face to ask his final question, without a pause in his ramble.]

action; it seemed like a good idea at the time.

[pactfulfilled]

[Oh brother.]

Sure, but, "more responsible"? I'm fairly confident no one's ever gotten sick from making a friendship pact before.

[He'll sit forward with a look of perplexed concern - is Christopher really going to be okay like this? - before leaning back abruptly to avoid getting his head knocked. What is personal space.] --Um.

Well, the tradition goes that you carve your names into the base of a tree and then join hands to make a vow of friendship. [He blinks as he realizes something.] But....finding a tree on the moon might be a little complicated. So I guess we'll have to change things up a bit.

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[inhumanity]

[Christopher claps his hands together.] Marvellous idea, friend! Yes, for this, I'll call you a grand friend! To the armoury! [And if Asbel doesn't stop him, his hand is going to end up grabbed because Christopher wants to drag him off.]

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[pactfulfilled]

Huh? [And then we'll assume Asbel finds himself being pulled to his feet, likely stumbling once before awkwardly trying to keep up as he gets dragged along wherever his "grand friend" has set a course for.]

H-hold on...the armory?? [What are you planning to do, Christopher, use a sword to deeply scar some hypothetical moon tree? An axe to chop one down in the past and then haul it here through the transport pad? Come to think of it, finding a nice remote tree somewhere might be a better option than defacing part of the moon base. He's not sure how well that'd go over with those in charge.]

What are we going there for?