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[bishopcastor]

I would like to take this moment to apologize for any absences I may acquire in the next few days. After extensive research, I have decided to test something that may hinder my health for a time. Please do not be concerned.

[Filtered to Labrador]

I am ready to wake our dolls now. If you would care to bring yours to my room?

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[lovedbyflowers]

Mn. I'll be right over. Are you sure it's alright to be doing this though, Castor?

[bishopcastor]

I am sure I won't perish from the attempt, but beyond that I will have to test it to be sure of anything more.

[lovedbyflowers]

... you're not allowed to perish, Castor.

[bishopcastor]

I do not mean to. Besides, you will be there to make sure nothing like that happens.

[lovedbyflowers]

Yes. I will make sure nothing like that happens at all.

[and there will be a knock on Castor's door in a short while]

[bishopcastor]

[Castor will open the door and hold out his hand to Labrador. Everything on his side of the room is very neat and tidy. His coffin is open and has clearly been cleaned. On his desk, near the doll in his chair, is a small version of himself with his legs dangling off the edge.] Thank you.

[lovedbyflowers]

[he hands over the doll made in his likeness] You're welcome. [and he goes over to squat down a bit to study the tiny Castor doll]

[bishopcastor]

[Castor holds the small version of Labrador, looking over him and smiling. He did such great work with this one. It looked just like Labrador in almost every, tiny detail. He considered for a moment before going to sit in his coffin. He soothed his robes down and fluffed his pillow. If his reaction was anything like Labrador's, he didn't want to make the other bishop move his unconscious body. Labrador could just close the lid and leave him be for a while.] You can pick my doll up and look at him before bringing him to me as well, if you like.

[lovedbyflowers]

[He picked up the little Castor doll and looked over, tipping his head a bit in question when he saw Castor sitting in his coffin] ... are you feeling alright, Castor?

[bishopcastor]

[Castor smiles and takes the doll so he has one in both hand.] Of course, but in case I won't be, I did not want to make you carry me. If I fall asleep as you did, this will be easier.

[lovedbyflowers]

... I see. I hope it won't affect you that much.

[bishopcastor]

Hopefully such a small thing won't. [Castor sighs and looks at the dolls. He prays first, asking for the best, and then his wires spread out around the dolls. There's a moment where the shiny, tighten, and then the dolls shiver. His ziaphon seems to thin to nothing as the dolls stand on his knees and then walk up his arm to pat his face with the tiny, jointed fingers. He smiles at each of them before turning his face up to Labrador and smiling just as weakly. He's swaying and clearly not doing that well, but he's conscious... for now.]

[lovedbyflowers]

Castor... [he kneels beside the coffin and reaches out to touch Castor's cheek]

[bishopcastor]

[Castor offers him a tired smile as the little dolls make their way to Labrador.]

[lovedbyflowers]

[continues stroking his cheek] Castor... maybe you should stop now.

[bishopcastor]

[Castor turns into the hand on his cheek.] Look after them.

[The dolls lance their hands around Labrador's neck and they seem to fall asleep as Castor lies back and falls asleep. There's a small amount of life in the dolls still, even with Castor asleep, like they could wake up and move around at any moment.]