eighteenth pact ❖ {the other emil}

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[Emil is on the Plane again, or rather, he's been here for a while; there's a couple batches of white-chocolate-chip macadamia-nut cookies sitting on the counters in the kitchen. Since that ceased to quell his restlessness and anxiety, he can be found sitting at the other end of the kitchen island on a stool, his feet resting on the bottom rung. A

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[grand_gaia]

You alright?

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[Emil blinks and looks up slowly to see Isaac. A small, uneasy smile crosses his face.] I-I'm okay. [Real convincing, Master Derpface. The bunny in his arms makes cute chittery noises at Isaac.]

[grand_gaia]

You sure? You just look kinda down.

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[He sighs, his smile giving into a faint frown.] Well, things have been pretty rough lately...

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[Awww, Satoshi. Emil looks up at the question and spots Satoshi. There's a moment of apprehension, and then it's gone. Emil straightens a bit.] Y-yeah, of course! I made them for... whoever wants them, really. [True to form, some of them are even in cute shapes. What a girl.]

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[Wow, talk about sheltered. Emil doesn't know that, though he does seem somewhat surprised that Satoshi is even eating one of his cookies, let alone enjoying it.] Th... thanks! [That's a good sign, and Emil finally lets a smile slip.] I was going to make a different kind, but I forgot which. So I made the same thing as before.