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[malignstar]

Who: Felix & Thyme
When: Day 57, evening
Where: Thyme

Felix hasn't been spending much time in the carriage since their arrival on the new Prism. But he's here tonight in the living room, bent over a large sketchpad and sketching extremely slowly (and not with great talent). He's no artist but it's fairly obvious that his subject is a young woman with hair down to her waist. His own hair has been done up in a messy bun to keep it out of his face while he works.

Next to him on the couch is a white box secured with a Thyme green ribbon.

Should anyone pass by, he'll half-raise his gaze in acknowledgement.

"So, uh, we need have a talk..."

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[malignstar]

Kind of? I mean, it's for Thyme really. But you're sort of... the head.

[bowtiedbones]

Oh gosh, no I'm not.

[opening it though]

[malignstar]

[ Look he's trying to come up with a way to not tell her she's the last of the original Thyme...

Also when she opens it, she'll find two kinds of Fang figures, one that is far more realistic and is about 8 inches, with seamless points of articulation. The other is a cute plush. ]

[bowtiedbones]

—Oh! Oh it's Fang...!

[drops the lid of the box to cover her mouth, tears welling up almost immediately]

[malignstar]

[ Tbf, he did have the same reaction

Gets up so he can brush a hand over her arm ]

Yeah. I thought maybe it could be a way of keeping him with us. And telling other Thyme about him.

[bowtiedbones]

It's very cute. We can keep them next to the model spaceship.

[malignstar]

That's a great idea!

[bowtiedbones]

They're almost the right size for it.

Thanks for getting these, Felix.

[malignstar]

I'm glad you like them.