Any other day and the idea of kissing an ex would throw Neptune into a dramatic fit. But if the universe sees fit to use an avian messanger to guide him back to one, then who is he to argue with destiny? There certainly can't be anything coincidental whatsoever about all the chickens here tonight.
Fate's a big deal, though, and Neptune is, very possibly, stress eating chocolate eggs as he steels himself to discover just what Fate has in store for him.
A sudden sense of familiarity tugs at him, but before he has a chance to say anything, there's hands on his face and a normally implausible guess. For a half second, he considers correcting the sibling-who-isn't-Aster, but they've never managed to pull off a twin switch before and he's not about to waste the chance. "Got it in one!" he answers brightly.
Oh, what's this? Someone discussing her? Aster hears her name twice, and it distracts her from the dozen eggs she's trying to wash down with a dewdrop. The strange familiarity doesn't have a thing to do with a stomach response, fortunately. These are her brothers, she's almost certain. And in their kindness, they're offering her an unprecedented opportunity. She grins, delighted but unseen, and sidles up, trying to make her presence just a little taller. Really sell it.
"Oh, Aster." She greets, dropping her voice, "It's me..." And here, she's uncertain, because there's no great way to tell which is which. "Val. I hope you're making Good Choices."
THE TOADSTOOLS: Val, Aster & Neptune
Fate's a big deal, though, and Neptune is, very possibly, stress eating chocolate eggs as he steels himself to discover just what Fate has in store for him.
A sudden sense of familiarity tugs at him, but before he has a chance to say anything, there's hands on his face and a normally implausible guess. For a half second, he considers correcting the sibling-who-isn't-Aster, but they've never managed to pull off a twin switch before and he's not about to waste the chance. "Got it in one!" he answers brightly.
THE TOADSTOOLS: Val, Aster & Neptune
"Oh, Aster." She greets, dropping her voice, "It's me..." And here, she's uncertain, because there's no great way to tell which is which. "Val. I hope you're making Good Choices."