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I would like to Create with you. In dreams. It has been a dreadfully long time.

[AWWWW YOU SAPPY OLD THING]

I would love that too. Though I still feel compelled to point out the actual creating will have to fall to you.

Truly? Dreams are rather fantastical, are they not?

Pick out a few more outfits and then we can head back. But I would enjoy seeing what dress you would pick out for yourself.

Aw, does that mean I don't get to slack off and have you do all the work for me because I'm so much more incompetent?

[He's just teasing, though! And as for clothes, well. If this wasn't made for Hyth, I don't know what was. He picks out a cute dress too though! A little secretary style! And where would we be without thigh highs and shorts.]

[Alas, those links are not working for me. But he does help him purchase them along with the aforementioned outfits. And when he is done he will bow deeply and ask for his hand.]

Your lack of aether reserves have never made you incompetent. In fact, I would argue they made you all the more clever.

But wouldn't you enjoy the feeling of it being an endless font, the aether at your fingertips.

[ABSOLUTELY BETRAYED BY PINTEREST! That's what I get for using it on mobile. Does this work: one, two, three?

He smiles as Emet takes his hand. He DOES enjoy the feeling of being pampered so much!]

I suppose there is something in what you say! As long as you realize I am not responsible for what I might end up creating.

[These do! And as expected the mere thought of Hythlodaeus in each and everyone of these gives him pause and blush to his cheeks. Thanks for the murder.

He tries to brush it off as he tucks his hand under his arm and managing to escort him and their purchases back to his monstrosity of a vehicle.]

I'd enjoy seeing what your mind would make up. Not only for what you would create, but what you would transform into. I know you have thought about it, and why not abuse the situation to allow it?

[Good. Die, Emet. Linking their arms readily and leaning against him as they get back, and it's certainly intentional.]

Now that does sound fun! But I suppose I ought to ask what form you imagine I might take. Or what you would like to see.

[It might sound like his usual attempts to get out of responsibility, but the questions are actually genuine! He wants his transformation to look good for Emet, too.]

[He helps him into the vehicle and moves to get behind the wheel, but the question does make him pause.]

What I would like to see?

I don't have anything in mind, truthfully. Your transformation would be a reflection of you, whatever that might be.

[Apparently that would be an axolotl, if we look at the game and fandom.]

I imagine it would be something troublesome, then. But knowing you, you'd be charmed either way!

It would be limbless, would it not? So you could be carted and carried everywhere bubbling in delight no doubt.

[He clicks his tongue.]

I would not have suggested it in the event I would not be charmed. Do I not deserve a little indulgence from time to time?

[He just leans onto Emet's shoulder as he drives, even if it probably makes it harder.]

I could be a fish, perhaps! One of those really pretty colorful ones.

[Good thing the roads are empty.]

Well....

... as long as you are happy. Though I might have to put you in the tub.

Well, I suppose we'll see what I turn out to be~ Wouldn't you, too, like it to be a surprise?

Actually... What was it like for you? Did you consciously choose the form you take when you transform, or did it come about itself?

[He shakes his head.]

I did not make it with specific intent. It simply felt right. A genuine reflection.

Though I'm just as am I eager to see what form you will take, I am as equally waiting to see how brightly your soul shines.

[He blushes a little at that, just a bit flustered. You're embarrassing.]

I would like to see yours, too. It's been quite a while.

[Taking his eyes off the road to cup his chin in one hand.]

Is that a blush I see?

[,]

And what if it is?

It is delightful.

[He kisses his temple for the briefest of moments before he goes back to making sure the car stays on the road.]

[He smiles at that.]

It's delightful to see you blushing, too.

[He simply huffs and holds out his hand.]

[Taking that hand! Fufufu~]

You like that.

[He lets his thumb run over the back of his hand as he drives back. When the arrives, he steps out and picks up the packages but then he tilts his head curiously at him.]

Future is Now or Baritones?

Well, I would quite like to steal you away for myself, so let's go to future is now.

If you do end up building a kidnapping room for Future is Now, I will be both parts impressed and mortified.

[He holds his hand on the way up just keeping the light contact the entire way. And he heads into his room upon entry unless he's steered in another direction.]

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