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[splinten]

Hey. I have access now to what we'd need to make our own clothing. If you need anything in particular made, I can produce something durable enough for the conditions back at the Hub without forcing you out into the Badlands for the grave and unforgivable crime of not having money.

Of course, you might not have an idea what you want. In that case, there are already some designs I'm working on that might interest a discerning fashionista.

[What he sends visually is... bad. Horrible, awful, unbearable, bad.

Worse yet, he also provides images of patterned skirts, leggings, pants, and even a suit. All in this criminally terrible style. Yet the workmanship seems to be really good.]

I'll only ask the cost to cover the materials for whatever you need. Just let me know.

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[soulcomet]

So, something like ... Tabbytha Ninelives.

[she's trying. also this is a dangerous road we're heading down — she's just going to start rattling off terrible cat puns.]

A Purrfect Circle. The Meowlander. Um...

[splinten]

All of those are hilarious, shit.

[soulcomet]

I think ... I think I might have to go with Tabbytha. [and thus, a fursona is born, and becomes official.]

Is there anything I'm supposed to do with it other than drawing it? And wearing shirts?

[splinten]

You're encouraged to come up with an elaborate backstory.

[soulcomet]

[this is turning out to be a lot more involved than she anticipated. but that isn't a complaint.]

Does that mean you have one for the Neighsayer?

[splinten]

Of course. [Nope but he's making up one now.] He's the last of his kind after all others of his people were driven into the sea. He wanders alone seeking redemption for his failures and salvation for his kind.

[Okay so he stole some of that from The Last Unicorn.]

[soulcomet]

[why is even Dirk's fursona depressing.]

... Does he ever find it?

[splinten]

Yeah, and a hot human boyfriend too.

[soulcomet]

Makes sense to me. That does sound like something you would do.

[splinten]

I'm genuinely uncertain what you're implying. It seems like an insult.

[soulcomet]

No, not at all!

You said that a fursona is sort of a projection of yourself, right? As a horse.

So, it makes sense to me that at the end of your story, you'd find what you were looking for. And you'd have a hot boyfriend.

[splinten]

[what the fuck Madoka]

If I were actually projecting myself, I'd probably have the horse get decapitated in a futile attempt to protects its people. Then the horse's horn, which was imbued with a sentient clone of the horse's younger self, would take control of the head and replace it, hoppping around as a dismembered body part in a macabre and slapstick series of catastrophes.

[soulcomet]

[people deserve happy endings, and that includes glitched out headless horse men, Dirk. there's nothing he could say to her that would convince her otherwise.]

[also, what.]

... What? Now I'm not sure what you're implying.

[splinten]

It's not important. Anyway, we should watch The Last Unicorn sometime.

[soulcomet]

Well, I ... I mean, if you're sure. [she won't try to pry right now or anything, but that sure is a mental image she's going home with.]

A movie night sounds fun, though! Would it be okay if I picked a movie for us to watch, too?

[splinten]

Yeah, sure. Do you have anything in mind?

[soulcomet]

Um ... well, I've read a bit about Homeward Bound online, but I've never had the chance to see it! It looks like a cute movie.

[splinten]

Okay, but if you cry that's not my fault.

[soulcomet]

That's ... a little bit ominous, but I promise I'll keep it together for you.

[she's going to cry so hard, sorry.]