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"Is there something you'd like to talk about?" Narrowleaf was trotting beside her.
Narrowleaf looked around, humming to himself. "How about this way?" He suggested, pointing east.
"Sounds good to me." Narrowleaf responded.
"Sure. What'll we do 'til then?" Narrowleaf asked.
"...Fine. Just don't call me a child." Shimigami replied, calming down.
Narrowleaf frowned. "What about me? I can't do much..."
"Yeah... Will Flitter know it's you if you change?" He asked, curiously.
"Boy...? I AM NOT A CHILD!! I AM SHINIGAMI! I AM DEATH ITSELF!!" Shimigami replied, yelling very loudly.
"Nothing. It's just that Bolt and Flitter might be pissed off..." He replied.
"If you want..." Narrowleaf mumbled.
The lights flickered back on, and Shinigami stood before the three. "Hello. I'm Shinigami!" He said.
"Whatever you want." Narrowleaf replied, smiling.
What do you look like?
"Th-thank you." Narrowleaf responded, hugging Brisk.
Waffle flavored tea. 7.29 Wood 47 years What?
Hello, my lovlies. *chirp* Ask me anything. Please.
"I'm sorry, I..." Narrowleaf began to say, now holding Brisk's hoof. "...Just don't leave me."
"I know... And I was, too." Narrowleaf admited. "That's why I offered my life..."
"If I didn't meet you, I wouldn't of met Bolt." Narrowleaf replied. "...And when Flitter tried leaving, I promised that I'd give up my life, just...
"I'd feel horrible... I'd probably join you..." Narrowleaf replied, wiping a tear from his eye.
