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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, SATURNSCHILD. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 001.00.653.90 * SATURNSCHILD has joined 001.00.653.90 <saturnschild> Hello. <saturnschild>** I'm listening.

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[Danny doesn't say anything--or rather, nothing that could be considered English anyway, as it's more like a tiny bat squeak than something understandable. However, regardless of whether or not Aunamee takes that as confirmation of his identity, the bat will peel itself away from it's shadowed hiding spot to quickly get closer to Aunamee. Namely, by way of attempting to either crawl into his shirt sleeve or into a pocket somewhere that won't cause him to be exposed to sunlight. Once he's in the shop though, it'll be fine, but as it is, sorry Aunamee, someone is attempting to hitch a ride on you here to get close but also not allow the sun to touch him.]

[He lets the bat into his shirt sleeve. It's a risk, but one he's willing to take. If this is Daniel, he's clearly experiencing some sort of tremendous suffering. And Aunamee wants to see it.

He steps back inside the store, cradling the lump in his sleeve with his spare hand. It's only when he reaches the back room (and locks it, of course), that he chooses to speak. ]

You're safe here, dear friend. It's all right.

[Once they have reached the back room, into the safety of the indoors, the bat seems to relax enough to allow itself to be exposed again. However, he seems very reluctant to actually move away from Aunamee, clinging to whatever he is allowed to grab here of Aunamee--whether it be the sleeve or his actual arm, anything that he can hold onto as the bat curls close for warmth, comfort? It's hard to tell, but the sound it makes, it could be interpreted like a sigh of relief given the shiver going through the bat's body.

Danny held out for as long as he could against the lingering whispers of the plants that had once had their roots wound around the inner workings of his mind, the desire for companionship and fear of loneliness, but it eventually reached a point where he felt like he couldn't breathe, like he was literally going to die in this spot curled into a ball on the ground of his home if he didn't find someone. That even burning up in the sun would be less painful than whatever death was waiting for him in that crippling loneliness.

It might be a little while before he's able to focus on shifting back to normal, but right now, as a bat, he takes what he can get. And it's less humiliating than having the expressiveness he normally has, at least...]

[In the meantime, Aunamee holds him close.

Aunamee's not warm -- not like a living person -- but he makes up for it by moving close to the heater, hoping that the drifting warmth will provide comfort to the poor little bat. He doesn't say anything. Instead, he savors this moment. The peacefulness. For Aunamee, this is as close as he gets to serenity. Without murdering anyone, anyway.

He'll give him time.

The clocks click around them. ]

[It's comforting. It probably shouldn't be, given who both of these people are, but Danny is reaching a level of contentment here the longer they sit in this spot. In fact, he's even started to make a low noise that almost sounds like a bat's equivalent to purring, which may even turn into full on squeaking if Aunamee tries to pet the bat here.]

[Aunamee isn't the sort of person who idly pets animals -- like most things in his life, it's a conscious decision. But when he hears the purrs in his sleeve, he does reach a hand in to pet the bat, using careful, delicate strokes. When he was a child, animals used to hate him, as though they could sense the cruelty brewing inside him. But -- much like with humans -- he's learned the right way to flatter them. To make them comfortable.

In other words, he's giving some damned good pets.]

[It takes a while before Danny even realizes what sounds he's been making, and once he does, he very quickly stops or at least attempts to bury his face in Aunamee's sleeve, even if the pets the bat is getting are damn good. Jesus, how long was he doing that for? That's even more of an embarrassment than his being here already is...]

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