2025-09-21: But the Car Tho
- Log: But The Car Tho
- Cast: Pernelle, Myunghon Yeo
- Where: Peacock Silk, Shimokitazawa, Tokyo
- OOC Date: September 21, 2025
- IC Date: July 14, 2012
- Summary: Myunghon visits the Peacock Silk again and finds a kindred spirit in Pernelle...
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
"And IIIIIIIiiiiiIIIIIII~ --" Sniff. Gasp. SOB!. "-- will always love yoooooOOOOOOooooUUUU~...!"
It's a fortunate day to be a Persona user while a peacock's wailing ballad echoes from the Shimokitazawa boutique known as Peacock Silk. Pernelle belts out his emotions in a questionable key, interrupted by his own sniffles and wibbling.
Normally, such a prestigious figure looks down upon those who would venture into the fashionable domain from one of his many perches to the left of the entrance. Today, the store's mascot is on the ground. Unthinkable! And yet he is among the dirt (it's not a dirt floor...) and the dust (it's quite clean in here...) as he has shoved his entire head shoved under the register counter.
This leaves Pernelle's body to wiggle and writhe, his large train occasionally fanning up only to droop down with a ruffling twitch. He flaps his wings helplessly, uselessly, while his talons scrape and claw into the floor to try and reach deeper. Alas, there is too much bird behind his slender neck, and he is forced to pull back with a dramatic flop upon the ground.
"Oh cruel fate! Oh sweet takoyaki! Lost forever into the space between spaces! Devoured by the liminal path into abyss! You exist among the socks now, sweet prince! Adieu!"
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Myunghon has had coming back to the Peacock Silk as a matter of eventual urgency, even if the question of travelling all the way out to Shimokitazawa with their concussion and injured arm is a bit of a conondrum -- but they've done it anyway, perhaps with the image of someone else with pale hair entirely in their mind... but they didn't call ahead or make an arrangement, and instead of the enthralling, intoxicating silence and the 'tok, TOK' of Tsumugi's heels on the hard wood floor--
It's the sweet, sweet serenade of a peacock that awaits them.
The Rumourmonger is in their usual funerary suits -- white shirt, black tie, black pants, all bought fairly cheaply but kept fastidiously clean -- and their bandages, which cover most of their hands, their neck, and also half of their face, including over their right eye. Tsumugi's extravagant cognitive coat is, of course, draped over their shoulders atop.
Pernelle might first detect their presence through -- what's that wonderful smell?
Could it be...? Yes, that's the wonderful odour of russet potatoes and grease! Could it be?? Oh yes, that can only mean one thing--
Tater tots! In a Peace Burger happy meal bag.
"Ara," Myunghon whispers as they look around, finger to their lip. "Nobody else is here... yet..." The Rumourmonger steps closer, that tantalising waft of food growing ever stronger, as they squat in that practiced, almost contortionist-like manner next to the bird.
"Did something fall under there, Pernelle?"
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
Pernelle's woe is immediately and thoroughly executed. It is an all-out attack. Downed, descended upon, and struck down, felled by despair's greatest weakness: that smell.
He pops himself upright like there had never been anything wrong at all and tippy tappies on his talons up to Myunghon, his wings just slightly unfurled from his body. "Tsumugiiiiii ~ !" he cries in delighted greeting, train feathers quivering in excitement and preparation to put on the cutest eyes he's ever had, despite the fact that Tsumugi is scarcely fazed by such ploys.
But then Pernelle stops. His wings drop to the ground. His head twists one way, and then another. Pernelle squints, eyeing Myunghon's coat, which is not Myunghon's coat and then eyeing the rest of the whole Myunghon.
"... You're not Tsumugi," he notes of them.
Hmm. Pernelle should have questions about this.
Hmmmmm. No. No questions. Only Peace Burger. Pernelle brightens right back up, tippy taps resuming.
"Yes, terrible story. But such a tragedy is far behind us now! One's eyes should look toward the happiness of the future!"
His eyes are are staring directly at that Peace Burger happy meal bag.
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Myunghon's squatting next to Pernelle, so he doesn't need to go very far from where he was searching underneath the counter. The first cry of 'Tsumugi ~ !' has them looking around, like the mysterious purveyor of the Peacock Silk will pop in from that storeroom upstairs or somewhere particularly devious and hidden. There's silence, and then they realise as they look towards the peacock's sweetest look that they're referring to -themself-
... you're not Tsumugi.
There's a sad, sad smile as they admit: "If only."
They might have hyperfixated a much grander, godlier figure out of Tsumugi than if they knew everything about them, after all. But they don't. So they're free to fantasise.
But the tragedy is behind them now! Pernelle doesn't seem too bothered by whatever's hidden in there, so they don't press, and instead rummages through the bag gently with those long fingers of theirs and pulls out a red scoop of--!!
Tater tots!!
One such delicious golden morsel is between their thumb and index finger. "That's right, dear Pernelle. I have here one of your beloved tater tots...~"
But they're not quite offering it to him yet!!
What torture! What agony! What is their aim?! What is their modus operandi, their motive?! Why are they holding such splendour from the masses!
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
Oh! Oh! He is being greeted upon his level! Actually he should be on his perch. Terribly unprofessional way to greet a customer. But then so is making cutesy gestures and faces for the sake of food. Pernelle is not one to remember professionalism on a good day, it seems.
But Pernelle straightens as Myunghon gives their response to not being Tsumugi. There is another head tilt side to side, the angle of it far less deep.
"Ah, but the space Tsumugi occupies is fit only for Tsumugi. It is quite the same of the very position you occupy! Right here and there, and wherever you may go."
Words of encouragement, perhaps? But not any that would dampen the dreams that come with Tsumugi-admiration. After all this, too, is part of the space they occupy.
Unfortunately, Pernelle's mind is focusing more and more on only one thing: tater tots. His talons move faster, click click click against the ground. It is not at all the same weight or power of Tsumugi's heels. A shiba inu could make much the same song with poorly groomed claws. Into the bag, rustle rustle, and out and --
"Glorious gold! Like a droplet of the sun itself, or star fallen, fried in wishes of happiness!" Pernelle ruffles his wings. His eyes go big, his beak slightly open. He desires! He craves! He must have it!!
... It's... it's not coming closer!! Why isn't Myunghon bringing it closer!!!!
His beak opens wider, with little, "Eh? Eeeeh??" sounds of expectation. There should be a tater tot in his mouth right NOW...!
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
For a moment, Myunghon's glint is almost dangerous -- but then they aren't that cruel, surely, are they? They could hold the tater tot for a king's ransom! Why, they could have the keys to the proverbial kingdom!
"The Peacock Silk enjoys trades, do they not? I am sure you are much the same way, Pernelle."
Myunghon speaks up gently, before leaning their fingers forward to finally allow Pernelle to satisfy himself upon the morsel that is... ... okay, we can't say 'delicately' here, this is ultimately still a pre-packaged frozen tater tot that was unceremoniously dumped into a Peace Burger deepfrying vat 23 minutes ago and then purchased 14 minutes ago because Myunghon understands how to time these things and it's less effective to ply someone with soggy sad potato-based treats, but STILL!
But Pernelle has some words of encouragement for them -- Tsumugi is Tsumugi, and Myunghon is Myunghon -- and they can't help but find that charming. "You are very wise, Pernelle."
A second tater tot is procured from the bag. "I had initially come here hoping to speak to Tsumugi or Yanagi again. After a few meetings, I find myself quite charmed by them... but it is not as if they are the only ones." Perhaps not in quite the same way, but Yanagi is charming nonetheless, they definitely allow.
"Tell me for another morsel, Pernelle, how is it that you came to meet your fellow purveyors in the Peacock Silk? I'm quite interested in you too."
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
Myunghon continues to hold the delicious morsel away from Pernelle's waiting mouth. They mention a trade, and Pernelle gasps before clamping his beak shut for a moment. This is not a gift, not an offering! It is a temptation.
"You seek to bargain with the currency of gods?!" But he keeps looking to the tater tot and back again. To Myunghon. To potato. To Myunghon. To potato. Pernelle is starting to vibrate, making some sort of noise strangled and muffled in his throat like it were resonating through a particularly ragged sock puppet.
Let it not be said Myunghon isn't merciful. They finally free him from his suffering, and he chirps happily to chomp down as if they were hand feeding him slices of the golden apple stolen fresh from the silver bough.
He stands tall and proud, chest puffed up, as he chews his fast food treat.
"I am among the wisest," he agrees, all too happily off in his own world for the moment.
... THERE IS ANOTHER. Pernelle's attention locks onto Tater Tot #2 as his body steps back and forth, but his head remains entirely, fully stationary. This only shifts as Myunghon names their terms.
"And none could fault you for this! Both of them have souls they burn brightly upon their own paths! Have you met dearest Saika yet? She also possesses no shortage of charm!" Pernelle finally lets his gaze focus on Myunghon and not upon food.
"In me? Little, adorable, precious me?" Pernelle puffs his chest with pride. "It is a wonderful story! Among my favorites. One day, I woke up, and then Tsumugi was there!"
Pernelle pauses. He looks down at his feet, inspecting one talon, and then the other. He bounces in place, smoothing out his feathers as he regards Myunghon.
"... The end!"
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
Ah, luxurious tot! (Can you call it a tot. If it's a Tater Tot, then it would follow that there are non-potato tots, right. Apple tots. Orange tots. I don't know, it's all Western food to me!) "Ah, but the gods themselves are said to be the craftiest of schemers, who drive the hardest of bargains. People love a tale where a god outwits their nemesis."
They look pleased to be feeding the peacock, though, because they're not *really* here to try to squeeze information out of the peacock with treats, and Pernelle points Saika out as well. "Oh yes, she was the leatherworker. No, I had not had the pleasure of speaking with them, but I am more than certain the opportunity will arise sooner or later. Yanagi texted me that the commission I had with her was done, but I suppose I should meet her in person for it."
They listen to Pernelle's grandiose and layered backstory. One day, he woke up, and Tsumugi was there...
... The end!
...
...
Myunghon's smile is still there. And then they exclaim, "What a fascinating story!" Like they hadn't just been fed nothing. The absence of detail in story is still a tater tot to them. "So, even from the moment of your coalescence into cognitive reality, Tsumugi was there from the very start. Ara, that brings to mind several things..." And the tater tot is, indeed, transacted.
Next comes... TWO tater tots! The ante is raised!
It might be a private matter, and Myunghon isn't here to push. "Was the store already there when he brought you into the flock? Or was it an idea you all collaboratively created?"
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
"... Perhaps! Perhaps..." Pernelle says of Myunghon's commentary upon the divine. "But... but you cannot ask me to speak of philosophy when I am being taunted so! Such devilment! Such a scheme!" He gives a contented ruffle amidst his begging, looking Myunghon up and down with admiration. "You strike the impressive demeanor of a true trickster. Very good, very good!"
And then it's back to wanting and begging with his eyes.
"Then you must abide by her words! Such commissions are creations of finest artistry. Only you can fill the space you fill, but a commission... any such one could exist within that time, that place! And yet it is yours that does! Very powerful, I should think."
That's a lot of words for Pernelle to say he understands that the time his companions choose to spend on their craft is a valuable thing.
It's a lot more time than Pernelle spends on explaining his backstory, in any case. Could he truly be so satisfied with such a simple explanation for his own existence? Does he think this actually explains everything -- let alone anything? Well, he is begging for a Peace Burger tater tot like it were salvation itself.
He even preens to be praised for his story, sensing nothing wrong his answer, and is rewarded with another tater tot. Yessssss nomnomnomnomnom. Pernelle looks back up from his latest snack to see TWO. TWO AT ONCE! Double tater tot, what does it MEAN?!
Each reflects in the dark pupils of his wide eyes. Pernelle is transfixed. It takes him a moment to realize there is a question at all.
"Mm? Oh! Yes. I mean -- no. There was no flock the day that we met." Well, then it wasn't the end, was it, Pernelle?! "Regrettably, I am unable to handle the manifestation of wealth you call currency, nor am I legally able to tackle the obstacle called paperwork. Now, now, we all understand legality is a socially constructed suggestion, but I do, ah, struggle with handwriting, on account of the lack of hands. Nevertheless! Saika was much more of assistance to Tsumugi in that regard once we made acquaintance. I admit I am not educated on the finer points of property ownership. Apparently humans cannot just sit in a place and call it their own -- though I still think you should attempt it first."
He inches toward the tater tot with another taptap of a talon. "Fate and fortune bestowed Yanagi's presence to us a little later on." Pernelle forgets about the temptation in front of him a moment to puff his chest again with contentment. "And I should say that truer wealth than the delicious little coins and paper you all pass about."
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
There is a precious, devilish gleam in Myunghon's eyes, almost flat, as they keep that smile up. Pernelle calls them a true trickster. Perhaps. Some other days, they think they don't have the hardness and cruelty in their heart to be a true trickster -- but how does one define such anyway?
"Indeed, I wouldn't be so churlish as to demand the pin without Yanagi's presence. It isn't the pin itself, but to listen to her speak of how she came about such a wonderful work, to spend time with her, that truly makes the experience wonderful!" Myunghon is of one mind with this. It really reminds them of their days in the LaForet basement, watching their friends create wonderful clothing and accessories. They thought those days were completely gone, but perhaps it doesn't need to necessarily be so. It can happen again, with other people.
Ah, and here comes more details. Pernelle's simple explanation may have glossed over detail, but there is a way in which these get backfilled as people speak more and recall other facts. So Pernelle's awakening -- in whatever form that might be -- predated this store that they're both perched in. But Pernelle expresses how the intricacies of MONEY and PAPERWORK and other such business is not his specialty.
"Mmmm. If not through silly pieces of paper, humans sit on places or force others out with many guns," Myunghon points out, that little gleam still evident in their eye. "Very silly, do you not think? There is so much room to perch."
Myunghon converges the two tater tots together, perhaps deferring to Pernelle how he wishes to devour TWO tots at once. Once the treat is released, though, they do muse in agreement, "Indeed. Companionship is a truer wealth than any such liquid funds or property. The last month alone has been a testament to that... as has my few encounters with you all here at the Silk."
They pull out something seemingly for themself -- they're not aware Pernelle might be doubly interested! It's... a little blue car! "Ah, I finally obtained the missing piece, after so many Peace Meals!" they sound excited, their eyes widening as they admire it from all angles, and then rips the plastic out to slowly move it to their mouth--
Oh, THIS is the play, isn't it?! Ply them with the fool gold that the false-king may pretend to drown in all the realms of gilded splendour, when the true treasure of blue was waiting, without aroma, in the bag all this time! They're going to hoard the wonders of putting a toy car in their mouth for themself! Devil! Charlatan! Cruelty! Monster!!
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
And what is this, right here and now, if not cruelty!! The cruelest cruelties, specifically to Pernelle, which is extra cruel! (It is not.)
"Not the pin itself..." Pernelle echoes, and suddenly he appears deep in thought about something. But there is, as always, the promise of material pleasure that is tasty treats to bring him back to attention.
For all of Pernelle's verbosity, it seems he is, at the end of the day a simple creature. Also, possibly, a dreadful storyteller. But it may just be the subject of his own self where threading the narrative needle in particular goes to die. What is Pernelle? Why is Pernelle? Is it not enough that there simply is Pernelle? Maybe he doesn't want to ponder it too hard, either.
"Guns!" Pernelle gasps. "That is appallingly silly! Why, if you must claim a roost of your own, it requires but a simple... ha HA!" Pernelle steps back, giving himself room to rustle his train up into its full and glorious display. With careful, finessed movements, he quivers his feathers so they brush against one another in hushed, eerie sounds, and tilts so that the boutique's lighting catches to show off his iridescent nature.
"Guns. Guns! They may as well declare themselves unfit, lacking in glamour and greatness to substitute with guns!"
Pause. Pernelle's train lowers down and folds up.
"Mm, yes, and what you said about the room, I should think. The peaceful part. With the peace-ening, as a true compassionate soul would understand."
Myunghon should, then, get the credit for that. Not Pernelle...
Where was he? Tater tots. But Myunghon's comments interest him in turn as his head cocks to one side again. This time, it does not veer to the other. "You do appear deeply enchanted. And you carry their coat! I would ask, but... mmn... there is something of a mystique to it I would be loathe to encourage you to part with."
But what's this? What's this? A little blue car! It comes from the same place as potatoes? While Myunghon is distracted, Pernelle goes to poke his had into the bag. As if bound by some law of the universe, he fails to take this opportunity to grasp any treats from it. How does the car come from the bag?!
Myunghon brings it to their mouth --
Pernelle's feathers bristle out, fluffed up. He is rounder and fluffier than he has ever been, possibly in his life. Devil! Charlatan! Cruelty! Monster! And --
"Fiend! Provocateur! Sincubus! Name your price!"
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
There is a way in which the peacock values and cherishes companionship, Myunghon notes, that evokes an image of loneliness in their wakening -- he says that he only awoke then, but were there memories of solitude or some such lingering thought? Myunghon can only assume that Pernelle is cognitively gifted, if he is surrounded by other Persona-Users that only want to deal with Persona-Users...
Hmm. And the way he so nakedly cherishes how to relish simple, and yet pleasing physical interactions -- like tater tots... how very human, in a way. But that is the height of arrogance, isn't it? Believing something to be 'human', as if one called 'dibs' on it. Very rich and ironic, from someone whose entire brand is 'No Longer Human'.
There is soft laughter and adoration as the mention of guns brings Pernelle up to full, glorious display -- he really is beautiful. Myunghon has only seen peacocks in zoos before, or in pictures, and not one so up close like this. "They very may well should," Myunghon muses, subconsciously excluding themself from the definition of human. "It's always violence and guns."
Is that why their arm is in a sling? They look less healthy and a little more fragile than when they first arrived trying to ply Pernelle with cookies.
Pernelle comments on how they're deeply enchanted -- and they do confess: "Tsumugi visited my hospital room only more than a week ago to deliver this coat to me." A coat that now, undoubtedly, echoes with cognitive power, in the way those articles of fabrics worked on by Tsumugi's deft hands do.
"During the hour in which all turns to sickly pallor and green, and the moon hangs low. full and grotesque. We danced, ill as I was, but I was swept to my feet by their dark majesty... and then they set me free, like a bird from its cage."
Myunghon's voice almost sounds lovestruck, if subtly, as they recount the tale. They think they're using dramatic words for Pernelle's sake, because the peacock does seem the theatrical sort. Is that all?
"I do perchance wonder if that is a dream, still. But the coat was delivered to me, in the end."
But something suddenly agitates Pernelle!! The peacock is more agitated, more ROUND, more fluffy than ever before!! Fiend! Provocateur! Sincubus!
Myunghon looks confused for a moment, and then suddenly, anger and betrayal turns to--
"... do you enjoy... putting toy cars in your mouth too?"
--solidarity. Understanding.
Union.
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
Perhaps it is very human. That is the curse of sapience, in some ways. But Pernelle does not demonstrate a desire to understand the full intricacies of human manner or society. That is for humans, and he is a peacock. And to be a peacock is quite a wondrous thing indeed.
Case in point, Pernelle poses with Myunghon's adoration, for the peacock cannot help himself. A high posture. A slightly turned head (his good side, of course -- and they are all good sides), a little strut of his leg forward, and then back. He is a perfect specimen of what he is: a glorious and beautiful bird for which the specifics of evolved traits are not well understood the more studies that are performed.
But they says Myunghon, not a part of this, and Pernelle simply nods along sagaciously, as if the pair were speaking about some other that present company has no part in. "Violence and guns, tsk!" he continues, enjoying this gossip. Pernelle pauses. "Mm, though... I do fancy a spot of blood sport now and again..."
Such a crude thing for an elegant creature to admit! He looks over Myunghon. "Something for you to consider should your territory be threatened by guns, I suspect!"
But now Myunghon feeds Pernelle a terribly interesting morsel. "Tsumugi did?" Pernelle says with a genuine start. Dancing and gifting... But ah. That tone in Myunghon's voice... Tsumugi is a terrifyingly charming creature. That is simply their nature, as Pernelle understands it.
"...And if it were a dream, would the feeling nestled in your heart become any less real?"
OKAY THE CAR THOUGH
Does Pernelle enjoy it? Does he enjoy it?!
"YES!" the bird cries, tipping and tapping all over again. He stops. "Well. No? I -- I have never met with the opportunity to! Is this not your first taste of the forbidden?" Not a mockery or a twist of the knife, but their own bliss, followed instincitvely...
His ruffled agitation smooths out as he looks to Myunghon now with awe and admiration, a newfound sparkle in his eye.
I am THOU... THOU art I...
THOU has established a NEW BOND ...
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
There is something terribly admirable about that, though. To be content and have comfort in what you are, not to continuously be in envy of something that you are 'not', something that you continually want to mold yourself in the image of, and always are convinced you are lacking a 'something' that other people have.
Tsumugi is Tsumugi. Myunghon is Myunghon. Pernelle is Pernelle.
Such a simple assertion, but even amongst people who should have more certainty about their identity, it's still so damn hard sometimes. To this end, Myunghon's admiration of Pernelle's certainty of self is no falsehood, indeed.
"Oh?" Myunghon sounds just a tad surprised -- no, they shouldn't be -- that Pernelle enjoys a bit of bloodsport. "True, you were there at Tartarus that one time. Do you explore the supernatural spaces with the others at the Silk?" There's a soft chuckle as Pernelle says they should consider it too. "Perhaps I would be safer if I fancied it more, yes."
They are the ones with true power. Make them realise that.
The words echo in their mind as the topic floats to Tsumugi again. "Mmm." But Pernelle has a pointed question -- would the feeling be any less real if it was a dream? There's something terribly shy and bashful, not trickster-like at all, as Myunghon stammers, "I do wonder... I know it can only be so real."
They have competition, after all. Who knows what the people in the Peacock Silk have amongst them? They don't want to intrude on that. They don't deserve it.
BUT THE CAR THO
"It is your first taste??" Myunghon gasps. "Would you like to try? Cars are some of my favourite things to put in my mouth! But it is not only cars -- the toys that they conjure from these meals are all child-sized and meant to be put in the mouth!"
... no, they're designed to be less lethal if a child DOES put it in their mouth because children are dumbos who put things in their mouth, Myunghon. There's a marked difference there.
Myunghon offers the toy car like it were a precious artifact that they've just quested across the countryside to present to their king. "Who would I be to deny thee such an important experience? Please, by all means!"
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
Pernelle is Pernelle.
And Pernelle does so love being Pernelle. He loves it so much he forgets sometimes anyone might not love what they are.
"You speak with the grand and the gallant Pernelle! Is there not joy to be found in the mask you wear that affords you this conversation?" Pernelle has no Will of Rebellion, nor does he mean to speak to that concept specifically. But what is a Persona if not a mask, generally? "For a mask is a garment one wears to become who they are when they no longer fear that the world is watching."
On the subject of exploration, Pernelle gives a little nod. It is a bit odd, how animated he is when he is Just a Peacock. Avian mannerisms can be uncanny enough without this one responding so... pointedly. "Just so! I do enjoy a little romp now and again -- it is easier to strut and flap about without any of the neighbors getting fussy about it." He mocks a gasp. "'Get down from there!' 'Get away from that!' 'Don't put that in your mouth!'" Pernelle sighs. "Insulting incurious, is what it is."
Maybe don't eat their keys next time, Pernelle.
"Everything can only be so real," Pernelle says, perhaps cryptically, as though all things in life were such a simple matter to accept.
What he cannot accept is that there is a CAR and he is not EATING IT
But for all Pernelle blindly covets this prize, Myunghon explains something far more nuanced and wonderful. Pernelle listens, spellbound. He gasps quietly, and his voice goes soft in reverence. "Designed with such purpose... What an extraordinary invention!"
No one tell Pernelle that it is intended differently. Do not tell Myunghon, either. Let them both live in this reality that promises a brighter, better world!
Knowing this now, Pernelle regards the offering car with far more serenity. Not even demanding bargain, they share their treasure with him...! He looks from the car to Myunghon, eyes shining with moisture.
Gently, oh so achingly gently, he clamps his beak around the car.
All of him stills, his soul and mind transported with this new insight. What was life before Pernelle knew this state of being, this sensation, this indescribable flavor? Pernelle suddenly sits, not quite roosted as a bird should, but talons sticking straight out in front of him, while his sparkling eyes gaze into infinity.
A single tear of joy rolls down his beak.
<Pose Tracker> Myunghon Yeo has posed.
With such simplicity, Pernelle accepts the car and clamps his beak around it.
This should be a scene of complete nonsense for anyone with sense, and yet, to these two who are privy to a sense no one else is, lesser people who can only consider it an 'eating disorder' and call it 'pica' and not a true sense of enlightenment beyond digestible bounds, it is truly pinnacle.
"Oh yes, I can only imagine," Myunghon is in full sync. "'The patient is trying to put the infusion pump tube in their mouth again', 'the pulse oximeter doesn't go on your tongue', 'why is it that you DON'T want the thermometer in your mouth but everything else', they complain, but they do not understand! Not one bit! Cruel, all of them! No, you understand far better than I."
The degrees to which Myunghon is a DISASTROUS patient really cannot be overstated.
Indeed, no one tell them the reality of child-safe toys not meant for the mouth. As Pernelle savours his plastic, however, their thoughts linger to what he said before. Is there no joy found in the mask they wear that affords them this conversation?
"Hmmmm," Myunghon's smile is just a tad bit sadder. "You are just like them, Pernelle. The people of the Peacock Silk have a seeming invincibility around them that is rather charming, all of you. To not fear when the world is watching... that is an admirable quality to strive for indeed."
But now is not the time for such ruminations and sadness. "Now that I know what you enjoy, I shall come more often to share such bounties with you once more!
oh no
<Pose Tracker> Pernelle has posed.
Pernelle would dismiss such labels given to these proclivities as the accusations of fools. Or he would, were he not enraptured in the world only he and Myunghon dare to share, where such voices have gone far, far away. He is untouchable.
But Myunghon understands much. Myunghon understands Pernelle. They have experienced that same critique as spoken by false prophets. Pernelle has never been a patient in a hospital, but he hears Myunghon clearly: they pursue their desires, and the world dares to deny them.
It is a truth more deeply absorbed for this reverie Pernelle has been given, for the taste of plastic blue car has opened his heart and mind to a higher plane.
Slowly, so slowly, he rolls back up onto his talons, and with the same tenderness he was offered the car, Pernelle extends out his long and slender neck and lowers it toward Myunghon with what can only be called a flourish to return their precious treasure after it has been shared so compassionately.
"Yours is a radiant heart," he tells them with all sincerity. "The world should fear you watching, and perhaps it already quakes with envy to see you know and pursue your bliss."
Perhaps this is why Myunghon experiences those who would invalidate their pursuit of infusion pumps and pulse oximeters. Myunghon knows what they like and what they do not! This... is power.
Pernelle's sudden gravity perks back up to a cheerful brightness as he bounces in place. "You will always be welcome within this domain! I shall see to it and look forward to your company!"
oh yes