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[Florian's been feeling kinda down lately. What with the general mess his little family's currently in - injuries and death and all-around sadness - this might have been inevitable. Either way, he's currently sitting quietly in his room, drawing pictures in his journal with pretty pretty crayons. Aside from the purple mustache monster, he's also drawn Mieu and some flowers and a bright yellow sun, with little black crayon captions all over. Just for the fun of it.]

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[Wha]

[What.]

[What is he looking at and why does it have a mustache? Little replibro, why do you draw these things??]

[...Ion has no idea, but it still brings a smile to his face. He's just in the next room over, so rather than write a reply, he'll make his way over and knock on Florian's door, gently cracking it open as he does so.]

Florian?

[Florian is busy drawing Dist's hair and glasses on Mieu, though he stops to look up at the knock. Is that Ion? Why isn't he coming in? Hm.]

That's me.

[It's rude to barge into people's rooms, okay! He comes in after that though.]

I saw you drawing over the journal. You've gotten really good at it!

[Barging into Florian's room isn't rude at all, okay! The compliment makes him return the smile.]

Really? Did you like my picture?

[What is that purple mustache monster...]

Did you draw all those?

That's right I did.

[He says as he puts a mustache on the sun.]

[He hasn't really been on the network much since Asch's death, but...]

What is that even supposed to be?

[Oh hey he knows you! You have his full attention for the moment, however short that moment might turn out to be.]

It's Mohs.

[Oh joy.

...Oh. Okay, he's trying not to give Florian the benefit of hearing him snickering. Because what is laughing at anything his replibros do?]

That looks nothing like Mohs.

[Walking over to sit next to him, he nods.]

Though I can't say I've ever seen anything like it... if I may ask, what is it supposed to be?

It doesn't?...Well he doesn't really have a mustache, that's true.

[He can accept criticism!]

Which it? You mean Mohs? I drew him first because I felt like it.

[He points a crayon at said Mohs.]

It's just a bad drawing all around. What are you, five?

[Now Sync, don't even start on the ages thing...you're technically only 2.]

[He actually has to stop for a moment and think about that. :c]

...I don't think I'm five.

[He would probably be facepalming right now.]

Then why are you sitting there drawing bad stuff like a child?

That's... Mohs?

[He stares down at the drawing for a moment, as if trying to make sense of it. He can't help but recall a certain conversation earlier this year...]

[The arte disfigured his body to a great scale, and his mind, too, deteriorated.]

[...he catches himself before he lets any shock show through.]

Does that mean this is how he looked when you last saw him?

Because I like drawing.

That's right. He looked just like that. [Pause.] Except for the mustache.

[He probably shouldn't have asked. Rubbing his forehead right about now.]

Isn't there something else you should be doing?

...I don't think so. I finished my homework, and everyone's too sad to play with me, so there's not much else to do.

...What is that, Florian?

It's Mohs. [Adding in a few flowers by his head...]

...Too sad, huh?

[Okay, he's going to snicker...but he's not covering it up this time.

Oh. That snicker turns into a laugh - because for some reason the sick guy thinks it's amusing.]

[You know, Florian may be somewhat emotionally stunted to a degree, but he's pretty sure that is not a proper reaction to the word 'sad'.]

Why are you laughing?

[Oops. Sync's just a jerk, don't mind him.]

Are they really that upset? They had it coming!

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