<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Between Time and Outside</span></strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a5/4a/d0/a54ad0c78fe6f6ed9893fe8a6eb846e1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro | Date Marceline<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 9:30 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE Headquarters, Main Floor<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kyless | Mentions: Azmodiel, Matsumoto Oei<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured, but with a few more wrinkles in his clothing and a far more disheveled head of hair. | A red nylon collar with a small golden bell<br/><hr/>“She does that, it means she's happy. Humans call it purring.” Toshiro nodded approvingly, but was too focused on his drawing which had been reduced in scope to a single Jollytwill silhouetted against rising hill topped with a solid sky to notice either Marceline's contented purring or her not so subtle undulations in the fields of color and form. Furrowing his brow for a moment in contemplation as he tapped his pencil against the monochromatic Jollytwill to add a touch of stippled texture, he attempted to reconcile the terms: 'The First,' and 'The Last' as titles for an individual, and potentially a group. Given the story's focus on a population's reduction to a single entity, it seemed as if a great deal of clarity could be wrought from the question, “You said he has to defend the Valley at the cost of his next life, does that mean that when you say he was the first to leave, that he was the first of the Jagraw to die?”<br/><br/>Lightly scratching the granite tip against the two dimensional hill to give it proper contrast against the main subject and the sky above, Toshiro turned the drawing upside down in his hands for a moment before continuing with his usual curious tone, “Given that he had another life to live, I'd imagine a Jagraw's death isn't quite the same as a humans, save for our similar capacity for becoming where we were buried.” Turning his gaze back towards Kyless and the comfortingly mundane cat shaped cat of reserved cat color resting on her lap, he smiled a bit at the coziness of the sight before adding with a measure of regret, “I hate to cut into your story, but I'm kinda worried I'll miss out on something important if I don't get how the death and potential rebirth of a Jagraw works. Not the nitty gritty, but more like...  well just explain it as best you can.”<br/><br/>Tossing around the word 'grave' in his mind and briefly questioning whether or not it applied to a resting place for the only briefly dead, Toshiro let his somewhat Buddhist upbringing settle his internal debate before saying somewhat noncommittally, “I think grave is the right word, a place where dead bodies are kept.” While on the subject of reassuring Kyless in regards to her ever improving Japanese skills he added with appreciation for her more adventurous choice of speaking with metaphor, “Saying something is like a<em>parade</em>is a pretty good way of saying it's colorful.” Once again out of eye shot of the scientist, Marceline had taken to imitating the colors of a parade, her shifts now locked in time with the rising and falling of her heavily breathing supine form which contorted as far from the bracelet as possible without leaving the comfort of what was now hers.<br/><br/>There were numerous questions that raced through Toshiro's inquisitive mind as his view once again matched Kyless' to the clouds passing by outside. These queries were mostly kept restrained by his desire to hear if the story had a more satisfying conclusion than, 'The Jagraw had many, many rules,' however there was one more thing that seemed exceedingly important to have Kyless clarify, “When you say the Jollytwills are in a 'human' place, do you mean on Earth or in a place that humans have been to during their short time here? You said the Last perished for the first time before the time of humanity, but you didn't say how long after that you met them.” Erasing a line that had been nearly a millimeter off from where it should have been with a sigh of self reproach,  he added, “If this place did exist on Earth, I'd very much like to see it in person.”<br/><br/>As unpleasant an experience Kyless' sensory defying image of the Jollytwill Valley had been, he could only imagine what it would be like to actually stand among the sea of vibrant and unworldly hued flowers, each flapping subtly in the wind as what must be an overwhelming aroma might overtake a visitor. Would there be a chill in the shadows of those gentle yet colossal tree lined hills, or did that too blue sky radiate a warmth in spite of the myriad cool colors. Chewing lightly on the eraser as he stared at his increasingly inadequate representation, he had to briefly remind himself that there was always the possibility that Kyless was either fabricating or embellishing on the wonder of this place, but as he sat in the warmth of the sun and listened to her story, it mattered very little at the moment.