<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/>Even if the warmth of the summer sun hadn't made itself apparent with the sheer contrast it offered against the chill of SOPHE's subterranean levels, there was no way Toshiro could ignore its invigorating effect it had after seeing how Kyless reacted to its touch. Taking several long strides to catch up with her at the window side, the scientist couldn't help but press his hands and forehead to the glass to feel the window's morning warmth as Kyless sat down on the floor next to him. Tossing around Kyless' words around in consideration among the considerable contentment of the moment, he didn't even notice Marceline launch herself from his arm and into Kyless' laps, the<em>cat's</em>body twisting somewhat around the demoness' elbows as it enjoyed her cushioned basking location.<br/><br/>Scratching his chin, the warmth of his sun soaked fingers reassuring against his cold cheek, Toshiro rolled his head slightly in Kyless' direction, catching her seated form out of the corner of his eye before answering the point she'd made in the elevator, “Giving up on trying to understand each other because of our fears is a lot like giving up on... “ Rolling his chin scratching hand in the air in an attempt to internally conjure up a suitable metaphor that Kyless might understand, he continued with a note of exasperation towards his momentary absence of imagination, “Like giving up on... on lighting a fire to see because the night is too dark. If we can figure out the first part, it'll sort out the second.”<br/><br/>Seeing how much Kyless was enjoying the act of simply feeling the denied warmth of the outside world mixed in with her harmless request to experience it a moment longer, Toshiro simply nodded his head slightly against the glass before withdrawing from it, stepping over towards Kyless' side, and sitting down next to her. Staring at the luxuriating body of Marceline as she continuously flexed her body out against Kyless' elbows in a way that could not have been particularly comfortable for the trickster, he laid back against the the tile with the back of his head caught in his interlocked fingers as he replied, “Yeah we can stay here for a bit, Azmodiel and Director Matsumoto probably thought it would take me longer to convince you to put the bracelet on, so I'm betting we have some time before we're supposed to meet up with the others.”<br/><br/>It was a strange thing to hear Kyless talk in a serious tone, and odder still was the subject on which she chose to affect such a dire voice. She had been perfectly willing to tell him the harrowing story of the Yeshawl who were masters of time, and the Nosthervim, who were doomed to suffer an eternity being locked in temporal stasis, but it was the information regarding a field of beautiful flowers that rested upon hills too high beneath a perpetual unnaturally blue sky that would require him to swear to never forget it? Trying not to immediately dismiss this as a deception or joke at his expense, Toshiro nodded his head with the solemnity the situation called for before withdrawing a pencil and sketchpad out from his lab pocket. Tapping the somewhat dulled lead to an empty page he added with little attempt to hide his growing eagerness, “Alright, I'm all set to never forget. I don't really forget otherthings... other things ever, but I'll take extra care to not forget about the Jollytwills.”<br/><br/>Occasionally one of SOPHE's many employees would walk past the pair and give them an odd look, but as Toshiro rapidly and masterfully drew out with exacting attention paid to even the most minute of details he'd seen in Kyless' second illusory landscape of the day, the researcher didn't even acknowledge their presence save for when he'd cast a dirty look at anyone who might block the sunlight streaming on to him and his storyteller. So focused on the twin tasks of listening and drawing was he, that he hadn't even noticed Marceline's fur cycling slowly through the various hues that made up the Jollytwill Valley as she dozed contentedly on Kyless' thighs, the cat's posture only somewhat contorting itself into impossible shapes reminiscent of a Klein bottle.