<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/>“If I try and draw the entire field then there's only going to enough room for every Jollytwill to be not much more than a dot.” Toshiro spoke in a somewhat flat matter-of-factly voice as was typical when his attention was brought to task, his words starting to lack the previously playful kindness that usual accompanied them in more casual conversation. “There had to be just one at some point, the first or the last, there's a time where one of everything ends up alone.” Toshiro knew that this was a rather unnecessarily pedantic point made not out of condemnation towards what he viewed as Kyless' incorrect assessment of the drawn Jollytwill's solitary existence, and more an absent minded remark spawned from the lion's share of his focus was evenly split between actively listening to Kyless' tale, and completing his drawing. Hardly needing the drawing to remain accurate to precisely remember the details of the moment, he began to roughly sketch in the general shapes of Jollytwills in the background, their catching of the breeze indicated in long flowing strokes of softly laid granite.<br/><br/>There was no missing the troubled furrowing of Toshiro's brow at Kyless' mention of a demon's death potentially being little more than a transitory state of being. In spite of his largely pacifistic approach to resolving the tension that had built between the demon and human populations since the demonic incursion through the gate, Toshiro had little doubt that the world would be better place if some demons, much like some humans, were permanently removed from it. Looking up at Kyless for a moment, he tapped the tip of of his pencil idly against the silver case that once held the bracelet in silence before stating with resignation, “I guess without certain demons coming back as a possibility, we humans wouldn't have to worry about VOID.” Glancing to to his pencil for a moment as it rapped against the metal surface one last time, a thought suddenly came to Toshiro, a grim idea, but potentially a necessary one that he would delve into later.<br/><br/>In response to the conclusion of Kyless' tale of the Jagraws and Jollytwills, Toshiro stared at his finished drawing in silence as he contemplated what he had heard. Utter revulsion tore across his mind, unmitigated disgust towards the idea that Kyless had betrayed someone she had built a connection with for something as trivial as a freedom to play or a desire to combat rules simply for their having the audacity to exist. For a moment he could feel his hands trembling in spite of himself, his eyes narrowed at he turned his gaze back towards Kyless wondering at how perversely alien a mind must be to consider ever inflicting such cruelty on one that they had professed to care for, one that they had claimed to love. Closing his eyes and taking in a large breath of air before slowly releasing it and then repeating, he considered the tale at length, specifically the actions of its protagonist, the Last.<br/><br/>Pushing aside the obvious quandary regarding whether the tale was partially or entirely fabricated, Toshiro decided to take everything stated for face value, because were it true then that was that, however even how a fiction is told had something to say regarding its teller. Contrary to what a mortal might ordinarily expect, and in spite of what Toshiro perceived on the initial telling, the Last remarkably bore no apparent ill will towards Kyless in the story, despite what could be seen as treachery on her part. He did not cry out a curse or wish for vengeance upon her, instead granting her either the gift, or obligation, of forever remembering the Valley of the Jollytwills in all of its inspiring visual detail, a task one would not bestow on someone who they did not trust, as such a person could easily discard such an endeavor without consequence.<br/><br/>To Toshiro the importance of the Last's place in the story extended beyond who he had been, his lot in life, and the actions he had taken, what was truly interesting to Toshiro was how large his part in the narrative was compared to Kyless and how, unlike in the tale of the Nosthervim and the Yeshawl, how she was personally involved to a significant degree. Scooting along the smooth waxed floor until he was nearly shoulder to bare shoulder with Kyless, Toshiro leaned forward to catch her gaze as she looked downward, his long slender body contorting at the waist with shades of the same nonchalant grace and flexibility displayed by Marcelline. Meanwhile the certainly a cat herself stretched out across Kyless' exposed right thigh on to Toshiro's left, bridging the gap between them with her very unremarkable weight.<br/><br/>Toshiro hadn't missed the somewhat reticent pauses that accompanied what Kyless had wrought upon the Last and his charge, and with a sympathetic yet curious voice he asked softly, “Rules, Jollytwills, and wisdom aside, what was the Last like? You had a lot to say about him in his role as protector, so you must have known him pretty well, but you barely said anything about your time together with him apart from how it ended. How did you get to know him beyond just finding him one day?” He knew there was a chance this was a sad subject for Kyless, and as much as it pained Toshiro to admit, he hoped that such was the case.