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It was late and he was tired- that was the only thing that kept him from nudging the other chain awake, eager to get back to their abandoned game. He had gotten the feline to play with him; he could be content with that and let the other sleep.

Bandersnatch tilted his head as he glanced down at Leon’s sleeping form. He only sort of remembered when the other had draped himself across the couch, head in the canine’s lap, and he hadn’t questioned it. They’d bantered back and forth for a bit, keeping it light, until finally Leon’s words had drifted off into a soft purr-like hum.

It was strange, seeing the chain so at peace. There was no anger, no frown of annoyance, no arrogant smirk. A smile tugged at the corner of Bandersnatch’s lips, his hand lifting slightly to run through the feline’s hair. He couldn’t help it- he’d always loved Leon’s mane, no matter the form. He paused, gauging the other to make sure he hadn’t woken him, then untied the man’s braid. He began using both hands to gently brush through the lion’s hair, carefully working out any knots he found along the way. It amused him how much wave the braid caused- Could he convince Leon to just wear it down for a while? Probably not, but it was worth a try.

But not today. Unwilling to let the other chain know what he’d been doing, Bandersnatch quickly began to rebraid his hair. It was difficult from this such an odd angle, and it definitely wouldn’t be as neat as it had before, but hopefully the feline would brush it off as just being slept on wrong. He’d have no proof that Bandernsnatch had done it, right? right.

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Leon scuffed his feet against the dirt, his tail flicking back and forth underneath the Baskerville cloak he had donned some time prior. The familiarity of this place was bothering him, or more specifically, bothering him because he longed to remember what memories were shared here. He could only guess and pretend like those made-up memories had existed to fill the hole in his being.

Maybe this was where they all laid out with their Contractors on a lazy summer afternoon. Bandersnatch would attempt to chew on Leon’s ear, before the lion was fed up with the action and got up from his shady spot underneath a tree to chase the dog away with a guttural roar. Or perhaps Tove would have found a warm, protected spot between the two larger Chains when the weather bred snow and freezing temperatures.

Either way, it was nice to believe there were fun memories here.

“Yeah, you’re right. Bandersnatch should be back anytime now.” He hoped. “It’s just a matter of time, really. The Abyss is a tricky place… But I have confidence that he and his contractor will turn up sometime soon.”

It was best to believe in the positive.

”More happy times… That’d be nice.”

"... 'Appy times.." The chain repeated under his breath and hopped ahead. The air was calm now, calmer than it had been all those years ago. He found it funny how everything could change so quickly, but then he was reminded that the Abyss truly was a strange working place and that being in there felt like no more than a matter of minutes rather than a matter of years. It was just hard to get used to.

"One of us should be there for ol' Bandy when 'e gets out," The younger spoke up, ears perking from beneath his hair. Of course they never really had the time to stand around by any of the Abyss' doors, but surely Bandersnatch and his contractor would want to see familiar faces when they get back. "We got a lot to catch up on, eh?" He hummed, feet scuffling along the ground as he walked.

The badger came to a pause and sat down on the ground, having been walking for so long with tiny legs like his, he could get worn out pretty easily. Normally he'd be okay, but with his contractor being so old and unable to really heal as fast as some others -like Bandersnatch's contractor- his stamina varied. "...This is nice," He murmured, turning his head to look back at the lion, "Even if we don' remember what 'appened 'ere, it's peaceful. No threats, no surprise attacks, no nothin'."

He sighed and flopped down onto his back, staring up at the sky. It would only be a matter of time until they were called back to their contractors, so until then, Tove intended to make the most of it before they went into a warzone once again.

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"This seems familiar."

“It does?” The chain looked about the area, a frown upon his brow, but nonetheless, the lion was right. There was certainly something familiar about this area. “Well, I guess some places are goin’ to be that way. I mean, we were in the Abyss for years…” He trailed off and kicked the dusty ground beneath his feet. Who knows where this was. They could have been here years ago, having a picnic, being happy— unlike now. “Nostalgic..” He mumbled, looking back up at his companion, “..That’s the right word, ain’t it?”

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-- Raven turned and looked at his visitors with tired eyes. Suppose someone hadn't gotten any sleep at night. But he still looks like he has more energy in him. "Yes? What do you want?"

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