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[The PCD catches Break singing has he manages the dishes.]

Twelve for the twelve Apostles
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven,
Ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April Rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,

[Up to his elbows in soap, voice pleasant, but wheezy.]

Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the Gospel makers,
Three, three, the rivals,
Two, two, the lily-white boys,
Clothèd all in green, O and
One is one and all alone
And evermore shall be so!

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Some would find it romantic, in a tragic way.

I bet they had chicks. Dozens of them.

He brought her something near each season, wooing her each time.

They died in each others wings.

[Brushing a thumb across the two small skulls he still held.]

Of old age, content.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be in their nest.

Inde~ed. Mayhaps we should do something special with these, keep them together.

Let's. You know bones better than I do.

I could string them together to hang somewhere, it isn't too terribly hard to put small holes into them when careful of not breaking bone.

My, I could try my hand at necklaces- simple ones, of course. Dress them up a little with bone engraving if you'd like something added.

[Placing the skulls down, looking them over thoughtfully.]

If the rest of their bones are there and accounted for.. I could possibly make a lovely articulation with the pair, adding in some things we find within the nest.

Edited 2011-12-12 22:17 (UTC)

That's a nice idea. Recreate them.

[Moving to gently start picking bones out.]

If we can't find them all I can use some odd ones I've got at my little workshop.

[Helping pick out bones from other bits of the nest.]

Look at this.

[A pretty silver bauble.]

That is a pretty thing.

It could go behind his breastbone.

It cer~tain~ly could. Would fit just right, with a little manuvering.

I'll look forward to seeing your work.

[Winking.]

You'll be the first to see it.

[Laughinga bit softly.]

Now, I'm afraid I might have moved you out of the frying pan, into the fire.

Do tell.

There's no demon visitor in these parts- but we do get a little devil.

I hope my being here doesn't bother the little devil too much.

There was a brief hissy fit, but I think he'll confine himself to frogs in your oatmeal.

I was never fond of oatmeal anyway.

It'll be fine.

Probably.

Just have to wait and see.

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