Trustfell-verse CMO post

[foundfate]

This is thing for all post-Trustfell shenanigans involving Watanuki. There's a few options for whatever you might want:

1: Wish-granting - Watanuki is still running the wish shop, and will grant wishes for anyone who has wishes they want granted. This prompt is also open to any Trustfell characters, even ones from previous rounds. Though Trustfell people that aren't from Watanuki's round won't get quite as good of a deal on their wish.

2: world-hopping - Watanuki will go visit other people's worlds and do stuff with them.

Just specify which one you want when you make a top-level!

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[foundfate]

[Thankfully, time passing differently in each world meant that it hadn't been seven thousand years for Watanuki as well. A lot of time had passed for him, time that could be measured in centuries, but Lamington still had him beat in terms of years lived.

Watanuki thinks that time was far kinder to him, though. Because wow Lamington you got grey.]

Yes I am. Come join me.

[The voice comes from the parlor, which is just down the hall from the entryway. Watanuki even left the door open, so that Lamington could find it easily.

Watanuki himself is sitting on a large couch, smoking a long pipe. There's other things set out on a table nearby- some drinks, an incense burner, a few other odds and ends- but the only other object in the room is a chair. Sorry, he doesn't share his couch.]

[theopneusted]

[That's fine. The shopowner gets couch privileges, and Lamington is more than willing to settle for a chair.

He sinks down into the cushion and smiles brightly at Watanuki.]

Goodness, but it has been quite a while, from my perspective. Though, I suppose asking how long it's been for you is a bit too complicated to be a polite question.

[How does Watanuki measure the time passing? One can only guess.]

Are you well?

[...also, grey is his natural hair color, for the record.]

[foundfate]

[The same as anyone: with a clock.]

It has been long enough, I think. You're the last one to come here.

[Most of the others have already lived and died, even. Only the long-lived ones still remain, and even then some of them have died too.]

As well as I have ever been, I suppose. How about yourself? You must be troubled by something, to turn up here after having not needed my shop for so long.

[theopneusted]

[The short lives of the human and human-passing are a melancholy thought for Lamington, but they're a natural part of their existence, and he knew them well when they were still here to speak to. He doesn't regret not knowing them better.]

A few things. I've done my best to arrange things for a good ending, but I suppose I had significantly more doubt than I realized.

[foundfate]

So you need help with reaching your good ending, then?

[Lamington might want to clarify that point, because otherwise he might end up getting 'help' that isn't quite what he wants.]

[theopneusted]

[Being clear with wishes is something Lamington knows is important, so he hums in thought for a moment or two before answering.]

I want there to be a lasting peace between Celestia and the Netherworlds, rather than simply something that disappears once their current rulers do.

[He knows he has nothing against demons, and Flonne by now has nothing against demons, and at the very least Laharl has learned to understand angels a little better. But after they're gone, then who's to say that things won't revert back to the way they've always been?]