[ Weird. Haha. Yeah. Abby curls a little tighter around Jenny before he remembers not to squish her and relents. It wouldn't be right to trap her, to put a leash on her. He made her, gave her a shape, a body to inhabit, but she's Jenny before she's his and that's how it ought to be. You don't own the dead.
Or you're not supposed to, at least. And she's not dead anymore.
Abby sniffs, rubbing Jenny's head. She flicks her ears. ]
Woke up and she was here. Her name's Jenny.
[ The cat noses at his bracelets, though the charms are all dead and cool now. No power in them. Abby lifts his head a little. Watching the other man carefully. ]
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Or you're not supposed to, at least. And she's not dead anymore.
Abby sniffs, rubbing Jenny's head. She flicks her ears. ]
Woke up and she was here. Her name's Jenny.
[ The cat noses at his bracelets, though the charms are all dead and cool now. No power in them. Abby lifts his head a little. Watching the other man carefully. ]
You can pet her. If you want.