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Malignance was watching something on TV, writing something in their notebook. These were unrelated, but without seeing what was in the notebook you wouldn't know. And no one except Butterfly had seen inside the notebook.
Malignance was happy enough - Mimosa was there. And Mimosa, as childish and naive as he was, was a happy kid. Emotional. Malignance liked that their brother was happy.
And there she was. Their precious little Butterfly. Wearing one of Malignance's jumpers.
"Hi~" She climbed into Malignance's lap and nuzzled his neck.
"Hey Bow,"
"Bow! Did you know, people keep saying butterflies are knives?" Mimosa said.
An amused quirk of her smile, "You mean butterfly knives?"
"Butterflies are not knives, they're bugs."
"No, Mimo, they're -"
"Where's paper?"
Malignance laughed and tore out a couple of blank pages for their little brother, who immediately got to work on diagrams of flying insects.
Butterfly had a few flyaway pixels, growing irritation. "Mimi, there's different kinds of knives and one kind is-"
"-And if someone said 'look out! Butterfly!' they wouldn't dodge!"
"They would if they were fighting me," Butterfly muttered, and at Malignance's continued laughter, elbowed them in their sternum.
"Knives are not butterflies."
"Butterflies are pretty insects. Definitely." Malignance agreed, making their datemate glitch more. "And Butterfly is a gorgeous skeleton… ?"
Less glitches! And a smile from Mimosa. Malignance grinned and nuzzled Butterfly.