the less you know.

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13daeun‌:

‘‘uh, sure. why not?’‘after all, it’s always easier to talk about food.‘‘yeah, give me the chips. i love spicy things. they’re great. but i definitely want some chocolate, too. i don’t care if it’s melted or not. it’s still chocolate and literally nothing can make it bad. unless it’s dark chocolate. then, no please.’‘but his question surprises her a bit. is it better to lie or tell the truth? perhaps a mix of both sounds the best? and what about a sugarcoated truth? but isn’t that the same thing?’‘do you seriously think that i’m deaf? out of all the souls here, do you really think that a ghost whisperer is deaf?’‘she can’t help but chuckle and at the same time, she wants to bury her head in the sand for mentioning ghosts again.’‘i like hearing others happy. it’s a beautiful melody and i seldom get to hear it. plus, your voice scared all the ghosts and now i have a few moments to rest. i appreciate it a lot. so, sing to me, little snake.’‘

“hey, whoa,” he says, half-laughed out – no, of course, he wouldn’t presume to know how it must be like to be surrounded by souls and spirits, though, surely, as a familiar, and in memories he cannot quite recall in inebriation, he must have sensed them. it’s the chill in the air, the space inhibited by something that’s no longer warm, and as an animal and as a man he avoids it, more so out of banal, primal knowledge not to delve into things that are foreign. not wrong, not really, but frightening in a way that it’s odd, in a way that he cannot understand. “i’m not saying you’re scared, i’m saying i’m scared of them. chill.” he hands her the chips. the chocolate. anything that fits in his arms by the time he sits back down, he hands over to the side, sighing a bit in contentment as he buries his toes in the sand. 

“you’re a whisperer, hey? maybe you hear whispers so much that you end up hearing too much, i don’t know – huh. what’s the opposite of deaf?” his train of thought diverts, joke to curiosity, all light-hearted and without real thought at all. there’s little surety that he’ll even remember this conversation in the future, but the fact that she’s asking him to sing would definitely be a point to keep in mind later on. “you’re gonna regret hearin’ it,” he slurs, mumbles, distracted when he opens a bag of chips and leans back. the music starts again, and he sings under his breath, shyer and quieter now for being called out on it. he pauses, hums when he doesn’t remember the words, and laughs and shakes his head when he reaches a section he can’t quite reach. “see? i don’t even know how to sing all that well. i’d make a terrible jukebox. y’know, i bet if i asked you to sing you’d be shy about it too!”

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not here !

the dream girl, or: @13yoohyeon

it’s a fair few nights of only himself and mostly-forgotten half-awake heat. it’s escalated, now, and the nights are less lonely and there’s one more person beside him on a bed that isn’t even his. but he isn’t alone, and it isn’t cold, and that’s what matters, isn’t it – not the complication, not the unspoken, not the awkward marching away hoping that no one brings up what happened the night before. and the nights, as they are, are shorter now, too. the day comes creeping in with all the insidiousness of a new day, forcing him to leave behind the ache of the hours before. 

but in his dreams the days aren’t strained. the tension is absent and there is only him, sitting on a bench in a park he can only vaguely remember from days as a snake, seen from the bushes and from the ground, feeling all the too-big souls that occupy a too-big space.

he’s waiting. he doesn’t know what for. but then she’s there, and he doesn’t know why – he hardly ever does – but in this dream he jumps out of the bench and falls on ground that’s as hard as soft mud and as clean as grass. “yoohyeon! why – what –” he looks to the side. alice is gone in this dream, now, or perhaps she wasn’t there at all, and maybe he’s just been waiting forever. “what are you doing here? i didn’t...invite you in, did i?”

[taehyong]

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the third time.

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13xmomo‌:

“Where are your clothes?” just because she couldn’t help her curiosity. When she transformed as a changeling, she was fully clothed – she supposed she was fairly new to the ‘witch world’ as she called it sometimes – magic was unique to each one of them. “At least be decent, you don’t own this house,” she muttered, snapping a slightly large leaf from a nearby plant and handing it to him to cover his person. 

“then you should’ve looked where you were going, instead of daydreaming – night dreaming – whatever the fuck you were doing,” he tells her irritably, getting even more so by the taste that’s now begun to settle in his mouth. no. that’s just the taste of foot – yup, there really is a reason why predators like him don’t eat things feet-first. “i’m not being overdramatic, this is serious! what if my tongue falls off, huh?”

he huffs at her question, but answers anyway. “i left them back in my room. i was just going to go put them on when i transformed back later, but here i am, almost being crushed to death,” he continues on, even as he accepts the leaf she offers him. it’s barely enough, but it’s enough, and that’s what seems to matter. “all i’m doing is enjoying the night. it’s a nice night not to be stomped. i should stomp you, see how dramatic you can be when you have a near-death experience!” he looks her over once, unimpressed. “what are you doing out so late, anyway?”

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13kana‌:

artful woozy beach breaking | @13jvn​

“okay okay, i’ll admit perhaps wearing these heels to the beach isn’t exactly at the top of my list of good ideas, but,” she leans heavily against him, turning him towards her so he’s forced to address his mother. “but they looked so good with these pants, i couldn’t help myself. i’m weak.”

the moon watches over his alcove of magic and jun’s face is turned to the sky to bask in it. here, have this life that you protected in nights where i hid and begged for safety from demons wearing human skin. here, have this, have that, have the music and the warmth in my veins i didn’t know i had. it’s this that has him smiling despite himself, leaning forward again to grab another bottle, and having to stand up for it. it’s been too many. he doesn’t even know what he’s drinking anymore, and he’s only vaguely aware that his toes aren’t in the sand anymore. he digs his feet in with an unnatural amount of concentration, wiggling them so that they’re warm and safe from the salt and cold in the air, brought thrumming and alive from the depths of the sea.

he’s busy looking around for a bottle opener – where has it gone this time? someone better bring it back! – when someone stumbles against him, which dislodges his toes from the nice little pocket of sand they were resting in. if it was anyone else, he’d push them off, but he laughs because he knows that laugh too, he knows that warmth, those hands, and lets himself be turned around, unopened bottle and messy hair and all, his own hands finding the curve of her shoulders in an attempt to steady both of them.

“then take them off. you’re so silly.” he laughs then, and takes her hand, tries to lead her to a chair. to him it’s the rational choice. she’s moving too much, and he’s already having trouble focusing on anything moving. “come on, i’ll take them off for you. it’s okay, you made your point, i get that you want to be as tall as your favourite kid in the coven.” 

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you heal. you grow. and you help others.  ’ ‘  my kink is not setting an alarm for the next morning.  ’ ‘  if you think i’m cute send me money.  ’ ‘  one day i will take a good selfie and you will be sorry….. you will all be sorry.  ’ ‘  not a day passes where i don’t embarrass myself but it’s ok because i’m on the path to destroy my ego so i won’t be embarrassed anymore.  ’ ‘  there is no reason not to love with you whole heart.  ’ ‘  i hope your heart heals from all the damage it took over the years.  ’ ‘  sometimes you just gotta say fuck it and send that text.  ’ ‘  ‘i can see your nipples through that shirt’ first of all stop being ungrateful.  ’ ‘  so much is going on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it’s too much!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just want to sleep in the forest for 190 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m tired leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ’ ‘  i heard you like bad girls. well i’m bad….. at everything.  ’ ‘  yes, i am fully aware that I’m The Worst™ but i still wanna be like……. loved and stuff.  ’ ‘  i really am, from the bottom of my heart, an actual fucking idiot.  ’ ‘  let me show you just how good i can be.  ’ ‘  i’m just tryna chill on a beach somewhere at 3 am.  ’ ‘  i have a serious weakness for thigh grabbing and hickeys.  ’ ‘  i’m a snail and god is salting me.  ’ ‘  i hate texting people who don’t use a billion emojis and a trillion exclamation points in their messages. just say you hate me and want me to die.  ’ ‘  being called baby?????? holding hands????!? being KISSED?!!!?!???????  ’ ‘  i hope your heart heals from all the damage it took over the years.  ’ ‘  my heart busts a nut every time someone tells me they saw something and they thought of me.  ’ ‘  i have hella heart eyes for you.  ’ ‘  you’re cute. i wanna kiss you for a whole hour.  ’ ‘  it’s pretty iconic to like yourself.  ’ ‘  i am so jealous of animals that get to hibernate, like what the fuck, why can’t i just sleep for four months and then return to real life.  ’ ‘  stop feeling sad and acting weird you bitch (the bitch is me)  ’ ‘  i’m still obsessed with you like it’s day one.  ’ ‘  to quote hamlet act iii scene iii line 92, ‘no’.  ’ ‘  i would have a cuter room if i wasn’t a goblin who threw all her shit on the floor.  ’ ‘  on two hours of sleep i’m either way too happy or violently homicidal.  ’ ‘  let’s go on a date and by date i mean lay in bed and make out for three hours.  ’ ‘  alphabet soup. more like times new ramen am i right.  ’ ‘  tbh it’s okay if no one else thinks i’m funny because i think i’m a riot.  ’ ‘  catching feelings is bullshit. i’m just eating french fries, why i gotta think about kissing you? 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i’m paying you to injure me.  ’ ‘  thank you for being the biggest light in my life and saving me from the darkness.  ’

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13xxander‌:

“so, is there any other interesting news you can divulge to me about these women? perhaps the reason why that one is called bigfoot? her feet don’t look that huge. i would say average size..”

so far, the other man hasn’t made any movements to touch him again, which is...generally good. jun doesn’t want to say his own insecurities and unload all his fears to absolutely anyone who doesn’t need to know, and no one has to know. he’s uncomfortable with being touched, that’s that – and even now he’s fighting the urge to run away and take a shower to wipe away the ghost of a sensation that’s sending goosebumps along his spine. 

the jibe about his lack of friends bounces off of squared shoulders – he doesn’t need people talking to him and taking up the little amount of care he can afford to anyone else but himself. and anyway, this guy isn’t cool. he’s not funny. he’s not even funny in the ironic kind of way. he’s just annoying. if he ends up with less friends than junho does, he won’t even be surprised about it. 

so he doesn’t say anything, not really, and is comfortable with this distance until this man stands next to him. immediately, he takes a step away, off to the side, as if being in close proximity with someone so touchy would set him on fire. 

“why would i want to tell you anything?” is something he doesn’t bother to bite back this time. there are a lot of words that remain in his mouth and an even larger portion of conscious thought that goes into keeping them in there – and that’s partly due to being made to swallow them with blood, thanks to his father. but he isn’t here now, and jun can say as many biting things as he wants.

“just look at her, it’s obvious,” he continues, sighing, “she has huge feet, man. tried to stomp me to death once. then almost gave my mouth a fungal infection. you know how nasty that is? now just...” he makes a motion for this guy to keep his distance. “don’t touch me, then. stick around as much as you want, i really don’t give a shit, but you’re gonna be bored.” 

[13xyerin-deactivated20181117]

seeking stars

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13xyerin‌:

She takes a seat near Junho, shoulders relaxed and at ease as she shuffles closer to the fire, allowing it to warm her thoroughly.  Idly, Yerin picks at her strings for a moment, then sighs and instead turns her focus to the fire and the figures around them, enjoying the frivolity of the night.  “Please tell me someone is staying sober to make sure everyone gets home.”  She says this to no one in particular, but she glances at Junho as she does so, not expecting him to have the answer despite that. Mostly she just didn’t want to be stuck with it.    

the flames lick at the air and an angel made of fire and lightning sits next to him. she’s this being of warmth, wild and electric, and it must be fate that jun naturally gravitated towards her before, and must be fate that a man he’s not fond of protects him from someone so addicting. it might be a way to save him from losing himself in it. “i hope not,” he replies, taking a swig from his drink and enjoying just sitting back on a fold-out chair and eating from a bag of chips between his thighs. it crinkles louder than the fire but not louder than the music. “why would you want to be sober from this?”

he motions towards the cooler between them, and takes another swig from his beer. what is this, now – his fifth? sixth? it must be around that ballpark from the way his face feels warm despite the autumn wind trying to make him feel otherwise. it’s a drawback of this gathering – at the start of the night he had had to carry a heat pack in his jacket pocket to warm his hands up, and he felt his nose begin to congest before he sat closer to the fire. now he was as close as possible without interrupting the revelry, and that was close enough.

“mm...do you know how to play a more rock-y song? like, uh...” he snaps his fingers, frowning as he tries to remembers, then – “joker and the thief. the one by wolfmother. do you know it? i mean, if you take requests. otherwise, take a drink and come drink with the rest of us. might be more fun for you that way. less worrying about everyone, y’know?” 

[13jvn-blog]

🐍

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13xmomo‌:

Aren’t you supposed to be with Alice, she wanted to ask, but while she wanted to converse, she also felt quite dejected. Momo rested her snout on Junho’s thigh, watching Kana from a distance, then glancing up at Junho’s face. His tone was light-hearted, and he was smiling. At least one of them was happy tonight. 

perhaps the mood is just infectious. the night has its own charm, and junho, especially as a snake, is in his element under the moon and the stars. this is the time to hunt, and to give thanks to the moon for giving him light enough to find solace in dark winters and light enough to find life to consume for his own. momo might not know the comforts of living as an animal without care, unguided by these pesky limbs and the need to maintain the entirety of a body bigger than life needs to be. momo must have it easy, he thinks, and he doesn’t mind at all when she bares her teeth at him or swats his back with her tail. none of these things bother him as much as her life of comfort does.

but envy isn’t the only reason why he’s stuck with her for so long and envy sure isn’t why he’s concerned about her apparent resistance to the energy of the night. there must be something else that’s bothering her, something that’s so incorrigible and unbearable about the festivities that even she won’t join in. “hey, i know you’re, like, this big, nerdy loser, but there’s no need for that attitude, thank you,” he tells her with only a teasing tone. he puts the bottle on the sand beside him, between the both of them, and sighs as he digs his toes into the sand. 

this leaves his hand free to pet her head, and it’s as comforting as it is worrying. her fur is soft, and her body warm against his. he can’t help but sink his fingers into the soft white at the top of her head, right between her ears, and scratch and massage her scalp as best he knows how. he’s never had a dog before, but it doesn’t take a genius to know how to pet one – or something close to one, anyway. (the local dog in the coven, on the other hand, is another matter entirely.) he follows her gaze, and back again: “if you keep staring at something you don’t let yourself have, it’s just going to make you more miserable.” he speaks from experience, and drinks from his own drink first before continuing. “if the opportunity’s there, why not go for it? i mean...” he huffs a bit, and drinks some more. “just join the party if you want to, s’what i’m saying.” 

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13daeun‌:

liebe, der Mond

without a persistent melody and voice in the air, the whispers are once again inside of her head, and she has no choice but to frown and look sullen.’’hey,’’daeun returns him smile for she knows it’s the only right and polite thing to do. but it’s his question and not the smile that confuses her.’’uhhh, scared of you? you wish. nope, not in this lifetime. but perhaps in the next one?’’she can’t help but laugh at her own words, but she’s telling the truth. no living thing scares her. ‘’i wish you could sing more. that was quite impressive. i actually really enjoyed it. ‘’

it takes another blink and a half-lidded moment to recognise who he’s actually speaking to. there’s a lull of awkwardness where he wants to simply curl up in this silence and take a nap in it, but the spirits are too high – no, that must have a different meaning for her, doesn’t it? perhaps it would be even more awkward if he asks her if she wants to partake in some spirits of her own. surely there are more subtle, sensitive ways to phrase that, but at the moment junho is coming up with nil, and it’s better now to bite back words than regret them later.

“mm. well. guess i’m not as scary as some of those...” he makes some movements with his hands, vague and formless. then, he regrets it. yep, definitely should’ve kept his mouth shut. to keep it shut, he takes a swig of his drink, and stands up to go over to the basket of snacks he brought along with them, situated beside her. “hey, want something to munch on while we wait for the next song? i got uh...nuts.” he shuffles around, blinks a bit more to make it – nope, no, he’s just blocking the light from the bonfire behind him – and he moves off to the side a little. “chips. spicy shit. chocolate, too, but i dunno if it’s still, like...good. i mean, it’s good, but like, i don’t know if it’s melted.” he pauses, and looks at her when he decides to take a small packet of nuts for himself. “so, uh, are you deaf, or do you seriously think i sing well?”

[13xmomo-blog]

the third time.

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13xmomo‌:

“Look, I’m sorry I stepped on you! Did you need to bite that hard?! Snek boi,” she muttered the last bit under her breath. Deftly, Momo was reminded of that stupid meme she saw a few years back. No step on snek, indeed.

oh, right – he almost forgot some people can still be shocked at the sight of that. it’s only been a while since he’s returned to a proper home, and some habits are hard to break. in the streets no one bats an eye when he walks around with half the clothes he ‘fell asleep’ in, because in the streets people are bound to steal them when they’re just lying on the ground with no wearer in sight. he’d gotten better at hiding them away, of course, and would return to them when he turned back into a form more acceptable, but sometimes it can be easier to remain a snake and follow those instincts; sometimes, like these, it’s more difficult to be human and deal with human embarrassment. to be fair, it settles for a second before he pushes it away, and he scrambles to his feet, seemingly proud in his shamelessness, except he’s more annoyed than he is proud.

“i didn’t want to be stepped on either! no one asked you to do that, but you did it anyway!” and he was just defending himself, too, which is why he bit her in the first place. she’s probably overreacting. surely it wasn’t that strong. he hardly even swallowed her entire foot – now that’s something to complain about. but a simple bite? she’d be fine. he, on the other hand, is more concerned now about a fungal infection in his mouth. god – he’s survived plenty, but now he has to spit a few times just to make sure, and in between, incredulous: “i could’ve – died! i didn’t know kana took people in just to let them be stepped on and –and potentially killed by...by people with big feet like you! god, what is wrong with your feet?!” 

[hanmina13-blog]

Kitty Police!

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hanmina13‌:

“Fine.” she said simply while looking at his hand and then back at his eyes, shaking his hand as firmly - which wasn’t too strong to be honest - as possible, “If I catch you throwing another cat again, you know what’ll happen then. Deal?”

she seemed scared of him – no, intimidated, perhaps. at least he hasn’t made her cry yet, which is good. kana would have his ass for it. no one likes facing the mother’s wrath. “deal,” he agrees easily and without further question to her reliability. he’d have to make sure that she doesn’t open her mouth about it, of course, but then again he’d know if she did if alice comes home complaining to him about it. “if i hear anything about what happened, i’ll throw you instead.”

it’s a threat that has little behind it. his grip tightens for a heartbeat, and nothing more. he retracts his hand and places them in his pockets, looking at her with some degree of paranoia an distrust. “are you sure i can’t give you a ride to wherever you’re going?” a pause. “where are you going?”

[13jvn-blog]

all that glitters.

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13xalice‌:

“junho,” she says his name because even when she isn’t speaking it, it ends up on her tongue. she wraps her arms around his neck because it’s what girls like her do. catch, hold, release. “i can’t believe you’re here! why didn’t you tell me?”

it’s difficult to return to anonymity once he’s made himself known to her, and it might have been a bad choice. jun isn’t known for thinking things through and it’s just one of those times that it bites him in the ass. in the seconds that pass he hopes that the message hasn’t gone through, that he doesn’t have to bear the embarrassment of her mirth – no, alice doesn’t laugh at people insidiously, not like that. she’s kind and beautiful and graceful, and he’s this big lumbering thing who can’t dance for shit and with every step he takes up more space than he should. this isn’t his place,

but then –

then it feels like it is when she approaches with his name, giving it to him like she’s had her turn with it. now he can have it back, and he almost says thank you, but it’s just the alcohol, and he drinks even more before she crosses that space between them and brings herself close. all that magic hanging around her shoulders, and she decides to wrap it around his neck and adorn him with it. “i. uhm.” the glass sits near-done at the bar. he runs his thumb along its side, gaze trained on her, catching the way little stars are speckled along her neck, her cheeks, her smile. “i’ve been watching for a while now. i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. you...” it’s the way he bites back these words – all of them, venomous or complimentary – that he wishes he can get out of. but he doesn’t. not tonight. “good.” no, that’s not right. “i mean, you’re good. aren’t you tired? we can leave together, if you want.”

[13jvn-blog]

liebe, der Mond

the party’s only just begun; or: an open starter

nary a soul should be allowed to remain quiet under the loud moon, shifting anew for brighter nights and colder days under the sun that will soon give littler warmth and nothing-heat. it’s an eclipse of a poem that’s lasted all spring and summer, the dawn of a eulogy to life, and jun sings with his lungs hoarse with alcohol and smoke. under leather he’s still ill-suited to the cold breeze just around the next sunrise, but that’s in a few hours yet and warmth, to be true, must be earned now in this body than in another. he laughs to the tune of cracking wood and beating fire, eating air and bending just as it does, over the waist, with one hand holding onto his drink.

he turns when he’s calmed, drawn away from the anchor bright and glittering in the depths of the night, and leans back against his fold-out seat, feet outstretched and bare on the sand. his other hand holds a half-full bottle of beer, hitting his companion’s arm lightly with the half he isn’t holding.

“hey,” is an apology rarely-said, carried into his mouth and out with parts of a nervous laugh. his fingers card through his hair, and it’s a smile, it is, drawn back by that veil, unraveled with the spirits of the night and the spirits he’s consumed throughout. “hey, we haven’t talked much lately, have we? you’re not scared of me or something, are you?”

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unwanted drinks and feelings.

It was easier when all she felt was the slight hunger and the sound of the wind on her raised ears. At least, Momo liked to think so. Biological needs and animal instincts were more convenient to deal with than the wretched emotions that made her feel slightly ill as a human. Unfortunately, they didn’t disappear, but only dulled, if anything. Momo felt pathetic, and she was sure that she also looked like it.

he comes in with alice and in high spirits. tonight’s excitement isn’t lost on him, and by all gods he knows the moon has seen him through the worst of times and the best of them, recently, and it’s only fair to thank Her for all this magic, even if the magic itself is probably inexplicable anywhere else. but they aren’t anyone else, and all this energy in their air is intoxicating even before he opens the first beer bottle from the cooler he brings with them. it’s a long, tedious process of bringing out a basket full of snacks (for him) and some fold-out chairs, but at least he’s looking forward to sharing some of this bounty with other people he actually gets along with. however, a quick look around is telling enough, and he looks further, further, and spots the familiar ball of fur in the sand, further from the fire and the warmth and the fun. 

without a second thought, he heads on over, two beer bottles in hand, still unopened. it must be silly now to just make himself comfortable in the sand even though he brought those fold-out chairs with him, but it’s not like momo can sit beside him on a chair in that form.

“hey, loser,” he greets, holding out the bottle, cold and condensed in his hand, and presses it against her fur, against her neck, and takes it away after a second. “why are you so broody out here, furfoot?” junho prods again, lighthearted with the night. looking over at alice softens the edges of his grin until he returns to the companion who didn’t ask for his presence there at all. “do i have to step on you to get you to drink with me or what?” – a clear reference to their first real meeting, and not exactly a pleasant one. at least he can laugh about it now. “come on, come drink with me before someone drags me out to dance with them. i think i need to be very tipsy first before i embarrass myself like that.”

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the third time.

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If she could have paused, she would have for a moment to think. The snake was distinct in color, dark with a light rainbow tint in the light, and the realization hit her. This was not just a snake. “Fuck,” she cursed once more, remembering the familiar she had met quite a few times, he was seemingly without a care of her existence, and Momo generally avoided those types. She had not really asked for his name, but from Kana, she had heard that it was Jun. “Jun, ouch, stop!” Momo’s brain failed to quickly register that he didn’t have ears. With another decisive smack on its head, this time with a force that she wouldn’t normally use on animals, she willed him off her sore foot. 

he knew she was yelling something. cursing. couldn’t figure out what it was, though, and he wasn’t sure that he cared either way. it tasted like fur. and feet. god, the taste was horrible. she really wasn’t meant to be eaten after all if this was what the rest of her tasted like, and prey almost always tasted like...prey, of course, and would always fit in his mouth, with as big as he could get it. then came the slipper – again! – and, agitated, he curled around her foot tighter, tail rattling in frustration as he finally let go of her foot and this form. 

in a blink he was naked  under the moon, hugging her leg, and he let go just as quickly, scrambling back on the ground without an ounce of shame for his current appearance. by now he was used to it; there were usually clothes laying about, but he had gotten out of them in his room and that was a walk away from the garden. (some habits are harder to break than others.) still, he glares up at her as he chokes and spits at the offensive taste lingering on his tongue, and the back of his mouth. not to mention that sharp pain that carries over his leg – “ew! ugh! have you ever considered using, like, foot powder or something? disgusting!”