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@a-questionable-moth
"My goodness! Such a fascinating little one you are. I've seen you around Master Markus' place. I am Genie. Pleasure to meet you dear."
Oh, who was this?
The little creature buzzes lightly, wings fluttering ever so carefully. They smelled of the Handsome Friend! Genie.... It could remember that. It peeps happily, waving both of its hands in a greeting.
it’s not you’re* or your*. it’s all Mine. everything is Mine
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Holy crAP KISSES. So many sudden, abrupt kisses as the creature flies into the room at full tilt only to latch onto Markus' face. It smells distinctly of... Coffee. Dear /god/.
[His eyes just slowly widen as he inhales the scent of coffee. Sweet Christ.]
Handsome friend is crying.
But plant.
But handsome friend!
But plant!
The creature seems greatly confused at who it should be petting right now. It eventually settles on both, gently patting the plant on the emerging fluff and Markus on the nose.
[The incubus manages a few soft chuckles, pleased by the other’s attempts at comfort. But he was just fine. Just.. a bit overtaken by his emotions.
The sprout gives no response to the patting. But it looks quite cute.]
Once it's identified that the plant is sated, it turns its attention to Markus instead. After patting at his nose a few times, it looks at the puff, seeming to think. Without warning, it suddenly shakes itself, as if covered in something, only to show him it's taken... more of a blue tint. The fluff around it's neck seems to resemble the fluff in the basket.
Oh. The bug is back. And it seems highly intent on preening your face.
[He gives a loud, irritated sigh, ceasing his arranging of his ill-gotten treasures and just standing there, allowing it to happen.]
The terrain has changed.
With no hair to braid here, the creature makes mimicking grumbling noises, carefully pushing the folds of his shirt around. When it’s finally pleased, it plops over on its side and stretches, much like a rabbit would when comfortable and trusting.
[Once he sees that the little bug is comfortable, he idly pets at them with the pad of his index finger, not particularly mindful of whatever piece of the moth’s anatomy he was petting at.]
It vibrates away happily, only stopping should he cross over more... Personal anatomy. It's here where he occasionally earns the tiniest of noises, as if attempting to hide them.
Holy crAP KISSES. So many sudden, abrupt kisses as the creature flies into the room at full tilt only to latch onto Markus' face. It smells distinctly of... Coffee. Dear /god/.
[His eyes just slowly widen as he inhales the scent of coffee. Sweet Christ.]
Whatwasthat.
The little creature’s attention snaps to the twitching sprout, and it promptly drops off Markus’ hand unceremoniously to scramble over and investigate. All the while it’s chattering away, as if alerting the incubus of the movement and, as if to further educate him, mimics the movements dramatically with its antennae.
[Markus watches intently, simply nodding his head now and then as the creature chatters on.
The almost ghostly sprout gives another twitch or two before its little bud splits open, revealing an itty-bitty, pale blue truffula puff.]
And the sounds stop.
As does all movement.
The anon gives the last few hums of vibration as it silences itself, in awe of the tiny blue puff. It was growing! And it was so pretty!
The fluff on the anon expands, and it looks up at Markus with a delighted expression.
[The grin on Markus’ face was the widest it’s ever been. And the most tear-soaked. Slowly, he pulls the basket down into his lap and curls his upper body around it, staring down at his small friend and the slowly-growing seed.
There was a consciousness in there, somewhere. It just needed time to grow.]
Handsome friend is crying.
But plant.
But handsome friend!
But plant!
The creature seems greatly confused at who it should be petting right now. It eventually settles on both, gently patting the plant on the emerging fluff and Markus on the nose.
Paladin-alexander-anderson has a Question!
Oh.
Who was this? They were tall! And they had glasses, too!
The tiny creature flits into the other's view, chirping and whistling at him in delight.
It seems to like you.
Oh. The bug is back. And it seems highly intent on preening your face.
[He gives a loud, irritated sigh, ceasing his arranging of his ill-gotten treasures and just standing there, allowing it to happen.]
It seems pleased enough, occasionally spouting a line or two of music from various genres and working away. It only takes a few moments on the first bundle, then moves to make another. The simple notion of him allowing such a thing seems to make it happiest, though. Much more preferred than being tossed, squeezed too roughly, flicked, swat at, or the other miscellaneous forms of removal Ponix had used by this point.
[He allows the first two braids, at least, before reaching up to remove the affectionate pest from his hair. The male looks at them for a moment before giving a tired grunt and setting them back on his chest.]
The terrain has changed.
With no hair to braid here, the creature makes mimicking grumbling noises, carefully pushing the folds of his shirt around. When it's finally pleased, it plops over on its side and stretches, much like a rabbit would when comfortable and trusting.
Holy crAP KISSES. So many sudden, abrupt kisses as the creature flies into the room at full tilt only to latch onto Markus' face. It smells distinctly of... Coffee. Dear /god/.
[His eyes just slowly widen as he inhales the scent of coffee. Sweet Christ.]
Whatwasthat.
The little creature’s attention snaps to the twitching sprout, and it promptly drops off Markus’ hand unceremoniously to scramble over and investigate. All the while it’s chattering away, as if alerting the incubus of the movement and, as if to further educate him, mimics the movements dramatically with its antennae.
[Markus watches intently, simply nodding his head now and then as the creature chatters on.
The almost ghostly sprout gives another twitch or two before its little bud splits open, revealing an itty-bitty, pale blue truffula puff.]
And the sounds stop.
As does all movement.
The anon gives the last few hums of vibration as it silences itself, in awe of the tiny blue puff. It was growing! And it was so pretty!
The fluff on the anon expands, and it looks up at Markus with a delighted expression.
Holy crAP KISSES. So many sudden, abrupt kisses as the creature flies into the room at full tilt only to latch onto Markus' face. It smells distinctly of... Coffee. Dear /god/.
[His eyes just slowly widen as he inhales the scent of coffee. Sweet Christ.]
Each wiggle earns him a noisy ‘battle cry’, only to be muffled as the tiny creature latches onto the offending digit and grooms it wildly, still ‘yelling’ despite the interruption. Noisy thing.
[He stifles a giggle as his fingers are repeatedly groomed, eventually wandering over to the small creature’s basket, trying to set them inside it.]
You need to calm down, little darling.~
It does seems to sit down in the basket, but it’s apparently taken a liking to Markus’ ring finger, as it won’t let go. Christ, coffee is a bad idea for this thing. Wonder what it’s like when it crashes?
[He sits on the bed and keeps his hand in the basket, humoring his small companion for the time being.
The sprouted seed sitting among the basket’s fabrics gives a noticeable twitch or two.]
Whatwasthat.
The little creature's attention snaps to the twitching sprout, and it promptly drops off Markus' hand unceremoniously to scramble over and investigate. All the while it's chattering away, as if alerting the incubus of the movement and, as if to further educate him, mimics the movements dramatically with its antennae.
Oh. The bug is back. And it seems highly intent on preening your face.
[He gives a loud, irritated sigh, ceasing his arranging of his ill-gotten treasures and just standing there, allowing it to happen.]
It does as told, clambering up onto his scalp and chittering softly at him. Doesn’t seem to be against doing so.
[He exhales slowly and wriggles in the chair the slightest bit, getting himself comfy to at least alleviate knowing that he had a bug in his hair.]
Yer just a little bundle’a trouble, y’know that?
It just responds with a cacophony of chirps and peeps, working at his hair. He might not be able to identify it, but it seems it’s planning to put small braids in his hair. At that scale, one doesn’t need that much hair.
[He doesn’t need to see to figure that out — especially considering he was a passive mind reader. Regardless, though, he doesn’t seem to object at present.]
It seems pleased enough, occasionally spouting a line or two of music from various genres and working away. It only takes a few moments on the first bundle, then moves to make another. The simple notion of him allowing such a thing seems to make it happiest, though. Much more preferred than being tossed, squeezed too roughly, flicked, swat at, or the other miscellaneous forms of removal Ponix had used by this point.
Holy crAP KISSES. So many sudden, abrupt kisses as the creature flies into the room at full tilt only to latch onto Markus' face. It smells distinctly of... Coffee. Dear /god/.
[His eyes just slowly widen as he inhales the scent of coffee. Sweet Christ.]
Each wiggle earns him a noisy ‘battle cry’, only to be muffled as the tiny creature latches onto the offending digit and grooms it wildly, still ‘yelling’ despite the interruption. Noisy thing.
[He stifles a giggle as his fingers are repeatedly groomed, eventually wandering over to the small creature’s basket, trying to set them inside it.]
You need to calm down, little darling.~
It does seems to sit down in the basket, but it's apparently taken a liking to Markus' ring finger, as it won't let go. Christ, coffee is a bad idea for this thing. Wonder what it's like when it crashes?
Oh. The bug is back. And it seems highly intent on preening your face.
[He gives a loud, irritated sigh, ceasing his arranging of his ill-gotten treasures and just standing there, allowing it to happen.]
It does as told, clambering up onto his scalp and chittering softly at him. Doesn’t seem to be against doing so.
[He exhales slowly and wriggles in the chair the slightest bit, getting himself comfy to at least alleviate knowing that he had a bug in his hair.]
Yer just a little bundle’a trouble, y’know that?
It just responds with a cacophony of chirps and peeps, working at his hair. He might not be able to identify it, but it seems it's planning to put small braids in his hair. At that scale, one doesn't need that much hair.
Oh. The bug is back. And it seems highly intent on preening your face.
[He gives a loud, irritated sigh, ceasing his arranging of his ill-gotten treasures and just standing there, allowing it to happen.]
It stops for a moment, only to imitate the noise two octaves higher before returning to work.
You’re such a shit, y’know that?
[He faux-bites at them.]
It mimics him again. Except this time, it sounds like his voice, muffled to the point if incomprehension. But… It’s close to his tone.
Dangerously close.
It seems it’s been learning a lot from him lately.
[He doesn’t seem impressed, simply increasingly irritated.
But again, he sighs, and settles into a chair for the time being.]
Wot d’you want. Aside from nibblin’ on my face.
It seems to contemplate this question for a moment, then just settles on the fact that it wants his company, tapping his nose affectionately.
[Another sigh.]
Fine. Fine. Wotever. At least get off my face.
It does as told, clambering up onto his scalp and chittering softly at him. Doesn't seem to be against doing so.
Holy crAP KISSES. So many sudden, abrupt kisses as the creature flies into the room at full tilt only to latch onto Markus' face. It smells distinctly of... Coffee. Dear /god/.
[His eyes just slowly widen as he inhales the scent of coffee. Sweet Christ.]
It seems to have discovered what coffee is, or at least ground coffee, as the creature’s not damp in any way. It just chatters obnoxiously at him, telling him all about the new snack it’s apparently gotten ahold of.
[He can’t help but smile a little, doing his best to try to calm the creature with tiny pettings.]
Don’t eat that all the time, okay? Your tiny heart may not be able to take it.
Chatter chatter chatter, so much noise! It seems thrilled by this new snack! It was so full of energy and it tasted weird but it was worth it!
Whatever he’s doing to calm it down works slightly, as it’s now just focused on that, and not everything.
[The soft, gentle pettings continue as he tries to coax them onto his shoulder.]
Heheheh. You really don’t need that much energy, you know.~
Instead of his shoulder, it ends up clinging to his fingers, giving muffled noises as it sets to grooming his fingertips and nails.
[He gives up trying to relocate his tiny friend and simply watches them, wiggling his fingers now and then.]
Silly dear.
Each wiggle earns him a noisy 'battle cry', only to be muffled as the tiny creature latches onto the offending digit and grooms it wildly, still 'yelling' despite the interruption. Noisy thing.
Holy crAP KISSES. So many sudden, abrupt kisses as the creature flies into the room at full tilt only to latch onto Markus' face. It smells distinctly of... Coffee. Dear /god/.
[His eyes just slowly widen as he inhales the scent of coffee. Sweet Christ.]
It seems to have discovered what coffee is, or at least ground coffee, as the creature’s not damp in any way. It just chatters obnoxiously at him, telling him all about the new snack it’s apparently gotten ahold of.
[He can’t help but smile a little, doing his best to try to calm the creature with tiny pettings.]
Don’t eat that all the time, okay? Your tiny heart may not be able to take it.
Chatter chatter chatter, so much noise! It seems thrilled by this new snack! It was so full of energy and it tasted weird but it was worth it!
Whatever he’s doing to calm it down works slightly, as it’s now just focused on that, and not everything.
[The soft, gentle pettings continue as he tries to coax them onto his shoulder.]
Heheheh. You really don’t need that much energy, you know.~
Instead of his shoulder, it ends up clinging to his fingers, giving muffled noises as it sets to grooming his fingertips and nails.
Oh. The bug is back. And it seems highly intent on preening your face.
[He gives a loud, irritated sigh, ceasing his arranging of his ill-gotten treasures and just standing there, allowing it to happen.]
It stops for a moment, only to imitate the noise two octaves higher before returning to work.
You’re such a shit, y’know that?
[He faux-bites at them.]
It mimics him again. Except this time, it sounds like his voice, muffled to the point if incomprehension. But… It’s close to his tone.
Dangerously close.
It seems it’s been learning a lot from him lately.
[He doesn’t seem impressed, simply increasingly irritated.
But again, he sighs, and settles into a chair for the time being.]
Wot d’you want. Aside from nibblin’ on my face.
It seems to contemplate this question for a moment, then just settles on the fact that it wants his company, tapping his nose affectionately.
