Punt The Child

Rp/Askblog for Kid in a Trenchcoat AU Updike and his Whitty

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

Whitty sprinted down the alleyway, with the kid hot on his heels.

Updike fired at Whity. “GET BACK HERE YOU LANKY MOTHERFUCKER!” He yelled as he ran, finding it a bit hard to keep up with someone with such long legs. Just another reason to hate the stupid bastard, he supposed. He had a lot of reasons.

Whitty, meanwhile, was screaming internally as he desperately swerved around, trying to avoid as many bullets as he could. “I’D RATHER LIVE THANKS.” He really hoped the other wasn’t more mad than they usually were at his general existence, he had enough to worry about without checking to see if this tiny bastard was in the vents every five seconds. As opposed to every five minutes.

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Muse Info

Gabriel Updike

Age: 11

Height: 4’2

Pronouns: He/them

Description: A very short cloud lad wearing a dress suit, dress shoes, and carrying a handgun. He also appears to have various other weapons squirreled away in his outfit, though its impossible to tell what exactly they are.

Whitty

Age: 26

Height: 9’1

Pronouns: He/they/it

Description: A slightly taller than usual Whitty who’s covered with scars. The most prominent of them are a large cut under his right eye, one on the area near his wick, and a large one going all the way up his right arm. He also has a ton of smaller ones littering his body, mostly on his back, arms, legs, and hands.

[the-evilest-villain]

Whitty shuffled through the back alley, peering over his shoulder every so often. He was… trying to find some food. It wasn’t going too well this time…

Unbeknownst to him, a certain cloud had noticed…

- @ask-the-angry-puffball

Updike had snuck off from some carefully-sewn destruction, for which he was to blame. He was just starting to get back to his base of operations, when he saw Whitty. Well, not his version of the bomb man. But before he could register that, his mouth had already opened.

“Whitmore?” fluff said, not an ounce of malice in fluff's tone.

[the-evilest-villain]

He appreciated the comfort, but he really did need to. All the time. It was… one of the only things that’s kept him alive? Well, that and running.. He would keep groveling, just to be safe.“O- o-ok-!” He scurried after them, surprisingly quiet for someone his size.

Well, off they went. After a while, they straight up exited the city, reaching a large, mansion-like building. The doors in were quite large, but Updike pushed them open effortlessly, like they weren't at least 10 feet tall. He stepped through, leaning on the one he opened to allow Whitty a way in.

Once the bombhead entered, he released pressure from the door, and smiled. “Welcome to my humble abode~” The word "humble" in this context is clearly sarcastic.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

Whitty visibly shrunk when he saw it, blinking owlishly at the massive structure. And then Updike gave him another reason not to cross them. As if he needed it.. “O-oh-” He felt a little.. ok a lot self-conscious about going into such a fancy place when he was so… him. He stepped inside as if the house was going to hurt him, trying not to track any dirt in. He.. wasn’t very successful. “I-it’s, um, v-very, uh..” He glanced around at the place. “fancy?” God he hoped that was the right word-

[the-evilest-villain]

Whitty shuffled through the back alley, peering over his shoulder every so often. He was… trying to find some food. It wasn’t going too well this time…

Unbeknownst to him, a certain cloud had noticed…

- @ask-the-angry-puffball

Updike had snuck off from some carefully-sewn destruction, for which he was to blame. He was just starting to get back to his base of operations, when he saw Whitty. Well, not his version of the bomb man. But before he could register that, his mouth had already opened.

“Whitmore?” fluff said, not an ounce of malice in fluff's tone.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He jumped almost a foot in the air and yelped, skittering backwards. He recognized that voice, even if it was… deeper than usual. “I- I- I-” He stuttered, a wild, terrified look in his eyes. His eyes darted around, landing on Updike, and he froze.

[the-evilest-villain]

It was clear that this one was not the Updike this Whitty knew. He carried himself different, was slightly taller, and seemed much more relaxed than the child. He had a devious smirk on his face, looking at the other.

He was honestly almost amused by this one's exaggerated reaction. Of course, his smile faltered slightly upon taking in the other's appearance. This one was not in good condition, were they? “Calm down there, jumpy. I don't exactly have a reason to hurt you.” he may be evil, but he wasn't pointlessly cruel. Well, not most of the time.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He calmed down eeever so slightly. “Y-you don’t?” Oh he looks like a giant puppy…. A giant, very sad puppy. Who has recently been kicked. Were- were they not.. going to…?

[the-evilest-villain]

“Hmmm... Unless you're one of my enemies, then no! And you certainly don't look like one of those pests.” Shade is honestly sort of concerned for this one. Shade hadn't seen a bombhead other than Whitmore since... Ever! Maybe this Whitmore should meet him... “In fact! You actually resemble one of my allies! Albeit much smaller, and without the horns.”

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

“I’m.. n-not one of your enemies?” Wh… he was not used to this. And, they…? He perked up a tiny bit. “I- I do?” There was… another bombhead? And they weren’t small and terrifying? “C-can- can I m-me-m-” He was… still very scared. And nervous. He stuttered when he was nervous…

[the-evilest-villain]

“I mean, you haven't given me a reason to consider you one! In fact, you seem dead-set on doing the exact opposite...” it was concerning, but also sort of funny. He was certain this person didn't know what he'd done, so for them to be so jumpy right away was amusing.

His their request, his smile softened. The big guy would really love that, shade was sure. “I don't see why not! I'm sure he'll be excited to be another member of his species~”

Did shade cut him off? Maybe. In shade's defense, it was fairly obvious to shade what the other was trying to say.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He nodded frantically. “Y-yes! Yes! Very much not-an-enemy! No threat here!” It seemed he was being genuine, given that he had done literally nothing and was… still shaking like a leaf (albeit a bit less than earlier).

He was, actually, quite grateful that they butted in. He didn’t think he would’ve been able to finish his sentence otherwise… “c-could- could we, um- g-go now?” He was actually genuinely excited, even though he was still scared. Maybe it would be nice? M-maybe.. they could be friends?

[the-evilest-villain]

Fluff chortled at Whitty's words, somewhat entertained. “Relax, jumpy,” he said that almost like it was a nickname. “I know you don't pose a threat to me. No need to grovel about it.”

Shade was certain this one wouldn't have the confidence to do any real damage, and even if he did, shade could easily dispose of him. “Of course, we don't have all day.” Fluff said, waving his hand flagrantly and walking in a certain direction.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He appreciated the comfort, but he really did need to. All the time. It was… one of the only things that’s kept him alive? Well, that and running.. He would keep groveling, just to be safe.“O- o-ok-!” He scurried after them, surprisingly quiet for someone his size.

[the-evilest-villain]

Whitty shuffled through the back alley, peering over his shoulder every so often. He was… trying to find some food. It wasn’t going too well this time…

Unbeknownst to him, a certain cloud had noticed…

- @ask-the-angry-puffball

Updike had snuck off from some carefully-sewn destruction, for which he was to blame. He was just starting to get back to his base of operations, when he saw Whitty. Well, not his version of the bomb man. But before he could register that, his mouth had already opened.

“Whitmore?” fluff said, not an ounce of malice in fluff's tone.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He jumped almost a foot in the air and yelped, skittering backwards. He recognized that voice, even if it was… deeper than usual. “I- I- I-” He stuttered, a wild, terrified look in his eyes. His eyes darted around, landing on Updike, and he froze.

[the-evilest-villain]

It was clear that this one was not the Updike this Whitty knew. He carried himself different, was slightly taller, and seemed much more relaxed than the child. He had a devious smirk on his face, looking at the other.

He was honestly almost amused by this one's exaggerated reaction. Of course, his smile faltered slightly upon taking in the other's appearance. This one was not in good condition, were they? “Calm down there, jumpy. I don't exactly have a reason to hurt you.” he may be evil, but he wasn't pointlessly cruel. Well, not most of the time.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He calmed down eeever so slightly. “Y-you don’t?” Oh he looks like a giant puppy…. A giant, very sad puppy. Who has recently been kicked. Were- were they not.. going to…?

[the-evilest-villain]

“Hmmm... Unless you're one of my enemies, then no! And you certainly don't look like one of those pests.” Shade is honestly sort of concerned for this one. Shade hadn't seen a bombhead other than Whitmore since... Ever! Maybe this Whitmore should meet him... “In fact! You actually resemble one of my allies! Albeit much smaller, and without the horns.”

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

“I’m.. n-not one of your enemies?” Wh… he was not used to this. And, they…? He perked up a tiny bit. “I- I do?” There was… another bombhead? And they weren’t small and terrifying? “C-can- can I m-me-m-” He was… still very scared. And nervous. He stuttered when he was nervous…

[the-evilest-villain]

“I mean, you haven't given me a reason to consider you one! In fact, you seem dead-set on doing the exact opposite...” it was concerning, but also sort of funny. He was certain this person didn't know what he'd done, so for them to be so jumpy right away was amusing.

His their request, his smile softened. The big guy would really love that, shade was sure. “I don't see why not! I'm sure he'll be excited to be another member of his species~”

Did shade cut him off? Maybe. In shade's defense, it was fairly obvious to shade what the other was trying to say.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He nodded frantically. “Y-yes! Yes! Very much not-an-enemy! No threat here!” It seemed he was being genuine, given that he had done literally nothing and was… still shaking like a leaf (albeit a bit less than earlier).

He was, actually, quite grateful that they butted in. He didn’t think he would’ve been able to finish his sentence otherwise… “c-could- could we, um- g-go now?” He was actually genuinely excited, even though he was still scared. Maybe it would be nice? M-maybe.. they could be friends?

[the-evilest-villain]

Whitty shuffled through the back alley, peering over his shoulder every so often. He was… trying to find some food. It wasn’t going too well this time…

Unbeknownst to him, a certain cloud had noticed…

- @ask-the-angry-puffball

Updike had snuck off from some carefully-sewn destruction, for which he was to blame. He was just starting to get back to his base of operations, when he saw Whitty. Well, not his version of the bomb man. But before he could register that, his mouth had already opened.

“Whitmore?” fluff said, not an ounce of malice in fluff's tone.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He jumped almost a foot in the air and yelped, skittering backwards. He recognized that voice, even if it was… deeper than usual. “I- I- I-” He stuttered, a wild, terrified look in his eyes. His eyes darted around, landing on Updike, and he froze.

[the-evilest-villain]

It was clear that this one was not the Updike this Whitty knew. He carried himself different, was slightly taller, and seemed much more relaxed than the child. He had a devious smirk on his face, looking at the other.

He was honestly almost amused by this one's exaggerated reaction. Of course, his smile faltered slightly upon taking in the other's appearance. This one was not in good condition, were they? “Calm down there, jumpy. I don't exactly have a reason to hurt you.” he may be evil, but he wasn't pointlessly cruel. Well, not most of the time.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He calmed down eeever so slightly. “Y-you don’t?” Oh he looks like a giant puppy…. A giant, very sad puppy. Who has recently been kicked. Were- were they not.. going to…?

[the-evilest-villain]

“Hmmm... Unless you're one of my enemies, then no! And you certainly don't look like one of those pests.” Shade is honestly sort of concerned for this one. Shade hadn't seen a bombhead other than Whitmore since... Ever! Maybe this Whitmore should meet him... “In fact! You actually resemble one of my allies! Albeit much smaller, and without the horns.”

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

“I’m.. n-not one of your enemies?” Wh… he was not used to this. And, they…? He perked up a tiny bit. “I- I do?” There was… another bombhead? And they weren’t small and terrifying? “C-can- can I m-me-m-” He was… still very scared. And nervous. He stuttered when he was nervous…

[the-evilest-villain]

Whitty shuffled through the back alley, peering over his shoulder every so often. He was… trying to find some food. It wasn’t going too well this time…

Unbeknownst to him, a certain cloud had noticed…

- @ask-the-angry-puffball

Updike had snuck off from some carefully-sewn destruction, for which he was to blame. He was just starting to get back to his base of operations, when he saw Whitty. Well, not his version of the bomb man. But before he could register that, his mouth had already opened.

“Whitmore?” fluff said, not an ounce of malice in fluff's tone.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He jumped almost a foot in the air and yelped, skittering backwards. He recognized that voice, even if it was… deeper than usual. “I- I- I-” He stuttered, a wild, terrified look in his eyes. His eyes darted around, landing on Updike, and he froze.

[the-evilest-villain]

It was clear that this one was not the Updike this Whitty knew. He carried himself different, was slightly taller, and seemed much more relaxed than the child. He had a devious smirk on his face, looking at the other.

He was honestly almost amused by this one's exaggerated reaction. Of course, his smile faltered slightly upon taking in the other's appearance. This one was not in good condition, were they? “Calm down there, jumpy. I don't exactly have a reason to hurt you.” he may be evil, but he wasn't pointlessly cruel. Well, not most of the time.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He calmed down eeever so slightly. “Y-you don’t?” Oh he looks like a giant puppy…. A giant, very sad puppy. Who has recently been kicked. Were- were they not.. going to…?

[the-evilest-villain]

Whitty shuffled through the back alley, peering over his shoulder every so often. He was… trying to find some food. It wasn’t going too well this time…

Unbeknownst to him, a certain cloud had noticed…

- @ask-the-angry-puffball

Updike had snuck off from some carefully-sewn destruction, for which he was to blame. He was just starting to get back to his base of operations, when he saw Whitty. Well, not his version of the bomb man. But before he could register that, his mouth had already opened.

“Whitmore?” fluff said, not an ounce of malice in fluff's tone.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He jumped almost a foot in the air and yelped, skittering backwards. He recognized that voice, even if it was… deeper than usual. “I- I- I-” He stuttered, a wild, terrified look in his eyes. His eyes darted around, landing on Updike, and he froze.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

"Of course we can be friends!"

*Lucy may be sitting on his shoulder now- Euclid's ear twitched. was there... no, there wasn't, right? she looked around, just to be sure.*

He beamed at them, looking extremely excited. “R-really?!” He had friends! FRIENDS!! He- he hadn’t had friends before, what did he do? Should he do anything specific? How should he act? Should- should he just keep doing what he already was? They said he was ‘friend-shaped’, did that mean he was already doing good?

A shot rang out and Whitty yelped, blood seeping through his clothes. He had been shot in the leg. He fell to the ground, looking completely panicked. “NONONONONONO-” He grabbed Euclid’s leg, curling up and trembling. He was absolutely terrified, crying and whimpering in fear. There was another shot fired and he sobbed, curling up even further.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

*They both nodded when he asked, smiling. everything was fine, until the shot rang out.*

*Lucy turned around, summoning a knife and using the handle-side to knock the gun out of the assailant's hand. Updike. she growled, chaining the cloud bitch by the arms and legs. Euclid, on the other hand, curled up protectively around him, eyes squeezed shut as she shook as well, though less so.*

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU... want?"

*It was then, and only then that it occured to Lucy that this Updike was a child. She turned to Euclid for a moment.*

"Try and slow his bleeding, I'll handle this."

*Euclid nodded, adjusting to do just that. Lucy looked back at Updike, waiting for his response for her first question.*

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

Updike’s eyes widened as the gun was knocked away, a small spike of fear shooting through him. He scowled and pushed it away, but before he could do anything he was chained. Fuck. FUCK- He struggled, trying to escape the chains, but they didn’t budge. Their breathing hitched and the struggling increased. “Ghh-!” He froze as she started shouting, his pupils growing smaller.

Whitty trembled, hiding his face and staying as close to Euclid as possible. “I’ll be f-fi-ine, I’ve got he-healing” He tried to reassure her a bit, but he wasn’t sure how good of a job he did…

Updike stared at Lucy, his eyes twitching around whenever she moved. “I’m trying to do my job.” He snapped, though with much less venom than expected. His voice sounded almost a tad unsure, as if he was… scared?

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"...tch."

*Euclid held him closer using her free hand, still trembling slighty, though strangely silent. Lucy scowled at his response, though the anger didn't seem... entirely directed at him.*

"You're a child, you shouldn't have one. I'd prefer it if you'd leave me and my friends alone."

*She looked the cloudheaded child up and down, incase he had any extra weapons, but also for any injuries, healed or otherwise.*

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

Whitty pressed closer to her, the bleeding slowing down.

He didn’t have any weapons that she could see, though he might have some hidden somewhere. What she could see were scratches and bruises, presumably from running after so many anomalies. There were a few larger injuries on him as well, though they seemed to be almost completely healed. He had a lot of scars though, some of them larger or from things more serious than the injuries he currently had. “Well no one else is doing it.” He narrowed his eyes. “f-fine.” He was aggressive, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew he would lose if he tried to fight them now. He’d just have to come back later, when that idiot wasn’t being protected by someone so strong.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

"Of course we can be friends!"

*Lucy may be sitting on his shoulder now- Euclid's ear twitched. was there... no, there wasn't, right? she looked around, just to be sure.*

He beamed at them, looking extremely excited. “R-really?!” He had friends! FRIENDS!! He- he hadn’t had friends before, what did he do? Should he do anything specific? How should he act? Should- should he just keep doing what he already was? They said he was ‘friend-shaped’, did that mean he was already doing good?

A shot rang out and Whitty yelped, blood seeping through his clothes. He had been shot in the leg. He fell to the ground, looking completely panicked. “NONONONONONO-” He grabbed Euclid’s leg, curling up and trembling. He was absolutely terrified, crying and whimpering in fear. There was another shot fired and he sobbed, curling up even further.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

*They both nodded when he asked, smiling. everything was fine, until the shot rang out.*

*Lucy turned around, summoning a knife and using the handle-side to knock the gun out of the assailant's hand. Updike. she growled, chaining the cloud bitch by the arms and legs. Euclid, on the other hand, curled up protectively around him, eyes squeezed shut as she shook as well, though less so.*

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU... want?"

*It was then, and only then that it occured to Lucy that this Updike was a child. She turned to Euclid for a moment.*

"Try and slow his bleeding, I'll handle this."

*Euclid nodded, adjusting to do just that. Lucy looked back at Updike, waiting for his response for her first question.*

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

Updike’s eyes widened as the gun was knocked away, a small spike of fear shooting through him. He scowled and pushed it away, but before he could do anything he was chained. Fuck. FUCK- He struggled, trying to escape the chains, but they didn’t budge. Their breathing hitched and the struggling increased. “Ghh-!” He froze as she started shouting, his pupils growing smaller.

Whitty trembled, hiding his face and staying as close to Euclid as possible. “I’ll be f-fi-ine, I’ve got he-healing” He tried to reassure her a bit, but he wasn’t sure how good of a job he did…

Updike stared at Lucy, his eyes twitching around whenever she moved. “I’m trying to do my job.” He snapped, though with much less venom than expected. His voice sounded almost a tad unsure, as if he was… scared?

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

(3’10 kid and 5’2 adult meet 4’2 cloud.)

Momi groaned and rubbed her forehead. “Garcello, just tell me where the anomaly is.”

“No, I will not. I love dad.”

“Even for candy?”

“No-”

She grabbed Mcdonald chicken nuggets. “Even for these.”

Garcello paused, looking at the nuggies. “Uuhhh... Ooo who’s that? Fluffy!”

Momi turned to see the puffball. “Who are you? And why do you have a gun?”

@swappin-on-a-sunday-night

Updike was just minding his own business when he was accosted by some random civilians. He huffed at them. “Why do you care? I have a job to do, I don’t have time for questions like this.” He didn’t actually have anything to do right now, but he wasn’t about to tell them that.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

"Of course we can be friends!"

*Lucy may be sitting on his shoulder now- Euclid's ear twitched. was there... no, there wasn't, right? she looked around, just to be sure.*

He beamed at them, looking extremely excited. “R-really?!” He had friends! FRIENDS!! He- he hadn’t had friends before, what did he do? Should he do anything specific? How should he act? Should- should he just keep doing what he already was? They said he was ‘friend-shaped’, did that mean he was already doing good?

A shot rang out and Whitty yelped, blood seeping through his clothes. He had been shot in the leg. He fell to the ground, looking completely panicked. “NONONONONONO-” He grabbed Euclid’s leg, curling up and trembling. He was absolutely terrified, crying and whimpering in fear. There was another shot fired and he sobbed, curling up even further.

[the-anonymous-good]

Tempest sighed and sat down at his desk. So many anomalies, so little time. He barely had any for himself nowadays, what with the influx from that… event a few months ago. He had been feeling off since, as if something was about to happen. It had been getting worse over time, and he was almost unable to ignore it at this point. What was the origin of this feeling? How dangerous was it? He couldn’t find out, but he could prepare. Hopefully it was enough…

Muse Info

Tempest (Updike)

Age: 32

Race: Human

Height: 5’11

Pronouns: He/them

Attractions: Bi Ace

Description: He wears a light grey suit with a dark grey, slightly bluish tie and a white undershirt, mid grey pants, and light grey shoes with even lighter tips. He has on gloves that are the same color as his tie.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*She muttered small affirmations whenever he made a noise of discomfort, clearly worried. Lucy sighed worriedly at his answer. She figured as much. Euclid gave the lad headpats-*

"...Hey, he's not here right now, and we're not gonna let 'm hurt ya if he tries anything."

*Lucy nodded, finally cleaning and bandaging the last of the wounds, putting a hand on his shoulder.*

"That should be all of them. You can put on your hoodie again-"

He sniffed, leaning into Euclid and burying his face in her shirt. “o-ok.” They- they would protect him? Really? They weren’t lying? They had to be strong if they were even offering, maybe they could actually fight Updike?

He nodded, pulling it back over his head. “Th-thanks.” He mumbled, giving them a shy smile. These people were… nice. So, so nice. He… he wasn’t used to people this nice.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

*uhhh lets assume she has a hoodie on- anyways once his hoodie gets put back on she is hugging him. Lad needs affection*

"No problem."

*Lucy proceeded to climb onto Euclid's head to give whitty some headpats. Euclid seems unphased by this..*

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He tensed ever so slightly at first, but it quickly left. He was almost completely sure they didn’t gain anything from hurting him at this point, so he just had to not make them mad and stay out of their way and he would be fine. He smiled a little, leaning into the pats.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

*Heehoo affection go brrr. Lucy just kinda hugged his head a but once he got closer. She was now very protective over him-*

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He hummed softly, leaning on Euclid and nuzzling into the hug ever so slightly.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

*hugs!!! It'd be a shame if a certain someone were nearby :]*

"Y'know, you're really friend shaped :)"

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

((If you insist~ /th

He just cubdle. Squimsh boy. “What… does that mean?? Is- is it a good thing-” Was it a compliment? Her tone suggested that, but he just- he wanted to be sure-

There was an extremely small noise of slight shuffling nearby. Nothing loud or regular enough to be anything to pay attention to though. Yet.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

"It's a good thing. It means... well, that you're shaped like a friend!"

*Euclid chuckled at Lucy's explanation, finding it cute.*

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

“O-oh! That’s- that’s nice- I- thank you-” He was blushing ever so slightly. He wasn’t used to compliments, most people either ignored or hated him. He didn’t really have any friends. “Does- does that mean… we can be friends?” He asked, a hopeful tilt to his voice.

The noise was getting ever so slightly closer at an almost imperceptibly slow rate.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*She muttered small affirmations whenever he made a noise of discomfort, clearly worried. Lucy sighed worriedly at his answer. She figured as much. Euclid gave the lad headpats-*

"...Hey, he's not here right now, and we're not gonna let 'm hurt ya if he tries anything."

*Lucy nodded, finally cleaning and bandaging the last of the wounds, putting a hand on his shoulder.*

"That should be all of them. You can put on your hoodie again-"

He sniffed, leaning into Euclid and burying his face in her shirt. “o-ok.” They- they would protect him? Really? They weren’t lying? They had to be strong if they were even offering, maybe they could actually fight Updike?

He nodded, pulling it back over his head. “Th-thanks.” He mumbled, giving them a shy smile. These people were… nice. So, so nice. He… he wasn’t used to people this nice.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

*uhhh lets assume she has a hoodie on- anyways once his hoodie gets put back on she is hugging him. Lad needs affection*

"No problem."

*Lucy proceeded to climb onto Euclid's head to give whitty some headpats. Euclid seems unphased by this..*

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He tensed ever so slightly at first, but it quickly left. He was almost completely sure they didn’t gain anything from hurting him at this point, so he just had to not make them mad and stay out of their way and he would be fine. He smiled a little, leaning into the pats.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

*Heehoo affection go brrr. Lucy just kinda hugged his head a but once he got closer. She was now very protective over him-*

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He hummed softly, leaning on Euclid and nuzzling into the hug ever so slightly.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

*hugs!!! It'd be a shame if a certain someone were nearby :]*

"Y'know, you're really friend shaped :)"

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

((If you insist~ /th

He just cubdle. Squimsh boy. “What… does that mean?? Is- is it a good thing-” Was it a compliment? Her tone suggested that, but he just- he wanted to be sure-

There was an extremely small noise of slight shuffling nearby. Nothing loud or regular enough to be anything to pay attention to though. Yet.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*She muttered small affirmations whenever he made a noise of discomfort, clearly worried. Lucy sighed worriedly at his answer. She figured as much. Euclid gave the lad headpats-*

"...Hey, he's not here right now, and we're not gonna let 'm hurt ya if he tries anything."

*Lucy nodded, finally cleaning and bandaging the last of the wounds, putting a hand on his shoulder.*

"That should be all of them. You can put on your hoodie again-"

He sniffed, leaning into Euclid and burying his face in her shirt. “o-ok.” They- they would protect him? Really? They weren’t lying? They had to be strong if they were even offering, maybe they could actually fight Updike?

He nodded, pulling it back over his head. “Th-thanks.” He mumbled, giving them a shy smile. These people were… nice. So, so nice. He… he wasn’t used to people this nice.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

*uhhh lets assume she has a hoodie on- anyways once his hoodie gets put back on she is hugging him. Lad needs affection*

"No problem."

*Lucy proceeded to climb onto Euclid's head to give whitty some headpats. Euclid seems unphased by this..*

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He tensed ever so slightly at first, but it quickly left. He was almost completely sure they didn’t gain anything from hurting him at this point, so he just had to not make them mad and stay out of their way and he would be fine. He smiled a little, leaning into the pats.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

*Heehoo affection go brrr. Lucy just kinda hugged his head a but once he got closer. She was now very protective over him-*

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He hummed softly, leaning on Euclid and nuzzling into the hug ever so slightly.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*She muttered small affirmations whenever he made a noise of discomfort, clearly worried. Lucy sighed worriedly at his answer. She figured as much. Euclid gave the lad headpats-*

"...Hey, he's not here right now, and we're not gonna let 'm hurt ya if he tries anything."

*Lucy nodded, finally cleaning and bandaging the last of the wounds, putting a hand on his shoulder.*

"That should be all of them. You can put on your hoodie again-"

He sniffed, leaning into Euclid and burying his face in her shirt. “o-ok.” They- they would protect him? Really? They weren’t lying? They had to be strong if they were even offering, maybe they could actually fight Updike?

He nodded, pulling it back over his head. “Th-thanks.” He mumbled, giving them a shy smile. These people were… nice. So, so nice. He… he wasn’t used to people this nice.

[ask-lucy-the-demon]

*uhhh lets assume she has a hoodie on- anyways once his hoodie gets put back on she is hugging him. Lad needs affection*

"No problem."

*Lucy proceeded to climb onto Euclid's head to give whitty some headpats. Euclid seems unphased by this..*

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

He tensed ever so slightly at first, but it quickly left. He was almost completely sure they didn’t gain anything from hurting him at this point, so he just had to not make them mad and stay out of their way and he would be fine. He smiled a little, leaning into the pats.

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*Lucy's striding down the alley with a slightly offput Euclid in tow.*

"Uh... Kid? last I checked, walkin' down alleyways ain't the safest thing to do..."

"Don't worry, Euclid! The worst that'll happen is that we get put in some weird AU!"

"...That seems pretty bad."

"It's really not."

*Lucy was barely able to hold on to Euclid's clawed hand, but somehow managed.*

-ask-lucy-the-demon

Whitty was hiding in some random alleyway when he heard voices. “O-oh no-” He whispered, pressing himself against the wall. Ohnoohnoohnowheredidhehide- He frantically scanned the area for any possible hiding places, whimpering when he found none. Nononono please no- In his panic he grabbed a cardboard box and shoved it over the top half of his body and curled up in a corner, shaking. Oh god oh god please don’t be paying attention-

[ask-the-angry-puffball]

*She muttered small affirmations whenever he made a noise of discomfort, clearly worried. Lucy sighed worriedly at his answer. She figured as much. Euclid gave the lad headpats-*

"...Hey, he's not here right now, and we're not gonna let 'm hurt ya if he tries anything."

*Lucy nodded, finally cleaning and bandaging the last of the wounds, putting a hand on his shoulder.*

"That should be all of them. You can put on your hoodie again-"

He sniffed, leaning into Euclid and burying his face in her shirt. “o-ok.” They- they would protect him? Really? They weren’t lying? They had to be strong if they were even offering, maybe they could actually fight Updike?

He nodded, pulling it back over his head. “Th-thanks.” He mumbled, giving them a shy smile. These people were… nice. So, so nice. He… he wasn’t used to people this nice.