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Have a daymare

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This room is almost identical to the one in Attack of the sexually frustrated monster who just happens to be tragically misunderstood. The only difference is that the tables aren’t plastered with blood and there are substantially less doodads and whir-hickeys. If Delira didn’t know her personally she’d say that Kamika was a mad scientist. No, that’s not right. Delira is 100% convinced Kamika is a mad scientist. She’s just the sensible type that doesn’t make giant planet eating super colossi.

The basket is quickly filled with Delira’s belongings and the makeshift opera-coon soon houses Delira herself. The cushions are an interesting sensation but Delira has grown accustomed to them. They’re much better than the cold hard table she had to experience during her – Delira snaps mewls in pain just from remembering. She starts to shiver violently for a few seconds. As soon as she snaps back she starts to stutter “No, nu.” she shakes her head “No, I’m fine. Let’s just do this. Pl-lease.”

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You thought things had been going so well, with tea and distractions, light hearted jabs to set a nice and welcoming atmosphere, but it didn’t work. You wince when Delira mewls, and finish as fast as you dare, scrubbing under water so hot that your hands are flushed teal by the end of it. Nothing left for it but to get this over as fast as possible. You put on your coat, flatten your hair under a cap, snap on your gloves, and take a deep breath, filling yourself with resolve for the next part. It’s never pretty. You snap on the surgical mask grub, sealing it around your mouth and nose for protection, and approach Delira.

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Keeping still during these procedures had always been a pain in the ass. Delira had to fight off every urge that made her want to punch Kamika in her toothy face. On the bright side, time had afforded her enough experience to know how to handle this. The sedatives helped, not just in numbing the pain but in helping her mind wander. She found that time passed quicker when she wasn't waiting for the head splitting pain to subside.

Kamika grazed one of the bigger nerves and a sharp pain struck Delira. It was like remembering every embarrassing thing you'd ever done and somehow doing them as you were remembering them. Also it was excessively real. Delira's entire body arched backwards, her stomach high in the air, when all her muscles suddenly locked up.

Her voice descended into a series of UNGHs and HURNs. Imagine a dragon trying to get something out of it's throat. That's what she sounded like. Delira's hand searched across the adjacent table and, once found, slammed against it. “Bucket!” she struggled behind clenched teeth “BUCKET!”.

Kamika quickly retrieved the cylindrical liquid container from under the desk and handed it to Delira. As soon as it reached her hands Delira snatched it from Kamika's, bent forward, pulled the surgical mask off her face, and authorized her stomach's evacuation request. Tea might not have been the best idea.

Delira gazed into the small spiraling pool of turquoise and, observing the small floating gunks of gross, added a little more to the mix. Her eyes became locked on the bucket's insides. After many lengthy pants Delira defeatedly proclaimed “You know. I think I'm gonna go ahead. And uh. pass out now.” Sure enough she leaned back on the makeshift operacoon and dozed off into semi-consciousness.

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You keep your bubbling laugh firmly under wraps, keeping your smile straight as you wait for the silence to do its own work. Don’t disturb it Ecesis, just let it fall by its own weight…

Oh. Well, serious face on.

“Delira”, you lean forwards a bit, unconsciously mirroring your friend and meeting her gaze straight on. “You will be my priority. I will not abandon you to the ravages of social interaction.”

You keep the gaze for a second or two longer, then nod and sit up more deliberately and controlled than you usually do. “How about we discuss the plans after we finish the check up? Considering that you will probably have to stay overday, we will have plenty of time for that, and braiding our hair and talking about troll Lenin”.

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Kamika’s wide steadfast eyes make it impossible for Delira to break contact. Her determination is too strong to beat and distractions just aren’t working. Delira bites her bottom lip the moment she realizes there’s no way for her to win. She eventually surrenders to Kamika’s iron will and gives a long sigh of exhaustion. “Why do you make me do things?” she whines by face planting the table, “Why can’t you let me not do things? I like not doing things.”

After a bit she finally straightens up and takes a deep breath. Her eyes roll back into her head and her brow hangs low. She refuses to make any more eye contact with Kamika. “Fine, I’ll go” she says in defeat, “but you’ve got to find me a fake horn to cover up my broken one.” The thought of the check up makes Delira a bit nervous. She lightly touches her broken horn before standing up. “Let’s just get this over with.”

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You smile softly at your sister as you guide her down to your lab, leaving the lights on behind you enter deeper into the carved halls in the cliff-face, the air surprisingly fresh for something carved out into sheer rock. You open the metal door into a climate controlled room.

The wide rectangular room you use for the genetic manipulation is wide with a low ceiling, strongly lit, and squeaky clean. In one corner, a thermal hull hums with your preserved samples, a grubtop running a screensaver of a gambolling witherbeastlarvae next to it. Several pieces of biotech have been covered with plastic sheeting for protection, but one inorganic thermal cycler that cost you a pretty ceager whines as it continues the PCR cycle you set for amplification.

Two wide tables have been pushed clear of the center, and in its place is your attempt at an operating-coon, a repurposed shallow recuperacoon. Instead of the typical expensive gel, you’ve placed cushions. You’ll burn them after this check up.

You take your sweater off and fold it onto a side counter, where you’ve put a basket for Deli’s things. “It’s time for scrub up!” you say, approaching the sink and starting the first wash-up and disinfection round.

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This room is almost identical to the one in Attack of the sexually frustrated monster who just happens to be tragically misunderstood. The only difference is that the tables aren't plastered with blood and there are substantially less doodads and whir-hickeys. If Delira didn't know her personally she'd say that Kamika was a mad scientist. No, that's not right. Delira is 100% convinced Kamika is a mad scientist. She's just the sensible type that doesn't make giant planet eating super colossi.

The basket is quickly filled with Delira's belongings and the makeshift opera-coon soon houses Delira herself. The cushions are an interesting sensation but Delira has grown accustomed to them. They're much better than the cold hard table she had to experience during her – Delira snaps mewls in pain just from remembering. She starts to shiver violently for a few seconds. As soon as she snaps back she starts to stutter “No, nu.” she shakes her head “No, I'm fine. Let's just do this. Pl-lease.”

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Have a daymare

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You ignore the shot about your romantic nonclinations, since the subject is obviously insignificant. Instead, you continue giggling as Delira makes her show of apathy, dramatic ughs included.

… the “ugh” merits some sort of punishment, so you flick the back of her head for being a fussypot. You also make a face at the mention of Troll Lenin.

“You don’t HAVE to go, obviously, but it would be fun, and I think it would be better than your maudlin observations of insignificance. Maybe the music will be an appropriate soundtrack for existentialism and inspire you to greater depths of contemplation!” Plus, you haven’t seen Llawar in a while and you want someone to accompany you so you don’t make a fool of yourself.

“There will be fancy foooood” you wheedle, though you really aren’t sure. But maybe. Citlal might have a reception before or after the concert. 

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Delira slowly straightens herself back onto the chair. She clasps her hands together and glares at Kamika behind a few lose strands of hair. Her brow lowers as her eyes squint and with pursed lips she asks “What kind of… fancy food?”

Delira lightly licked her lips trying to imagine what sort of treats these blue bloods would be serving. She starts to bite the bottom of her lip as her gaze shifts to the right, away from Kamika’s toothy smile, in an attempt to focus.

She leaned over the table again and tries to grab Kamika’s hands but settles on leaving them just a few feet in front of the troll. She sheds the sarcasm and insincerity and with unwavering eye contact asks “Are you absolutely sure you won’t abandon me during this concert?”

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You keep your bubbling laugh firmly under wraps, keeping your smile straight as you wait for the silence to do its own work. Don’t disturb it Ecesis, just let it fall by its own weight…

Oh. Well, serious face on.

“Delira”, you lean forwards a bit, unconsciously mirroring your friend and meeting her gaze straight on. “You will be my priority. I will not abandon you to the ravages of social interaction.”

You keep the gaze for a second or two longer, then nod and sit up more deliberately and controlled than you usually do. “How about we discuss the plans after we finish the check up? Considering that you will probably have to stay overday, we will have plenty of time for that, and braiding our hair and talking about troll Lenin”.

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Kamika's wide steadfast eyes make it impossible for Delira to break contact. Her determination is too strong to beat and distractions just aren't working. Delira bites her bottom lip the moment she realizes there's no way for her to win. She eventually surrenders to Kamika's iron will and gives a long sigh of exhaustion. “Why do you make me do things?” she whines by face planting the table, “Why can't you let me not do things? I like not doing things.”

After a bit she finally straightens up and takes a deep breath. Her eyes roll back into her head and her brow hangs low. She refuses to make any more eye contact with Kamika. “Fine, I'll go” she says in defeat, “but you've got to find me a fake horn to cover up my broken one.” The thought of the check up makes Delira a bit nervous. She lightly touches her broken horn before standing up. “Let’s just get this over with.”

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Have a daymare

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There was a slight delay to Delira’s response. She shifted her weight to the side and cleverly scratched the bridge of her nose to hide her embarrassed smile. She takes a few seconds to remind herself that Kamika is laughing with her and not at her. When the laughter subsides Delira straightens herself and tugs the front of her blouse. Her eyes wander away as she tries to remember Llawar.

Delira gets an “i just had an idea” grin when she remembers the boy. Her eyes glaze over lightly as she leans over the table. With her hand on her chin and her eyes on the floor she tries to distract Kamika. “Oh, that’s even worse. You two would just abandon me to go snog in some bushes.“ she frowns a bit “and where would that leave me? Alone as some crazy axe murderer - oh sorry - an axe crazy murderer’s target.“

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You splutter. “I don’t - I would not- we are not snogging!” Your voice has gone high pitched at the end in indignation and embarrassment, too close to a squeak for comfort. The heat rapidly lighting your face means you are turning aqua.

“We are not snogging!” you repeat for emphasis, and affect a prim posture, knees and legs together, hands clasped in front of you, “we are merely good hatefriends who get along excellently, thank you very much Deldel”. Keeping your act forwards, you reach for a sip of your tea with every ounce of control and high blood manners drilled in you by your sternfaced patron, and pause for effect, tea mug carefully lifted in the air. “No, I really must insist, you are cordially invited to accompany Messrs Yantin and myself to the Concert, where you we will watch high society absolutely not leering down on their noses”.

You put your mug down, and then crack up laughing again.

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“You know,” Delira pointed out behind glazed eyes, “for someone who claims they won’t be getting down and dirty at first block you sure are mentioning make outs a lot. To be a hundred percent honest I was only teasing but after that shameless display I’m starting to think you might actually have some unresolved feelings. In fact. I say you ditch me entirely and go all by your lonesome. Don’t worry I’ll be completely fine spending my night by myself. You know. I’m now one hundred percent over not being invited to this concert. Maybe even a little happy.”

There’s a small pause of silence where looks are exchanged. Delira shuffles her tea around and clears up a large part of the table. She then leans forward, extends her hands across the table, and proceeds to face plant the table. After a long and tired “uuuuuugh” she finally speaks out “Do I have to go? I don’t want to go. Let’s just hang out here and contemplate the vast emptiness of the universe. We can braid each others hair while discussing Troll Lenin’s theories on the depressing weight of the Condesce’s monarchy.”

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You ignore the shot about your romantic nonclinations, since the subject is obviously insignificant. Instead, you continue giggling as Delira makes her show of apathy, dramatic ughs included.

… the “ugh” merits some sort of punishment, so you flick the back of her head for being a fussypot. You also make a face at the mention of Troll Lenin.

“You don’t HAVE to go, obviously, but it would be fun, and I think it would be better than your maudlin observations of insignificance. Maybe the music will be an appropriate soundtrack for existentialism and inspire you to greater depths of contemplation!” Plus, you haven’t seen Llawar in a while and you want someone to accompany you so you don’t make a fool of yourself.

“There will be fancy foooood” you wheedle, though you really aren’t sure. But maybe. Citlal might have a reception before or after the concert. 

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Delira slowly straightens herself back onto the chair. She clasps her hands together and glares at Kamika behind a few lose strands of hair. Her brow lowers as her eyes squint and with pursed lips she asks “What kind of... fancy food?”

Delira lightly licked her lips trying to imagine what sort of treats these blue bloods would be serving. She starts to bite the bottom of her lip as her gaze shifts to the right, away from Kamika's toothy smile, in an attempt to focus.

She leaned over the table again and tries to grab Kamika's hands but settles on leaving them just a few feet in front of the troll. She sheds the sarcasm and insincerity and with unwavering eye contact asks “Are you absolutely sure you won't abandon me during this concert?”

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Have a daymare

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There was a slight delay to Delira’s response. She shifted her weight to the side and cleverly scratched the bridge of her nose to hide her embarrassed smile. She takes a few seconds to remind herself that Kamika is laughing with her and not at her. When the laughter subsides Delira straightens herself and tugs the front of her blouse. Her eyes wander away as she tries to remember Llawar.

Delira gets an “i just had an idea” grin when she remembers the boy. Her eyes glaze over lightly as she leans over the table. With her hand on her chin and her eyes on the floor she tries to distract Kamika. “Oh, that’s even worse. You two would just abandon me to go snog in some bushes.“ she frowns a bit “and where would that leave me? Alone as some crazy axe murderer - oh sorry - an axe crazy murderer’s target.“

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You splutter. “I don’t - I would not- we are not snogging!” Your voice has gone high pitched at the end in indignation and embarrassment, too close to a squeak for comfort. The heat rapidly lighting your face means you are turning aqua.

“We are not snogging!” you repeat for emphasis, and affect a prim posture, knees and legs together, hands clasped in front of you, “we are merely good hatefriends who get along excellently, thank you very much Deldel”. Keeping your act forwards, you reach for a sip of your tea with every ounce of control and high blood manners drilled in you by your sternfaced patron, and pause for effect, tea mug carefully lifted in the air. “No, I really must insist, you are cordially invited to accompany Messrs Yantin and myself to the Concert, where you we will watch high society absolutely not leering down on their noses”.

You put your mug down, and then crack up laughing again.

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“You know,” Delira pointed out behind glazed eyes, “for someone who claims they won't be getting down and dirty at first block you sure are mentioning make outs a lot. To be a hundred percent honest I was only teasing but after that shameless display I'm starting to think you might actually have some unresolved feelings. In fact. I say you ditch me entirely and go all by your lonesome. Don't worry I'll be completely fine spending my night by myself. You know. I'm now one hundred percent over not being invited to this concert. Maybe even a little happy.”

There's a small pause of silence where looks are exchanged. Delira shuffles her tea around and clears up a large part of the table. She then leans forward, extends her hands across the table, and proceeds to face plant the table. After a long and tired “uuuuuugh” she finally speaks out “Do I have to go? I don't want to go. Let's just hang out here and contemplate the vast emptiness of the universe. We can braid each others hair while discussing Troll Lenin’s theories on the depressing weight of the Condesce's monarchy.”

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Have a daymare

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The mention of keratinchips makes Delira’s mouth water and her attention span shrink. It’s only for a second but with Kamika a second is an awful lot. So by the time she was back into the conversation, wiping a bit of drool from her mouth, she was already lost. These conversations always leave her so disoriented; like a grub in the brood caves. Except instead of being in mortal danger you are danger of a social faux pas. To be fair, Delira would much rather the mortal danger.

Coatl? Delira’s heard this name before but she can’t quite put your finger on it. It must be another troll Kamika is foolishly paling. “I don’t really know about any of that.” Delira start to anxiously stir your tea, “three isn’t exactly very safe when one of them could be a crazed axe murderer. No, that’s not right. You can’t murder axes. A crazy axe murderer? An axe crazy murder! That’s the one.”

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You burst out laughing, almost spilling your tea; you could never make these things up, there is no replacement for Delira. You try to shake your head, but the giggles are too strong and you end up gasping in between talking.

“Hk-heeeeheeheeee no! No axe murd- axe murd…FFFHAHAHAHAHA”

It takes you a few more seconds of intense shaking before you calm down. “No, silly, Llawar is my friend, remember I told you about him? He’s no axe murderer. And we’d be under the protection of nobility! You really should come!!”

You put down your cup and smile a bit more shyly at her. It would be so nice to take advantage of this spate of good luck and get Deli out before the inevitable downturn comes back.

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There was a slight delay to Delira’s response. She shifted her weight to the side and cleverly scratched the bridge of her nose to hide her embarrassed smile. She takes a few seconds to remind herself that Kamika is laughing with her and not at her. When the laughter subsides Delira straightens herself and tugs the front of her blouse.Her eyes wander away as she tries to remember Llawar.

Delira gets an “i just had an idea” grin when she remembers the boy. Her eyes glaze over lightly as she leans over the table. With her hand on her chin and her eyes on the floor she tries to distract Kamika. “Oh, that’s even worse. You two would just abandon me to go snog in some bushes.“ she frowns a bit “and where would that leave me? Alone as some crazy axe murderer - oh sorry - an axe crazy murderer’s target.“

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Have a daymare

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I swear Kamika’s grin is contagious because Delira grew one just like it the minute she saw her burst through those doors. She might have burst a little too fast, though, because she’s not showing any signs of slowing down. Delira swiftly braces herself for what years of “education by example” has taught her to be “what an attack looks like”. She isn’t very surprised to see that Kamika was aiming for hugs instead of assault but Delira’s still a little shaken up. It takes some warming up but Delira manages to return the hug. It’s a bit hard given that she’s buried under a big fluffy coat. It’s a bit of a tender moment. Well, it would be if Kamika’s lusus didn’t keep licking Delira’s hair.

Delira promised herself she wouldn’t fall in diamonds with this girl but she’s making it so gosh darn hard right now. She’s way too good at this for her own good. There’s a bit of a shuffle as the two of them try to walk while hugging. Success is a bit varied, of course, but hey they managed to get in the door! So hooray for progress. Delira was waiting for Kamika to let go so she could finally take off her coat but NOPE downstairs she goes! She tries her best to say “I’d love some tea” but it’s only when she’s taking off her coat to sit down at the table that she gets the chance to say it. By then Kamika’s already exiting the room, going to a different room, getting the tea, coming back, asking questions, leaving before Delira can answer, then coming back to ask that question again

Delira tries her best to make some pleasant chit chats in the moments when Kamika is in the room but it’s only when tea is served and they are both sitting down that they can finally talk.  “It’s great to see you again, Kamika! I was in such a hurry to get ready I didn’t ask you how your day was before coming here. So, uhm. Hah, well how was your day?”

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Kami had been pleasantly happy with the rushing back and forth and fussing over Delira, partly because it was funny to watch her react to the constantly interrupted conversation. It always was this way with Delira - she had to get used to people a lot more than other trolls! Silly goatmom, taking her so far up.

When they sat down to finally enjoy and relax a bit, Kami’s smile flickered a bit at the question before returning with full force. “Oh please, it is the same old, a thinkpan that is too busy running around with thoughts means that I don’t always get a lot of sleep. I’ve been mostly going over a few things before setting up for a few new projects - I’ve managed to collect enough samples for a few new possible critters”. Kami leant forwards and winked conspiratorially, “I might even be able to finangle a client to send over those keratinchips you like so much, crunch crunch”. One claw tapped her mug erratically as she interrupted herself to breathe in with gusto the steam, and then took a sip of her tea. “Besides, I haven’t seen you get out from your hive in a while and warmer climate will do you well, you should totally come see things with me sometime, I’m sure that Ms. Coatl’s concert would be fun, and it’s easier to get around if we go together. Maybe get Llawar to come with us to make a midblood trio of safety!”

She finished by tilting her head to the side and giving her signature wiiiide, toothy grin.

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The mention of keratinchips makes Delira’s mouth water and her attention span shrink. It’s only for a second but with Kamika a second is an awful lot. So by the time she was back into the conversation, wiping a bit of drool from her mouth, she was already lost. These conversations always leave her so disoriented; like a grub in the brood caves. Except instead of being in mortal danger you are danger of a social faux pas. To be fair, Delira would much rather the mortal danger.

Coatl? Delira’s heard this name before but she can’t quite put your finger on it. It must be another troll Kamika is foolishly paling. “I don’t really know about any of that.” Delira start to anxiously stir your tea, “three isn’t exactly very safe when one of them could be a crazed axe murderer. No, that’s not right. You can’t murder axes. A crazy axe murderer? An axe crazy murder! That’s the one.”

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Have a daymare

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You know it might just be the clumps of slime sloshing down your face and body but you’re starting to think a bath is a really good idea. It seems like a lot of work, though, and you aren’t sure you want to do that much work. That much work sounds like a lot of work. You don’t want to work. You ponder cancelling before you get another light migraine. Yeah, cancelling isn’t the best idea. You catch a glimpse of yourself through the mirror on the way to the washroom. God, you’re hideous.

It’s incredible what two hours can do. You’re as clean as a whistle and as hot as magma. Maybe even hotter! Careful not to touch anyone, Delira, you might burn somebody! You look so good in this big fuzzy coat, with it’s deep red fabric and it’s pink fur accents. Mph, you wish somebody other than Kamika could see you right now, because you look fine as hell. You make your way down the mountain side. The freezing weather and hazardous terrain keeps you safe when you’re home. Your thankful for it. Even if it means you can never invite someone over. Then again, with the way your room is, you don’t really want to.

Your lusus waits patiently in a large but hollow cavern. Their hair is covered in flakes of snow. They’re so huge it takes you a while to get onto their back. Once there you relay instructions and slowly begin your decent down the mountainside. They’re normally much faster than this.

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No, not the hair. Not the hair! AUGH. She always does this. You’ve switched hair-soap threetimes now. Do you have lice? Ticks? What the hell is in your hair that makes her lick it? You catch a glimpse of Kamika through one of the windows. Of course she’s smiling. She probably finds this hilarious. Well you don’t. It’s gross. So gross. YUK. You wave at the friend and make your way to the snake gate.

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This never got old. Giggling as Mom continued making a complete, yucky mess of Delira’s hair, Kami grabbed a towel. Oh look, an alpaca-lick! That lock was going to dry sticky-stiff upwards if Deli didn’t pat it down. It was going to dry weird anyways, so perhaps the towel could wait… nah, they needed to disinfect the area anyways. Still, one of these days she was going to take some photos as “blackmail”.

As such, Kamika barely waited for her friend to reach the hidden stone door in the cliffside before flinging the door open and launching herself forwards in a big HUG that, if she had been a character in an text adventure based webcomic, would have been accompanied by at least five exclamation marks to indicate how much excitement was packed into it. Yes, there was her friend, reassuringly solid and fluffy in her bigass coat and smelling mildly of soap and alpaca spit, and still fit. Waving one arm at the unseen goatmom, Kami shuffled backwards without letting go of her friend, and closed the door via foot shove. Then, she released her friend to look at her, and promptly hugged her again.

"You are having tea first and then we go to my lab, because you haven’t hassled me about anything yet!" This time she released Delira sufficiently to let go of her and drag her downstairs towards an already set table.

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I swear Kamika’s grin is contagious because Delira grew one just like it the minute she saw her burst through those doors. She might have burst a little too fast, though, because she’s not showing any signs of slowing down. Delira swiftly braces herself for what years of “education by example” has taught her to be “what an attack looks like”. She isn’t very surprised to see that Kamika was aiming for hugs instead of assault but Delira’s still a little shaken up. It takes some warming up but Delira manages to return the hug. It’s a bit hard given that she’s buried under a big fluffy coat. It’s a bit of a tender moment. Well, it would be if Kamika’s lusus didn’t keep licking Delira’s hair.

Delira promised herself she wouldn’t fall in diamonds with this girl but she’s making it so gosh darn hard right now. She’s way too good at this for her own good. There’s a bit of a shuffle as the two of them try to walk while hugging. Success is a bit varied, of course, but hey they managed to get in the door! So hooray for progress. Delira was waiting for Kamika to let go so she could finally take off her coat but NOPE downstairs she goes! She tries her best to say “I’d love some tea” but it’s only when she’s taking off her coat to sit down at the table that she gets the chance to say it. By then Kamika’s already exiting the room, going to a different room, getting the tea, coming back, asking questions, leaving before Delira can answer, then coming back to ask that question again

Delira tries her best to make some pleasant chit chats in the moments when Kamika is in the room but it’s only when tea is served and they are both sitting down that they can finally talk.  “It’s great to see you again, Kamika! I was in such a hurry to get ready I didn’t ask you how your day was before coming here. So, uhm. Hah, well how was your day?”

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Have a daymare

They’ve found her.

Delira is twisting and turning, snarling at the shadowed bluebloods with grim faces that have her in their grip. Her horn stump is oozing, is dripping ichor and blood and infection, and it covers the floor, the ground, everything is flooding with the evidence of Sick and it has washed onto your shoes. You can see little claws of sticky pus and disgrace crawling up your legs, bright small stars of teal and red pain infection climbing up your limbs. You wrench your eyes to your side and you can see other shapes, other trolls stuck in the miasma. They’re all standing there, unaware of how they have been ensnared, because you are the disease vector and they trusted you and they’re going to die because only the tall adult bluebloods with their sharp faces and muscles are free from the infection and it is your fault, your fault, the stench of rot climbs higher and as you sink to your knees you can see your hands are covered in the thin little lines of infected arteries, you are compromised. You struggle to pull yourself up, to lift your feet from the suddenly swampy murk of disease at your feet and one comes free with a glorp-

-and Kamika pulled herself out to the rim of her recuperacoon, gasping for breath as the sopor glurped and pulled at her to return to its embrace and sleep, but the sound just makes the nausea worse. After dry hacking and heaving over the rim, with nothing but a thing string of saliva hanging from your mouth for her efforts, Kamika lay panting over the edge, before climbing out and heading for her shower.

Afterwards, hair limp and wet and everything smelling of minty bodywash, Kamika sat down and logged into Trollian.

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DA: Hey DA: /)eli!!!!!  DA: /)eli/)eli/)eli rrirrirrirrirrirri /)elirra Lirralirrirri  DA: We shoul/) do that (he(k up sóónerr!  DA: /)o you think you (an (ome tonight? DA: O:C

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A room and an empty rug. The walls smell like purple. You try to stand up but your legs are made out of books. BEEP. Your arms turn into slither-beasts and float to the ceiling. The ceiling is made out of broken glass. They hit the glass and shards start falling onto you. You don’t feel anything. There’s a knock on the door. BEEP. You answer. No one’s there. It’s just an empty pit. All of your favorite things are inside. You fall into it. Everything’s on fire now. You don’t feel anything. BEEP. You lift your hands and try to catch the fire but your arms freeze. You try to get up but your legs aren’t there and the ground vanishes. You start falling again. The water’s freezing cold and it’s raining. You don’t feel anything. BEEP. You can hear a ship headed your way. You struggle to move but your body doesn’t respond. The water’s as hard as slime. You swish and buck around but it’s too thick for you to move. The ship’s getting closer. BEEP. You thrash harder. The slime is so thick it’s like you can’t even move. The ship hits you and you go under. A school of water-shivs slice through the slime with ease. They bump and cut into you. You can’t feel a thing. BEEP

You wonder if that was a nightmare. It certainly felt like a nightmare. Things seem so pleasant at the bottom of your recuperacoon. It’s a shame it isn’t quiet. You gaze out of the viewport, your eyes half open, and look to your husktop. The little light is flashing. You must have gotten a message. Your mind goes to work on coming up with excuses. It’s too far away. You’re too tired. It’s too early. You’re not in the mood. It’s probably nothing anyway. You slump out of the recuperacoon and make a loud splat on the floor. You don’t even bother to get cleaned up first. You’ll clean up the mess later. You know you won’t, though, because the stains from yesterday are still there. You open the husktop. It’s Kamika.

DA: ¡HEY DA: ¡that sounds wonderfuL DA: ¡i,d love to come oveR DA: *i,ve been meaning to come see yoU DA: *i’ll start getting ready right awaY

[easilyavoidable-blog]

You know it might just be the clumps of slime sloshing down your face and body but you’re starting to think a bath is a really good idea. It seems like a lot of work, though, and you aren’t sure you want to do that much work. That much work sounds like a lot of work. You don’t want to work. You ponder cancelling before you get another light migraine. Yeah, cancelling isn’t the best idea. You catch a glimpse of yourself through the mirror on the way to the washroom. God, you’re hideous.

It’s incredible what two hours can do. You’re as clean as a whistle and as hot as magma. Maybe even hotter! Careful not to touch anyone, Delira, you might burn somebody! You look so good in this big fuzzy coat, with it’s deep red fabric and it’s pink fur accents. Mph, you wish somebody other than Kamika could see you right now, because you look fine as hell. You make your way down the mountain side. The freezing weather and hazardous terrain keeps you safe when you’re home. Your thankful for it. Even if it means you can never invite someone over. Then again, with the way your room is, you don’t really want to.

Your lusus waits patiently in a large but hollow cavern. Their hair is covered in flakes of snow. They’re so huge it takes you a while to get onto their back. Once there you relay instructions and slowly begin your decent down the mountainside. They’re normally much faster than this.

—-

No, not the hair. Not the hair! AUGH. She always does this. You’ve switched hair-soap threetimes now. Do you have lice? Ticks? What the hell is in your hair that makes her lick it? You catch a glimpse of Kamika through one of the windows. Of course she’s smiling. She probably finds this hilarious. Well you don’t. It’s gross. So gross. YUK. You wave at the friend and make your way to the snake gate.

[dulceanagenesis-blog]

Have a daymare

They’ve found her.

Delira is twisting and turning, snarling at the shadowed bluebloods with grim faces that have her in their grip. Her horn stump is oozing, is dripping ichor and blood and infection, and it covers the floor, the ground, everything is flooding with the evidence of Sick and it has washed onto your shoes. You can see little claws of sticky pus and disgrace crawling up your legs, bright small stars of teal and red pain infection climbing up your limbs. You wrench your eyes to your side and you can see other shapes, other trolls stuck in the miasma. They’re all standing there, unaware of how they have been ensnared, because you are the disease vector and they trusted you and they’re going to die because only the tall adult bluebloods with their sharp faces and muscles are free from the infection and it is your fault, your fault, the stench of rot climbs higher and as you sink to your knees you can see your hands are covered in the thin little lines of infected arteries, you are compromised. You struggle to pull yourself up, to lift your feet from the suddenly swampy murk of disease at your feet and one comes free with a glorp-

-and Kamika pulled herself out to the rim of her recuperacoon, gasping for breath as the sopor glurped and pulled at her to return to its embrace and sleep, but the sound just makes the nausea worse. After dry hacking and heaving over the rim, with nothing but a thing string of saliva hanging from your mouth for her efforts, Kamika lay panting over the edge, before climbing out and heading for her shower.

Afterwards, hair limp and wet and everything smelling of minty bodywash, Kamika sat down and logged into Trollian.

dulceAnagenesis [DA] began trolling deadpanApathy [DA] 

DA: Hey DA: /)eli!!!!!  DA: /)eli/)eli/)eli rrirrirrirrirrirri /)elirra Lirralirrirri  DA: We shoul/) do that (he(k up sóónerr!  DA: /)o you think you (an (ome tonight? DA: O:C

[easilyavoidable-blog]

A room and an empty rug. The walls smell like purple. You try to stand up but your legs are made out of books. BEEP. Your arms turn into slither-beasts and float to the ceiling. The ceiling is made out of broken glass. They hit the glass and shards start falling onto you. You don’t feel anything. There’s a knock on the door. BEEP. You answer. No one’s there. It’s just an empty pit. All of your favorite things are inside. You fall into it. Everything’s on fire now. You don’t feel anything. BEEP. You lift your hands and try to catch the fire but your arms freeze. You try to get up but your legs aren’t there and the ground vanishes. You start falling again. The water’s freezing cold and it’s raining. You don’t feel anything. BEEP. You can hear a ship headed your way. You struggle to move but your body doesn’t respond. The water’s as hard as slime. You swish and buck around but it’s too thick for you to move. The ship’s getting closer. BEEP. You thrash harder. The slime is so thick it’s like you can’t even move. The ship hits you and you go under. A school of water-shivs slice through the slime with ease. They bump and cut into you. You can’t feel a thing. BEEP

You wonder if that was a nightmare. It certainly felt like a nightmare. Things seem so pleasant at the bottom of your recuperacoon. It’s a shame it isn’t quiet. You gaze out of the viewport, your eyes half open, and look to your husktop. The little light is flashing. You must have gotten a message. Your mind goes to work on coming up with excuses. It’s too far away. You’re too tired. It’s too early. You’re not in the mood. It’s probably nothing anyway. You slump out of the recuperacoon and make a loud splat on the floor. You don’t even bother to get cleaned up first. You’ll clean up the mess later. You know you won’t, though, because the stains from yesterday are still there. You open the husktop. It’s Kamika.

DA: ¡HEY DA: ¡that sounds wonderfuL DA: ¡i,d love to come oveR DA: *i,ve been meaning to come see yoU DA: *i’ll start getting ready right awaY

[righteousnyctotrope-deactivated]

okay but so there’s th!s outf!t from about four hundred sweeps ago

!t’s documented !n s!xty or so pa!nt!ngs (portra!ts, ma!nly, of !mper!ous He!resses) by one part!cular art!st

you only see that outf!t !n those pa!nt!ngs, ever

and there’s no extant fragments or ANYTH!NG.

do ! make !t, or do ! make !t

3:}

[easilyavoidable-blog]

.you should totally make iT !in fact` while you’re at it you should make it betteR .show up to the slaughterhouse in that dresS .let everyone know you mean businesS “.yeah I made thiS .no you can’t have iT”

[righteousnyctotrope-deactivated]

gonna do !t

gonna do the th!ng

[easilyavoidable-blog]

¡aw' yeaH ¡you go girL

[righteousnyctotrope-deactivated]

okay but so there’s th!s outf!t from about four hundred sweeps ago

!t’s documented !n s!xty or so pa!nt!ngs (portra!ts, ma!nly, of !mper!ous He!resses) by one part!cular art!st

you only see that outf!t !n those pa!nt!ngs, ever

and there’s no extant fragments or ANYTH!NG.

do ! make !t, or do ! make !t

3:}

[easilyavoidable-blog]

.you should totally make iT !in fact` while you're at it you should make it betteR .show up to the slaughterhouse in that dresS .let everyone know you mean businesS ".yeah I made thiS .no you can't have iT"

[theceruleancorsair]

Why you should be friends with me.

[theceruleancorsair]

Eye think she thinks we’re gOing to start fighting nOw. Are we gOing tO start fighting nOw because it really lOXks like we’re gOing to start fighting nOw. Eye shOuld get my fighting gloves. AlsO s1where tO hide.

[annihilationpostponed-blog]

why the fuck woukd she think that? Caelus, you fucking idiot, how the blod stained shit am i going to kicvk your as from all the way over here? not that i wouldn’t be able to, mind you,but im sencirele lacking in reasons to shove my shoe up yuour arse.

[easilyavoidable-blog]

.sorry caelus, but it was i who had so cleverly defeated yoU .tyrvan had no hand to play in thiS .it was with my cunning savvy and my many wits that i have used to deciphered your password and have you lead into this mesh of non truthS .tyrvan helped, of course, but only at making this significantly more funny than it already waS

.also, caelus, we need to talK .i’ve been using your password on many other things that require passwords and it is the same for each onE .this is very hazardous and dangerouS .if it’s too difficult to remember passwords i can easily help you make a systeM .i have one myself, it is very clever and involves various codes and cipherS

[theceruleancorsair]

Nice try, Delira, but Eye knOw it was Tyrvan! NO amOunt of treachery can shake me Off Of his metaphOrical tail. Eye say that because Tyrvan dOesn’t have a tail. Eye knOw this fOr a fact because Eye’ve seen him naked.

[annihilationpostponed-blog]

DON’T FUVKING TELLHGER TAHT

[easilyavoidable-blog]

.this just became a thousand times more funnY

[theceruleancorsair]

Why you should be friends with me.

[righteousnyctotrope-deactivated]

/grubcorn

th!s’ll be fun to watch

[annihilationpostponed-blog]

what the fick are you even taking aboutr?

[theceruleancorsair]

Eye think she thinks we’re gOing to start fighting nOw. Are we gOing tO start fighting nOw because it really lOXks like we’re gOing to start fighting nOw. Eye shOuld get my fighting gloves. AlsO s1where tO hide.

[annihilationpostponed-blog]

why the fuck woukd she think that? Caelus, you fucking idiot, how the blod stained shit am i going to kicvk your as from all the way over here? not that i wouldn’t be able to, mind you,but im sencirele lacking in reasons to shove my shoe up yuour arse.

[easilyavoidable-blog]

.sorry caelus, but it was i who had so cleverly defeated yoU .tyrvan had no hand to play in thiS .it was with my cunning savvy and my many wits that i have used to deciphered your password and have you lead into this mesh of non truthS .tyrvan helped, of course, but only at making this significantly more funny than it already waS

.also, caelus, we need to talK .i've been using your password on many other things that require passwords and it is the same for each onE .this is very hazardous and dangerouS .if it's too difficult to remember passwords i can easily help you make a systeM .i have one myself, it is very clever and involves various codes and cipherS

[easilyavoidable-blog]

>Delira: Begin a blog.

After playing around on your friend's blog you've developed an interest in the venture. The whole thing seems rather nice when you think about it. A cozy little place where you can write things that any one can see but no one will see. Well, except your friends of course. You'll be sure to message them all with your blog's address.