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✋ RP/Ask blog for Wes of Don't Starve! 🎈 -- Multiverse and Crossover Friendly! | Multi-AUs, Multi-Ships and Multi-Headcanons are Okay! | [Current Event: None] [Current M!A: None]

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[formareine]

“Who– who’s there?!” Wes was never able to audibly respond.

[probablyatrashcan]

“My name is Penelope! I don’t bite, I promise. I have a wesley with me.” She lifred him high up with her top set of arms. Being shifred around with her limbs probably felt weird.

[formareine]

Wes wishes he could say something.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penny went to the voice again, still curious.

[formareine]

“Bubby told me not to talk to anybody if he isn’t here!”

[probablyatrashcan]

“Well you’re talking to me! I have him with me” Penelope kept moving closer.

[formareine]

“I don’t believe you– I-If– if you have him, you probably hurt him!”

[probablyatrashcan]

“No, I was trying to keep him safe. I was going to feed him some breakfast but we got distracted. You can come see he’s safe.”

[formareine]

A much more frail figure emerges from a hiding spot. “I-I can see you,” he says. “You l-look scary.”

[probablyatrashcan]

“How?” She tilted her head but came over and scooped him up before he could react.

[formareine]

Milo just starts screaming at the top of his lungs. It's very high pitched, it almost sounded like one of those frogs that yells when you poke it.

[formareine]

Kit ran through the rain from the hounds chasing after her, she normally would fight them but... She had no weapons to use. Her eyes darted around, looking for anyone who could help

A man was wide awake and alert from hearing the barking, having nothing but a pickaxe and balloons in his inventory. He looked as if he was startled awake, because he had bags under his eyes and a sleepy but wide gaze, and his grip on his only tool was very tight.

Wes reared it back in a threatening manner, looking around in a slight panic. He should probably run but he was froze stiff.

[satchel-of-secrets]

Kit ran past him with the trio of hounds chasing after her. She was cursing in who knows how many languages. She looked over at Wes, waving at him, still keeping away from the hounds.

[formareine]

He looked started by that, trying to focus on her but then he saw the hounds gaining.

He debated running before making a stern face. He aimed the pickaxe like a bat.

Soon the barking had stopped.

[satchel-of-secrets]

Kit let out a relieved sigh, looking at Wes. ”Thank you so much!”

[formareine]

Wes was audibly heaving, having some blood on him and his pickaxe had broken; he was just holding a broken stick now.

He looks to her with a pained look, holding his side as it was bleeding. His arm on that side was also red with blood. They got a few bites on him…

He dropped the stick, almost collapsing.

[satchel-of-secrets]

Kit helped him stay up, bringing him over to his camp and setting him down in the tent as she digs through her satchel, looking for some poultice or salves

[formareine]

It didn't knock him out, at least not yet. But he had been blacked out. He only felt pulsing pain.

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[formareine]

“Who– who’s there?!” Wes was never able to audibly respond.

[probablyatrashcan]

“My name is Penelope! I don’t bite, I promise. I have a wesley with me.” She lifred him high up with her top set of arms. Being shifred around with her limbs probably felt weird.

[formareine]

Wes wishes he could say something.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penny went to the voice again, still curious.

[formareine]

“Bubby told me not to talk to anybody if he isn’t here!”

[probablyatrashcan]

“Well you’re talking to me! I have him with me” Penelope kept moving closer.

[formareine]

“I don’t believe you– I-If– if you have him, you probably hurt him!”

[probablyatrashcan]

“No, I was trying to keep him safe. I was going to feed him some breakfast but we got distracted. You can come see he’s safe.”

[formareine]

A much more frail figure emerges from a hiding spot. "I-I can see you," he says. "You l-look scary."

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[formareine]

“Who– who’s there?!” Wes was never able to audibly respond.

[probablyatrashcan]

“My name is Penelope! I don’t bite, I promise. I have a wesley with me.” She lifred him high up with her top set of arms. Being shifred around with her limbs probably felt weird.

[formareine]

Wes wishes he could say something.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penny went to the voice again, still curious.

[formareine]

“Bubby told me not to talk to anybody if he isn’t here!”

[probablyatrashcan]

“Well you’re talking to me! I have him with me” Penelope kept moving closer.

[formareine]

"I don't believe you-- I-If-- if you have him, you probably hurt him!"

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[formareine]

“Who– who’s there?!” Wes was never able to audibly respond.

[probablyatrashcan]

“My name is Penelope! I don’t bite, I promise. I have a wesley with me.” She lifred him high up with her top set of arms. Being shifred around with her limbs probably felt weird.

[formareine]

Wes wishes he could say something.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penny went to the voice again, still curious.

[formareine]

"Bubby told me not to talk to anybody if he isn't here!"

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[formareine]

“Who– who’s there?!” Wes was never able to audibly respond.

[probablyatrashcan]

“My name is Penelope! I don’t bite, I promise. I have a wesley with me.” She lifred him high up with her top set of arms. Being shifred around with her limbs probably felt weird.

[formareine]

Wes wishes he could say something.

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[formareine]

"Who-- who's there?!" Wes was never able to audibly respond.

[formareine]

Kit ran through the rain from the hounds chasing after her, she normally would fight them but... She had no weapons to use. Her eyes darted around, looking for anyone who could help

A man was wide awake and alert from hearing the barking, having nothing but a pickaxe and balloons in his inventory. He looked as if he was startled awake, because he had bags under his eyes and a sleepy but wide gaze, and his grip on his only tool was very tight.

Wes reared it back in a threatening manner, looking around in a slight panic. He should probably run but he was froze stiff.

[satchel-of-secrets]

Kit ran past him with the trio of hounds chasing after her. She was cursing in who knows how many languages. She looked over at Wes, waving at him, still keeping away from the hounds.

[formareine]

He looked started by that, trying to focus on her but then he saw the hounds gaining.

He debated running before making a stern face. He aimed the pickaxe like a bat.

Soon the barking had stopped.

[satchel-of-secrets]

Kit let out a relieved sigh, looking at Wes. ”Thank you so much!”

[formareine]

Wes was audibly heaving, having some blood on him and his pickaxe had broken; he was just holding a broken stick now.

He looks to her with a pained look, holding his side as it was bleeding. His arm on that side was also red with blood. They got a few bites on him...

He dropped the stick, almost collapsing.

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penny came to the surface and called out this time. “Hello?” She called louder too. Wes must be very tired…

[formareine]

The noise somewhat responded, “Weeees?!” They seemed really worried.

Wes stirred a little at the sound. Oh no. Did he fall asleep? He was supposed to be on night watch – wait. He slowly remembered now. He felt at the thing holding him. So that wasn’t just a dream. Oh no.

Wes had a panicked look and started to try and pry himself from her grasp now. Playing house was fun but he really needed to leave now.

The voice shouts his name again.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penny walks towards the voice with Wes in her arms. She seemed somewhat mesmerized by it. Was it another lost child?

[formareine]

Wes tugged at Penny's arm, trying to get her to understand to let him go.

The voice paused.

That made Wes worry more.

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penny came to the surface and called out this time. “Hello?” She called louder too. Wes must be very tired…

[formareine]

The noise somewhat responded, "Weeees?!" They seemed really worried.

Wes stirred a little at the sound. Oh no. Did he fall asleep? He was supposed to be on night watch -- wait. He slowly remembered now. He felt at the thing holding him. So that wasn't just a dream. Oh no.

Wes had a panicked look and started to try and pry himself from her grasp now. Playing house was fun but he really needed to leave now.

The voice shouts his name again.

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penny continues to groom him, assuming he’s sick by his odd facial colors. He looked dirty too and a bath would help. She lifted him up and walked over to a pond.

[formareine]

What’s happening now??

Wes scrunched his face, kicking his legs to the ground to get them to maybe stop. He tried patting her arms as well, if not waving his hand at her.

He was calm about it, or at least seemed to be; he can’t shout if he wanted to.

[infused-science]

Penny put him down in the lake and started cleaning him off. His face coloring was washing right off and he was getting well! “Thank goodness, I thought I might be late…” She mumbled. It was a different language, but you understood it somehow.

[formareine]

Oh no, oh no.

Wes wasn’t so much afraid of the creature, more so the water. He had a deep fear of it. Deep fear.

The lake didn’t look too dangerous, and after a moment he settled down. He was still worried. He didn’t really mind his makeup being cleared off. It was bound to happen.

He just had to calm down. It didn’t seem like he was in danger or going to drown. He had to tell himself that, in his head.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope got him cleaned off before pulling him out and holding against her body sp he’d stay warm and dry off. She walked towards a cave enterance

[formareine]

At this point Wes was thankful but also getting rather irritated. All he wanted to do was sew his clothes. Now he was wet and cold, and all his stuff was still out in the open in the other direction!

At least the creature wasn’t trying to kill him. Or, he hoped that, anyways.

[probablyatrashcan]

She took him down into the caves, keeping him warm by holding him against her chest. She took him down to her nest.

[formareine]

This was getting all too weird. And unsettling. It wasn’t comforting at all, having something snatch you up like it was your mother or something.

He was getting grouchy now, he didn’t want to be dragged down here. He wanted to go get his belongings. Not be shirtless, wet, and in some cave with a creature babying him.

[probablyatrashcan]

She settled right down on top of him. Not hurting him or suffocating him, but she was keeping him warm and stationary from the night.

[formareine]

He makes an audible huff as he pouts. His stuff had better be okay when he leaves. His hair was all half dried and messy looking, his freckles made it easy to tell that he was sort of blushing from being frustrated.

Despite all that he was feeling pretty tired. His grouchy face slowly left as he needed to yawn.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope slept with him right there. If He needed something, she’d wake up. 

[formareine]

He stretched in his spot, just laying there and looking around. This was better than being attacked. He was still slightly angry, but he kept in mind it could be worse. At least he was safe. Whatever it was, it obviously liked him. That was a plus.

And he remembers it spoke. That was strange. Huh.

[probablyatrashcan]

It didn’t speak now, being asleep and all. It was warm like the belly of a brooding hen.

[formareine]

Heh. Wes smiles a little. This was okay. He just had to ignore the detail he was kidnapped. But perhaps tomorrow he can show that he was capable of taking care of himself. He’s been used to that sort of thing. Even before this place.

[probablyatrashcan]

Well, tomorrow. Rest now while you can, you’ll probably need the strength for tomorrow. 

[formareine]

Wes managed to get comfortable enough to sleep, which wasn’t that hard. He slept in worse conditions.

By the morning, he wouldn’t wake up. Not a stir came from him.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope woke up, lifting him up.  He’d need food and clearly wasn’t like her. So she got him some plants. 

[formareine]

He still wouldn’t move much. From outside the cave, someone was hurt shouting something. Maybe for him. It was hard to tell.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope heard the noise and went towards it with Wes still in her lower arms. “Hello?” She aaked in return to the voice. 

[formareine]

Seems they didnt hear.

Wes was still in some unconscious state. Talk about a heavy sleeper.

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penny continues to groom him, assuming he’s sick by his odd facial colors. He looked dirty too and a bath would help. She lifted him up and walked over to a pond.

[formareine]

What’s happening now??

Wes scrunched his face, kicking his legs to the ground to get them to maybe stop. He tried patting her arms as well, if not waving his hand at her.

He was calm about it, or at least seemed to be; he can’t shout if he wanted to.

[infused-science]

Penny put him down in the lake and started cleaning him off. His face coloring was washing right off and he was getting well! “Thank goodness, I thought I might be late…” She mumbled. It was a different language, but you understood it somehow.

[formareine]

Oh no, oh no.

Wes wasn’t so much afraid of the creature, more so the water. He had a deep fear of it. Deep fear.

The lake didn’t look too dangerous, and after a moment he settled down. He was still worried. He didn’t really mind his makeup being cleared off. It was bound to happen.

He just had to calm down. It didn’t seem like he was in danger or going to drown. He had to tell himself that, in his head.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope got him cleaned off before pulling him out and holding against her body sp he’d stay warm and dry off. She walked towards a cave enterance

[formareine]

At this point Wes was thankful but also getting rather irritated. All he wanted to do was sew his clothes. Now he was wet and cold, and all his stuff was still out in the open in the other direction!

At least the creature wasn’t trying to kill him. Or, he hoped that, anyways.

[probablyatrashcan]

She took him down into the caves, keeping him warm by holding him against her chest. She took him down to her nest.

[formareine]

This was getting all too weird. And unsettling. It wasn’t comforting at all, having something snatch you up like it was your mother or something.

He was getting grouchy now, he didn’t want to be dragged down here. He wanted to go get his belongings. Not be shirtless, wet, and in some cave with a creature babying him.

[probablyatrashcan]

She settled right down on top of him. Not hurting him or suffocating him, but she was keeping him warm and stationary from the night.

[formareine]

He makes an audible huff as he pouts. His stuff had better be okay when he leaves. His hair was all half dried and messy looking, his freckles made it easy to tell that he was sort of blushing from being frustrated.

Despite all that he was feeling pretty tired. His grouchy face slowly left as he needed to yawn.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope slept with him right there. If He needed something, she’d wake up. 

[formareine]

He stretched in his spot, just laying there and looking around. This was better than being attacked. He was still slightly angry, but he kept in mind it could be worse. At least he was safe. Whatever it was, it obviously liked him. That was a plus.

And he remembers it spoke. That was strange. Huh.

[probablyatrashcan]

It didn’t speak now, being asleep and all. It was warm like the belly of a brooding hen.

[formareine]

Heh. Wes smiles a little. This was okay. He just had to ignore the detail he was kidnapped. But perhaps tomorrow he can show that he was capable of taking care of himself. He’s been used to that sort of thing. Even before this place.

[probablyatrashcan]

Well, tomorrow. Rest now while you can, you’ll probably need the strength for tomorrow. 

[formareine]

Wes managed to get comfortable enough to sleep, which wasn’t that hard. He slept in worse conditions.

By the morning, he wouldn’t wake up. Not a stir came from him.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope woke up, lifting him up.  He’d need food and clearly wasn’t like her. So she got him some plants. 

[formareine]

He still wouldn't move much. From outside the cave, someone was hurt shouting something. Maybe for him. It was hard to tell.

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penny continues to groom him, assuming he’s sick by his odd facial colors. He looked dirty too and a bath would help. She lifted him up and walked over to a pond.

[formareine]

What’s happening now??

Wes scrunched his face, kicking his legs to the ground to get them to maybe stop. He tried patting her arms as well, if not waving his hand at her.

He was calm about it, or at least seemed to be; he can’t shout if he wanted to.

[infused-science]

Penny put him down in the lake and started cleaning him off. His face coloring was washing right off and he was getting well! “Thank goodness, I thought I might be late…” She mumbled. It was a different language, but you understood it somehow.

[formareine]

Oh no, oh no.

Wes wasn’t so much afraid of the creature, more so the water. He had a deep fear of it. Deep fear.

The lake didn’t look too dangerous, and after a moment he settled down. He was still worried. He didn’t really mind his makeup being cleared off. It was bound to happen.

He just had to calm down. It didn’t seem like he was in danger or going to drown. He had to tell himself that, in his head.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope got him cleaned off before pulling him out and holding against her body sp he’d stay warm and dry off. She walked towards a cave enterance

[formareine]

At this point Wes was thankful but also getting rather irritated. All he wanted to do was sew his clothes. Now he was wet and cold, and all his stuff was still out in the open in the other direction!

At least the creature wasn’t trying to kill him. Or, he hoped that, anyways.

[probablyatrashcan]

She took him down into the caves, keeping him warm by holding him against her chest. She took him down to her nest.

[formareine]

This was getting all too weird. And unsettling. It wasn’t comforting at all, having something snatch you up like it was your mother or something.

He was getting grouchy now, he didn’t want to be dragged down here. He wanted to go get his belongings. Not be shirtless, wet, and in some cave with a creature babying him.

[probablyatrashcan]

She settled right down on top of him. Not hurting him or suffocating him, but she was keeping him warm and stationary from the night.

[formareine]

He makes an audible huff as he pouts. His stuff had better be okay when he leaves. His hair was all half dried and messy looking, his freckles made it easy to tell that he was sort of blushing from being frustrated.

Despite all that he was feeling pretty tired. His grouchy face slowly left as he needed to yawn.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope slept with him right there. If He needed something, she’d wake up. 

[formareine]

He stretched in his spot, just laying there and looking around. This was better than being attacked. He was still slightly angry, but he kept in mind it could be worse. At least he was safe. Whatever it was, it obviously liked him. That was a plus.

And he remembers it spoke. That was strange. Huh.

[probablyatrashcan]

It didn’t speak now, being asleep and all. It was warm like the belly of a brooding hen.

[formareine]

Heh. Wes smiles a little. This was okay. He just had to ignore the detail he was kidnapped. But perhaps tomorrow he can show that he was capable of taking care of himself. He’s been used to that sort of thing. Even before this place.

[probablyatrashcan]

Well, tomorrow. Rest now while you can, you’ll probably need the strength for tomorrow. 

[formareine]

Wes managed to get comfortable enough to sleep, which wasn't that hard. He slept in worse conditions.

By the morning, he wouldn't wake up. Not a stir came from him.

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penny continues to groom him, assuming he’s sick by his odd facial colors. He looked dirty too and a bath would help. She lifted him up and walked over to a pond.

[formareine]

What’s happening now??

Wes scrunched his face, kicking his legs to the ground to get them to maybe stop. He tried patting her arms as well, if not waving his hand at her.

He was calm about it, or at least seemed to be; he can’t shout if he wanted to.

[infused-science]

Penny put him down in the lake and started cleaning him off. His face coloring was washing right off and he was getting well! “Thank goodness, I thought I might be late…” She mumbled. It was a different language, but you understood it somehow.

[formareine]

Oh no, oh no.

Wes wasn’t so much afraid of the creature, more so the water. He had a deep fear of it. Deep fear.

The lake didn’t look too dangerous, and after a moment he settled down. He was still worried. He didn’t really mind his makeup being cleared off. It was bound to happen.

He just had to calm down. It didn’t seem like he was in danger or going to drown. He had to tell himself that, in his head.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope got him cleaned off before pulling him out and holding against her body sp he’d stay warm and dry off. She walked towards a cave enterance

[formareine]

At this point Wes was thankful but also getting rather irritated. All he wanted to do was sew his clothes. Now he was wet and cold, and all his stuff was still out in the open in the other direction!

At least the creature wasn’t trying to kill him. Or, he hoped that, anyways.

[probablyatrashcan]

She took him down into the caves, keeping him warm by holding him against her chest. She took him down to her nest.

[formareine]

This was getting all too weird. And unsettling. It wasn’t comforting at all, having something snatch you up like it was your mother or something.

He was getting grouchy now, he didn’t want to be dragged down here. He wanted to go get his belongings. Not be shirtless, wet, and in some cave with a creature babying him.

[probablyatrashcan]

She settled right down on top of him. Not hurting him or suffocating him, but she was keeping him warm and stationary from the night.

[formareine]

He makes an audible huff as he pouts. His stuff had better be okay when he leaves. His hair was all half dried and messy looking, his freckles made it easy to tell that he was sort of blushing from being frustrated.

Despite all that he was feeling pretty tired. His grouchy face slowly left as he needed to yawn.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope slept with him right there. If He needed something, she’d wake up. 

[formareine]

He stretched in his spot, just laying there and looking around. This was better than being attacked. He was still slightly angry, but he kept in mind it could be worse. At least he was safe. Whatever it was, it obviously liked him. That was a plus.

And he remembers it spoke. That was strange. Huh.

[probablyatrashcan]

It didn’t speak now, being asleep and all. It was warm like the belly of a brooding hen.

[formareine]

Heh. Wes smiles a little. This was okay. He just had to ignore the detail he was kidnapped. But perhaps tomorrow he can show that he was capable of taking care of himself. He's been used to that sort of thing. Even before this place.

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penny continues to groom him, assuming he’s sick by his odd facial colors. He looked dirty too and a bath would help. She lifted him up and walked over to a pond.

[formareine]

What’s happening now??

Wes scrunched his face, kicking his legs to the ground to get them to maybe stop. He tried patting her arms as well, if not waving his hand at her.

He was calm about it, or at least seemed to be; he can’t shout if he wanted to.

[infused-science]

Penny put him down in the lake and started cleaning him off. His face coloring was washing right off and he was getting well! “Thank goodness, I thought I might be late…” She mumbled. It was a different language, but you understood it somehow.

[formareine]

Oh no, oh no.

Wes wasn’t so much afraid of the creature, more so the water. He had a deep fear of it. Deep fear.

The lake didn’t look too dangerous, and after a moment he settled down. He was still worried. He didn’t really mind his makeup being cleared off. It was bound to happen.

He just had to calm down. It didn’t seem like he was in danger or going to drown. He had to tell himself that, in his head.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope got him cleaned off before pulling him out and holding against her body sp he’d stay warm and dry off. She walked towards a cave enterance

[formareine]

At this point Wes was thankful but also getting rather irritated. All he wanted to do was sew his clothes. Now he was wet and cold, and all his stuff was still out in the open in the other direction!

At least the creature wasn’t trying to kill him. Or, he hoped that, anyways.

[probablyatrashcan]

She took him down into the caves, keeping him warm by holding him against her chest. She took him down to her nest.

[formareine]

This was getting all too weird. And unsettling. It wasn’t comforting at all, having something snatch you up like it was your mother or something.

He was getting grouchy now, he didn’t want to be dragged down here. He wanted to go get his belongings. Not be shirtless, wet, and in some cave with a creature babying him.

[probablyatrashcan]

She settled right down on top of him. Not hurting him or suffocating him, but she was keeping him warm and stationary from the night.

[formareine]

He makes an audible huff as he pouts. His stuff had better be okay when he leaves. His hair was all half dried and messy looking, his freckles made it easy to tell that he was sort of blushing from being frustrated.

Despite all that he was feeling pretty tired. His grouchy face slowly left as he needed to yawn.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope slept with him right there. If He needed something, she’d wake up. 

[formareine]

He stretched in his spot, just laying there and looking around. This was better than being attacked. He was still slightly angry, but he kept in mind it could be worse. At least he was safe. Whatever it was, it obviously liked him. That was a plus.

And he remembers it spoke. That was strange. Huh.

[formareine]

Kit ran through the rain from the hounds chasing after her, she normally would fight them but... She had no weapons to use. Her eyes darted around, looking for anyone who could help

A man was wide awake and alert from hearing the barking, having nothing but a pickaxe and balloons in his inventory. He looked as if he was startled awake, because he had bags under his eyes and a sleepy but wide gaze, and his grip on his only tool was very tight.

Wes reared it back in a threatening manner, looking around in a slight panic. He should probably run but he was froze stiff.

[satchel-of-secrets]

Kit ran past him with the trio of hounds chasing after her. She was cursing in who knows how many languages. She looked over at Wes, waving at him, still keeping away from the hounds.

[formareine]

He looked started by that, trying to focus on her but then he saw the hounds gaining.

He debated running before making a stern face. He aimed the pickaxe like a bat.

Soon the barking had stopped.

[formareine]

A big bug creature lumbered over towards the mime, picking him up and starting to groom him out of nowhere.

His lower lip pouts out as his eyebrows raise. He looks upward but doesn’t move, he stands with his arms out as if he’s balancing himself. He stays perfectly still, slowly realising the creature wasn’t harming him. Then uh…what was it doing?

Wes continues to look up, blinking curiously. His hands finally go back together, as he was stitching a patch onto his ripped sweater; but his eyes stay upward, as mentioned before.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penny continues to groom him, assuming he’s sick by his odd facial colors. He looked dirty too and a bath would help. She lifted him up and walked over to a pond.

[formareine]

What’s happening now??

Wes scrunched his face, kicking his legs to the ground to get them to maybe stop. He tried patting her arms as well, if not waving his hand at her.

He was calm about it, or at least seemed to be; he can’t shout if he wanted to.

[infused-science]

Penny put him down in the lake and started cleaning him off. His face coloring was washing right off and he was getting well! “Thank goodness, I thought I might be late…” She mumbled. It was a different language, but you understood it somehow.

[formareine]

Oh no, oh no.

Wes wasn’t so much afraid of the creature, more so the water. He had a deep fear of it. Deep fear.

The lake didn’t look too dangerous, and after a moment he settled down. He was still worried. He didn’t really mind his makeup being cleared off. It was bound to happen.

He just had to calm down. It didn’t seem like he was in danger or going to drown. He had to tell himself that, in his head.

[probablyatrashcan]

Penelope got him cleaned off before pulling him out and holding against her body sp he’d stay warm and dry off. She walked towards a cave enterance

[formareine]

At this point Wes was thankful but also getting rather irritated. All he wanted to do was sew his clothes. Now he was wet and cold, and all his stuff was still out in the open in the other direction!

At least the creature wasn’t trying to kill him. Or, he hoped that, anyways.

[probablyatrashcan]

She took him down into the caves, keeping him warm by holding him against her chest. She took him down to her nest.

[formareine]

This was getting all too weird. And unsettling. It wasn’t comforting at all, having something snatch you up like it was your mother or something.

He was getting grouchy now, he didn’t want to be dragged down here. He wanted to go get his belongings. Not be shirtless, wet, and in some cave with a creature babying him.

[probablyatrashcan]

She settled right down on top of him. Not hurting him or suffocating him, but she was keeping him warm and stationary from the night.

[formareine]

He makes an audible huff as he pouts. His stuff had better be okay when he leaves. His hair was all half dried and messy looking, his freckles made it easy to tell that he was sort of blushing from being frustrated.

Despite all that he was feeling pretty tired. His grouchy face slowly left as he needed to yawn.