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//Hey Iâm still alive. I guess. Iâve kinda lost motivation for this blog so Iâll just leave it up as it is for now
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Hey sorry for the lack of content. Iâve been having internet issues as well as some major mental health problems lately so this blog is kinda on hiatus for a bit
Burn it to the Ground
skythegardener
Sky noticed that Halâs clothes were⊠Also quite a mess. And Sky was nearly a foot shorter and about 100lbs less muscle. Sky probably had some clothes somewhereâŠ. Maybe.
âActually, wait here.â Sky said, getting off the floor to go search for clothes, taking Halâs pile of dirty clothes with them. Seriously? How could somebody live like that? Sky felt slightly bad for the man, living in the woods with dirty clothes and never taking a good bath? Sounded like torture.
After some searching Sky found some old clothes Leafos had gave them, likely to be used as Piñata bedding. Some holes in the shirt and pants but they looked roughly Halâs size. Where did he find people with clothes the right size? Sky tossed the dirty ones into a pile Sky had accumulated of mostly their own PJs. Laundry day tomorrow it seemed.
âAlright, clean clothes. I just hope they fit.â Sky said, walking back into the bathroom.
He watched him leave, fighting back the urge to grumble about being left alone. He wasnât exactly needy and was perfectly fine being a lone wolf, but this was a new environment and Skyâs kindess drew him to them. Hal turned his attention to the products that were displayed all neatly on a nearby shelf.Â
The man growled something in animalistic speak to himself as he picked up a bar of pale soap and looked it over. Warily he sniffed it. Sky said moozipan soap, didnât they? Well, it smelled like milk. He dabbed his tongue at it to tasteâ Mistake! Mistake!Â
With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Donât eat soap even if it smells good.Â
Sky put the clothes on the sink and kneeled beside the tub. They had scented soap, but Hal had said he didnât like it, and all they had was bar soap⊠Where was it?
âHey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?â Sky pointed out where it had been, âI sort of need it to clean you up.â
Hal glanced up as Sky reentered with a curious tilt of his head. Oh! Right. He dug around in the water before pulling out the bar with a flourish, splashing water messily. His nails were dug into it so that he wouldnât drop itâ which worked a bit too well as he now couldnât drop it into Skyâs open palm.
He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. âUh⊠Thank Sky?âÂ
Sky rolled up their sleeves and took the bar of soap. At this point, Sky was sure even Sherbet would have lost their mind. Patience and charity and all that.
âAlright. Letâs get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.â Sky said, carefully pouring water over Halâs head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.
The feral man grumbled but allowed it, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid getting anything in them. He entertained himself by looking over the bottles that lined the shelf. He recognized some of those words at least. He used to read a lot as a younglingâŠÂ
Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! Thereâs that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. âGift?âÂ
Sky looked mildly yucked by how gross Halâs hair was, seriously? A bug? They had to admit though, the beetle was at least nice to look at.
âFor me? Or a gift someone gave you?â Sky asked, grabbing a hairbrush to help clean Halâs hair.
âYou,â he insisted, shoving it at Sky as if to put it in their hair too. Realizing most of their hair was hidden by their mask however, he settled with putting it on top of their mask. It clung there, wriggling itâs antenne. It was still alive in thereâŠ?Â
Hal yelped as the hairbrush tugged at the deep tangles. His dull brown hair reached his lower back at this length and was a real mess. At least it was naturally on the thinner, easier to brush side. The feral manâs patience was starting to run out in typical, childish fashion. Growling inhumanly to himself, he started to take bottles off the shelves and look over them to keep himself from attacking Sky with the damned brush.Â
Sky patiently accepted the fact that now they had a beetle in their hair. Sky could likely take about any sort of non-harmful harassment like a saint, a beetle was nothing. The only sign Sky was frustrated was the twitching of their tail. Halâs hair was awful, and Sky cringed internally. How could someone let it get this bad?!
âSorry, I know this sucks. But youâve got half the forest in your hair.â Sky said, âWhen Iâm done you can get rinsed off and get clean clothes on. When was the last time you had clean clothes?â
Hal let out a whine, cringing as his hair was tugged on more. âUhâŠ. Many moons,â he replied. To his credit he blushed and sunk more into the water. âWash clothes whenever take bath.â Which was whenever it rained and he felt like standing out in it.Â
It was a wonder the feral man didnât stink more.Â
Sky sighed, feeling a little bad for Hal.
âThere. Thatâs probably as clean as Iâm gonna get you.â Sky said, putting the brush into the sink and standing, âIâve gotta rinse you off and youâll be good to go.â
Sky grabbed the shower head and turned it on, the water was cold as Sky tried to adjust it.
Hal felt⊠a little itchy. Naked almost. Well besides being mostly naked, he felt like a geckie thatâd just shed itâs skin. Very smooth. Very weird. He scratched lightly at the scars that crisscrossed his chest. âWeirdâŠâÂ
He glanced up at the sound of the tap squeaking, onto to shut his eyes tightly as cold water suddenly cascaded over him. âAUGH!â he roared as if he were struck, twisting away from the spray. He attempted to stand up, only to slip in the water and go faceplanting into the side of the tub.Â
With a defeated whine he sat there, still faceplanted into the porcelion, and just let the coldness wash over him. Today was certainly not his day.Â
âIâm sorry!â Sky helped Hal to his feet, âIâm sorry, are you alright?â
The water warmed up slightly, though not as warm as the bath was. Sky tried to quickly rinse Hal off, Sky now also wet from the slight splash and helping Hal up. Sky said some sort of curse, not unlike âJesus Christâ as they turned off the shower and grabbed Halâs towel.
âI didnât expect it to be that cold, here, dry off, looks like I have to go dry off too.â Sky said, wringing out the water from their shirt.
Hal just nodded and stood up sheepishly. He took the towel and quickly dried off as the cold got to him quickly now that he was missing quite a few layers. Man, itâd take years for him to rebuild his âprotective coatâ as one might call it (though most would call it disgusting).
He did have enough consiteration for Sky to start drying them off too with the dry parts of the towel. The beastman gave a short cough and rubbed his throat. UghâŠ. so much talking was a pain.Â
Sky laughed a little at Halâs insistence on sharing. Sky picked the beetle out of their hair and held it in their hand, unsure what to do with it.
âYou get dressed, Iâll change. Would you like something to drink? Water?â
Hal nodded, giving a tired grin. He managed to wrestle his way into the clothes. Sniffing at the faint scent of Sky, the man made his way back to the loungeroom to give Sky some privacy. He didnât get why human-creatures preferred to be alone when getting clean, but whatever.Â
What to do while Sky was busy? He paused as he passed by a room, peering in curiously. Smelled like Sky... Bedroom? Glancing back to see if the demon was watching, he slowly crept in to poke around.Â
Burn it to the Ground
skythegardener
Sky noticed that Halâs clothes were⊠Also quite a mess. And Sky was nearly a foot shorter and about 100lbs less muscle. Sky probably had some clothes somewhereâŠ. Maybe.
âActually, wait here.â Sky said, getting off the floor to go search for clothes, taking Halâs pile of dirty clothes with them. Seriously? How could somebody live like that? Sky felt slightly bad for the man, living in the woods with dirty clothes and never taking a good bath? Sounded like torture.
After some searching Sky found some old clothes Leafos had gave them, likely to be used as Piñata bedding. Some holes in the shirt and pants but they looked roughly Halâs size. Where did he find people with clothes the right size? Sky tossed the dirty ones into a pile Sky had accumulated of mostly their own PJs. Laundry day tomorrow it seemed.
âAlright, clean clothes. I just hope they fit.â Sky said, walking back into the bathroom.
He watched him leave, fighting back the urge to grumble about being left alone. He wasnât exactly needy and was perfectly fine being a lone wolf, but this was a new environment and Skyâs kindess drew him to them. Hal turned his attention to the products that were displayed all neatly on a nearby shelf.Â
The man growled something in animalistic speak to himself as he picked up a bar of pale soap and looked it over. Warily he sniffed it. Sky said moozipan soap, didnât they? Well, it smelled like milk. He dabbed his tongue at it to tasteâ Mistake! Mistake!Â
With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Donât eat soap even if it smells good.Â
Sky put the clothes on the sink and kneeled beside the tub. They had scented soap, but Hal had said he didnât like it, and all they had was bar soap⊠Where was it?
âHey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?â Sky pointed out where it had been, âI sort of need it to clean you up.â
Hal glanced up as Sky reentered with a curious tilt of his head. Oh! Right. He dug around in the water before pulling out the bar with a flourish, splashing water messily. His nails were dug into it so that he wouldnât drop itâ which worked a bit too well as he now couldnât drop it into Skyâs open palm.
He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. âUh⊠Thank Sky?âÂ
Sky rolled up their sleeves and took the bar of soap. At this point, Sky was sure even Sherbet would have lost their mind. Patience and charity and all that.
âAlright. Letâs get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.â Sky said, carefully pouring water over Halâs head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.
The feral man grumbled but allowed it, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid getting anything in them. He entertained himself by looking over the bottles that lined the shelf. He recognized some of those words at least. He used to read a lot as a younglingâŠÂ
Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! Thereâs that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. âGift?âÂ
Sky looked mildly yucked by how gross Halâs hair was, seriously? A bug? They had to admit though, the beetle was at least nice to look at.
âFor me? Or a gift someone gave you?â Sky asked, grabbing a hairbrush to help clean Halâs hair.
âYou,â he insisted, shoving it at Sky as if to put it in their hair too. Realizing most of their hair was hidden by their mask however, he settled with putting it on top of their mask. It clung there, wriggling itâs antenne. It was still alive in thereâŠ?Â
Hal yelped as the hairbrush tugged at the deep tangles. His dull brown hair reached his lower back at this length and was a real mess. At least it was naturally on the thinner, easier to brush side. The feral manâs patience was starting to run out in typical, childish fashion. Growling inhumanly to himself, he started to take bottles off the shelves and look over them to keep himself from attacking Sky with the damned brush.Â
Sky patiently accepted the fact that now they had a beetle in their hair. Sky could likely take about any sort of non-harmful harassment like a saint, a beetle was nothing. The only sign Sky was frustrated was the twitching of their tail. Halâs hair was awful, and Sky cringed internally. How could someone let it get this bad?!
âSorry, I know this sucks. But youâve got half the forest in your hair.â Sky said, âWhen Iâm done you can get rinsed off and get clean clothes on. When was the last time you had clean clothes?â
Hal let out a whine, cringing as his hair was tugged on more. âUhâŠ. Many moons,â he replied. To his credit he blushed and sunk more into the water. âWash clothes whenever take bath.â Which was whenever it rained and he felt like standing out in it.Â
It was a wonder the feral man didnât stink more.Â
Sky sighed, feeling a little bad for Hal.
âThere. Thatâs probably as clean as Iâm gonna get you.â Sky said, putting the brush into the sink and standing, âIâve gotta rinse you off and youâll be good to go.â
Sky grabbed the shower head and turned it on, the water was cold as Sky tried to adjust it.
Hal felt⊠a little itchy. Naked almost. Well besides being mostly naked, he felt like a geckie thatâd just shed itâs skin. Very smooth. Very weird. He scratched lightly at the scars that crisscrossed his chest. âWeirdâŠâÂ
He glanced up at the sound of the tap squeaking, onto to shut his eyes tightly as cold water suddenly cascaded over him. âAUGH!â he roared as if he were struck, twisting away from the spray. He attempted to stand up, only to slip in the water and go faceplanting into the side of the tub.Â
With a defeated whine he sat there, still faceplanted into the porcelion, and just let the coldness wash over him. Today was certainly not his day.Â
âIâm sorry!â Sky helped Hal to his feet, âIâm sorry, are you alright?â
The water warmed up slightly, though not as warm as the bath was. Sky tried to quickly rinse Hal off, Sky now also wet from the slight splash and helping Hal up. Sky said some sort of curse, not unlike âJesus Christâ as they turned off the shower and grabbed Halâs towel.
âI didnât expect it to be that cold, here, dry off, looks like I have to go dry off too.â Sky said, wringing out the water from their shirt.
Hal just nodded and stood up sheepishly. He took the towel and quickly dried off as the cold got to him quickly now that he was missing quite a few layers. Man, itâd take years for him to rebuild his âprotective coatâ as one might call it (though most would call it disgusting).
He did have enough consiteration for Sky to start drying them off too with the dry parts of the towel. The beastman gave a short cough and rubbed his throat. Ugh.... so much talking was a pain.Â
Burn it to the Ground
skythegardener
Sky noticed that Halâs clothes were⊠Also quite a mess. And Sky was nearly a foot shorter and about 100lbs less muscle. Sky probably had some clothes somewhereâŠ. Maybe.
âActually, wait here.â Sky said, getting off the floor to go search for clothes, taking Halâs pile of dirty clothes with them. Seriously? How could somebody live like that? Sky felt slightly bad for the man, living in the woods with dirty clothes and never taking a good bath? Sounded like torture.
After some searching Sky found some old clothes Leafos had gave them, likely to be used as Piñata bedding. Some holes in the shirt and pants but they looked roughly Halâs size. Where did he find people with clothes the right size? Sky tossed the dirty ones into a pile Sky had accumulated of mostly their own PJs. Laundry day tomorrow it seemed.
âAlright, clean clothes. I just hope they fit.â Sky said, walking back into the bathroom.
He watched him leave, fighting back the urge to grumble about being left alone. He wasnât exactly needy and was perfectly fine being a lone wolf, but this was a new environment and Skyâs kindess drew him to them. Hal turned his attention to the products that were displayed all neatly on a nearby shelf.Â
The man growled something in animalistic speak to himself as he picked up a bar of pale soap and looked it over. Warily he sniffed it. Sky said moozipan soap, didnât they? Well, it smelled like milk. He dabbed his tongue at it to tasteâ Mistake! Mistake!Â
With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Donât eat soap even if it smells good.Â
Sky put the clothes on the sink and kneeled beside the tub. They had scented soap, but Hal had said he didnât like it, and all they had was bar soap⊠Where was it?
âHey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?â Sky pointed out where it had been, âI sort of need it to clean you up.â
Hal glanced up as Sky reentered with a curious tilt of his head. Oh! Right. He dug around in the water before pulling out the bar with a flourish, splashing water messily. His nails were dug into it so that he wouldnât drop itâ which worked a bit too well as he now couldnât drop it into Skyâs open palm.
He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. âUh⊠Thank Sky?âÂ
Sky rolled up their sleeves and took the bar of soap. At this point, Sky was sure even Sherbet would have lost their mind. Patience and charity and all that.
âAlright. Letâs get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.â Sky said, carefully pouring water over Halâs head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.
The feral man grumbled but allowed it, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid getting anything in them. He entertained himself by looking over the bottles that lined the shelf. He recognized some of those words at least. He used to read a lot as a younglingâŠÂ
Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! Thereâs that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. âGift?âÂ
Sky looked mildly yucked by how gross Halâs hair was, seriously? A bug? They had to admit though, the beetle was at least nice to look at.
âFor me? Or a gift someone gave you?â Sky asked, grabbing a hairbrush to help clean Halâs hair.
âYou,â he insisted, shoving it at Sky as if to put it in their hair too. Realizing most of their hair was hidden by their mask however, he settled with putting it on top of their mask. It clung there, wriggling itâs antenne. It was still alive in thereâŠ?Â
Hal yelped as the hairbrush tugged at the deep tangles. His dull brown hair reached his lower back at this length and was a real mess. At least it was naturally on the thinner, easier to brush side. The feral manâs patience was starting to run out in typical, childish fashion. Growling inhumanly to himself, he started to take bottles off the shelves and look over them to keep himself from attacking Sky with the damned brush.Â
Sky patiently accepted the fact that now they had a beetle in their hair. Sky could likely take about any sort of non-harmful harassment like a saint, a beetle was nothing. The only sign Sky was frustrated was the twitching of their tail. Halâs hair was awful, and Sky cringed internally. How could someone let it get this bad?!
âSorry, I know this sucks. But youâve got half the forest in your hair.â Sky said, âWhen Iâm done you can get rinsed off and get clean clothes on. When was the last time you had clean clothes?â
Hal let out a whine, cringing as his hair was tugged on more. âUhâŠ. Many moons,â he replied. To his credit he blushed and sunk more into the water. âWash clothes whenever take bath.â Which was whenever it rained and he felt like standing out in it.Â
It was a wonder the feral man didnât stink more.Â
Sky sighed, feeling a little bad for Hal.
âThere. Thatâs probably as clean as Iâm gonna get you.â Sky said, putting the brush into the sink and standing, âIâve gotta rinse you off and youâll be good to go.â
Sky grabbed the shower head and turned it on, the water was cold as Sky tried to adjust it.
Hal felt... a little itchy. Naked almost. Well besides being mostly naked, he felt like a geckie thatâd just shed itâs skin. Very smooth. Very weird. He scratched lightly at the scars that crisscrossed his chest. âWeird...âÂ
He glanced up at the sound of the tap squeaking, onto to shut his eyes tightly as cold water suddenly cascaded over him. âAUGH!â he roared as if he were struck, twisting away from the spray. He attempted to stand up, only to slip in the water and go faceplanting into the side of the tub.Â
With a defeated whine he sat there, still faceplanted into the porcelion, and just let the coldness wash over him. Today was certainly not his day.Â
Burn it to the Ground
skythegardener
Sky noticed that Halâs clothes were⊠Also quite a mess. And Sky was nearly a foot shorter and about 100lbs less muscle. Sky probably had some clothes somewhereâŠ. Maybe.
âActually, wait here.â Sky said, getting off the floor to go search for clothes, taking Halâs pile of dirty clothes with them. Seriously? How could somebody live like that? Sky felt slightly bad for the man, living in the woods with dirty clothes and never taking a good bath? Sounded like torture.
After some searching Sky found some old clothes Leafos had gave them, likely to be used as Piñata bedding. Some holes in the shirt and pants but they looked roughly Halâs size. Where did he find people with clothes the right size? Sky tossed the dirty ones into a pile Sky had accumulated of mostly their own PJs. Laundry day tomorrow it seemed.
âAlright, clean clothes. I just hope they fit.â Sky said, walking back into the bathroom.
He watched him leave, fighting back the urge to grumble about being left alone. He wasnât exactly needy and was perfectly fine being a lone wolf, but this was a new environment and Skyâs kindess drew him to them. Hal turned his attention to the products that were displayed all neatly on a nearby shelf.Â
The man growled something in animalistic speak to himself as he picked up a bar of pale soap and looked it over. Warily he sniffed it. Sky said moozipan soap, didnât they? Well, it smelled like milk. He dabbed his tongue at it to tasteâ Mistake! Mistake!Â
With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Donât eat soap even if it smells good.Â
Sky put the clothes on the sink and kneeled beside the tub. They had scented soap, but Hal had said he didnât like it, and all they had was bar soap⊠Where was it?
âHey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?â Sky pointed out where it had been, âI sort of need it to clean you up.â
Hal glanced up as Sky reentered with a curious tilt of his head. Oh! Right. He dug around in the water before pulling out the bar with a flourish, splashing water messily. His nails were dug into it so that he wouldnât drop itâ which worked a bit too well as he now couldnât drop it into Skyâs open palm.
He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. âUh⊠Thank Sky?âÂ
Sky rolled up their sleeves and took the bar of soap. At this point, Sky was sure even Sherbet would have lost their mind. Patience and charity and all that.
âAlright. Letâs get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.â Sky said, carefully pouring water over Halâs head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.
The feral man grumbled but allowed it, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid getting anything in them. He entertained himself by looking over the bottles that lined the shelf. He recognized some of those words at least. He used to read a lot as a younglingâŠÂ
Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! Thereâs that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. âGift?âÂ
Sky looked mildly yucked by how gross Halâs hair was, seriously? A bug? They had to admit though, the beetle was at least nice to look at.
âFor me? Or a gift someone gave you?â Sky asked, grabbing a hairbrush to help clean Halâs hair.
âYou,â he insisted, shoving it at Sky as if to put it in their hair too. Realizing most of their hair was hidden by their mask however, he settled with putting it on top of their mask. It clung there, wriggling itâs antenne. It was still alive in thereâŠ?Â
Hal yelped as the hairbrush tugged at the deep tangles. His dull brown hair reached his lower back at this length and was a real mess. At least it was naturally on the thinner, easier to brush side. The feral manâs patience was starting to run out in typical, childish fashion. Growling inhumanly to himself, he started to take bottles off the shelves and look over them to keep himself from attacking Sky with the damned brush.Â
Sky patiently accepted the fact that now they had a beetle in their hair. Sky could likely take about any sort of non-harmful harassment like a saint, a beetle was nothing. The only sign Sky was frustrated was the twitching of their tail. Halâs hair was awful, and Sky cringed internally. How could someone let it get this bad?!
âSorry, I know this sucks. But youâve got half the forest in your hair.â Sky said, âWhen Iâm done you can get rinsed off and get clean clothes on. When was the last time you had clean clothes?â
Hal let out a whine, cringing as his hair was tugged on more. âUh.... Many moons,â he replied. To his credit he blushed and sunk more into the water. âWash clothes whenever take bath.â Which was whenever it rained and he felt like standing out in it.Â
It was a wonder the feral man didnât stink more.Â
Burn it to the Ground
skythegardener
Sky noticed that Halâs clothes were⊠Also quite a mess. And Sky was nearly a foot shorter and about 100lbs less muscle. Sky probably had some clothes somewhereâŠ. Maybe.
âActually, wait here.â Sky said, getting off the floor to go search for clothes, taking Halâs pile of dirty clothes with them. Seriously? How could somebody live like that? Sky felt slightly bad for the man, living in the woods with dirty clothes and never taking a good bath? Sounded like torture.
After some searching Sky found some old clothes Leafos had gave them, likely to be used as Piñata bedding. Some holes in the shirt and pants but they looked roughly Halâs size. Where did he find people with clothes the right size? Sky tossed the dirty ones into a pile Sky had accumulated of mostly their own PJs. Laundry day tomorrow it seemed.
âAlright, clean clothes. I just hope they fit.â Sky said, walking back into the bathroom.
He watched him leave, fighting back the urge to grumble about being left alone. He wasnât exactly needy and was perfectly fine being a lone wolf, but this was a new environment and Skyâs kindess drew him to them. Hal turned his attention to the products that were displayed all neatly on a nearby shelf.Â
The man growled something in animalistic speak to himself as he picked up a bar of pale soap and looked it over. Warily he sniffed it. Sky said moozipan soap, didnât they? Well, it smelled like milk. He dabbed his tongue at it to tasteâ Mistake! Mistake!Â
With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Donât eat soap even if it smells good.Â
Sky put the clothes on the sink and kneeled beside the tub. They had scented soap, but Hal had said he didnât like it, and all they had was bar soap⊠Where was it?
âHey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?â Sky pointed out where it had been, âI sort of need it to clean you up.â
Hal glanced up as Sky reentered with a curious tilt of his head. Oh! Right. He dug around in the water before pulling out the bar with a flourish, splashing water messily. His nails were dug into it so that he wouldnât drop itâ which worked a bit too well as he now couldnât drop it into Skyâs open palm.
He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. âUh⊠Thank Sky?âÂ
Sky rolled up their sleeves and took the bar of soap. At this point, Sky was sure even Sherbet would have lost their mind. Patience and charity and all that.
âAlright. Letâs get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.â Sky said, carefully pouring water over Halâs head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.
The feral man grumbled but allowed it, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid getting anything in them. He entertained himself by looking over the bottles that lined the shelf. He recognized some of those words at least. He used to read a lot as a younglingâŠÂ
Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! Thereâs that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. âGift?âÂ
Sky looked mildly yucked by how gross Halâs hair was, seriously? A bug? They had to admit though, the beetle was at least nice to look at.
âFor me? Or a gift someone gave you?â Sky asked, grabbing a hairbrush to help clean Halâs hair.
âYou,â he insisted, shoving it at Sky as if to put it in their hair too. Realizing most of their hair was hidden by their mask however, he settled with putting it on top of their mask. It clung there, wriggling itâs antenne. It was still alive in there...?Â
Hal yelped as the hairbrush tugged at the deep tangles. His dull brown hair reached his lower back at this length and was a real mess. At least it was naturally on the thinner, easier to brush side. The feral manâs patience was starting to run out in typical, childish fashion. Growling inhumanly to himself, he started to take bottles off the shelves and look over them to keep himself from attacking Sky with the damned brush.Â
Burn it to the Ground
skythegardener
Sky noticed that Halâs clothes were⊠Also quite a mess. And Sky was nearly a foot shorter and about 100lbs less muscle. Sky probably had some clothes somewhereâŠ. Maybe.
âActually, wait here.â Sky said, getting off the floor to go search for clothes, taking Halâs pile of dirty clothes with them. Seriously? How could somebody live like that? Sky felt slightly bad for the man, living in the woods with dirty clothes and never taking a good bath? Sounded like torture.
After some searching Sky found some old clothes Leafos had gave them, likely to be used as Piñata bedding. Some holes in the shirt and pants but they looked roughly Halâs size. Where did he find people with clothes the right size? Sky tossed the dirty ones into a pile Sky had accumulated of mostly their own PJs. Laundry day tomorrow it seemed.
âAlright, clean clothes. I just hope they fit.â Sky said, walking back into the bathroom.
He watched him leave, fighting back the urge to grumble about being left alone. He wasnât exactly needy and was perfectly fine being a lone wolf, but this was a new environment and Skyâs kindess drew him to them. Hal turned his attention to the products that were displayed all neatly on a nearby shelf.Â
The man growled something in animalistic speak to himself as he picked up a bar of pale soap and looked it over. Warily he sniffed it. Sky said moozipan soap, didnât they? Well, it smelled like milk. He dabbed his tongue at it to tasteâ Mistake! Mistake!Â
With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Donât eat soap even if it smells good.Â
Sky put the clothes on the sink and kneeled beside the tub. They had scented soap, but Hal had said he didnât like it, and all they had was bar soap⊠Where was it?
âHey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?â Sky pointed out where it had been, âI sort of need it to clean you up.â
Hal glanced up as Sky reentered with a curious tilt of his head. Oh! Right. He dug around in the water before pulling out the bar with a flourish, splashing water messily. His nails were dug into it so that he wouldnât drop itâ which worked a bit too well as he now couldnât drop it into Skyâs open palm.
He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. âUh⊠Thank Sky?âÂ
Sky rolled up their sleeves and took the bar of soap. At this point, Sky was sure even Sherbet would have lost their mind. Patience and charity and all that.
âAlright. Letâs get the stuff out of your hair first. I could probably make a tree out of all the leaf pieces.â Sky said, carefully pouring water over Halâs head and starting to wash it, avoid the cut.
The feral man grumbled but allowed it, shutting his eyes tightly to avoid getting anything in them. He entertained himself by looking over the bottles that lined the shelf. He recognized some of those words at least. He used to read a lot as a youngling...Â
Hal glanced down as leaves, sticks, and god knows what forest litter fell into the already dirtying water. Oh hey! Thereâs that bug he lost! Hal held up the shiny, non-pinata, beetle to Sky. âGift?âÂ
Shopping for Fifteen
ofpaperandmagic
Feni gave a shrug as he was brought his food, taking a fry and offered one to Oliver and the other to Mac. âHe said he was looking for someone with fire magic, which is why he came my way. Which makes me curious, what is your magic?â He dug into the burger, eyes looking into Halâs as they talked.
Hal threw a handful of fries onto the pups which were quickly devoured and turned his attention to his burger. It was a hefty thing of beef, bacon, egg and beetroot. No salad of course. He hungrily bit into it as he listened to Feni. When was the last time I ate again?
He almost choked at the mention of fire magic. Coughing and taking a sip from his glass, he eyed Feni warily. âWell⊠Part of my magic is fire elemental. Itâs classed as volatile on my magnus licence.â he explained vaguely, âI donât use it. I donât want to rely on cheap tricks like tinkering or tool summons. I have hands to craft things!âÂ
ââoh, but itâs not to say I donât think less of you for using yourâs.â he quickly added, âI just have a personal promise not to ever use mine again.âÂ
Feni was listening intently, a soft smile spreading on his lips as the tiny ones devoured the fries, before turning to eating more, placing it down a moment later. âYou have fire too? Cool. I donât mind if you have a reason not to use your magic, itâs nice to make things with your own hands.â He didnât seem to mind the statement about it being cheep tricks, he did, however, rub his wrists absent mindedly as he finished speaking.
Hal glanced down at the gesture, eyes narrowing. Hm⊠seemed both of them had bad time with fire. Picking up his burger again, the man shrugged. âIt is interesting to learn how to craft things with your own hands. I built a crowla house recently!â
âIf only you could build yourself a house,â Arfur commented as he passed by, refilling their drinks. âItâs winter time! Donât you get cold, my boy?â The bar owner looked over at Feni, a beaming smile coming to his barrel mask. âOh? And who is this? A friend?âÂ
He returned to eating a few moments later, though due to a glove riding up, there was something on his wrist, something that looked like a brand. âThatâs amazing Hal, I may have ya come look at a buzzlegum hive, is been creaking with them flying in and out.â
He looked up at Arfur with a thankful smile for the refill, before he spoke, eyes going to Hal. âYou donât have a home?â He was worried, though the normal berating didnât follow, instead, a offer. âIf you want, you and Mac can stay with us, after all, he gets along with Oliver, and Iâd be a horrible friend if I didnât try to help.â He returned his look to the innkeeper. âI⊠Never introduced myself, did I? My name is Feni, Iâm one of the newer gardeners around here.â
Hal, naturally observant and a tad nosy, noticed the odd marking on Feniâs wrist. What was that? A magic tattoo? Hal withdrew his gaze, mentally berating himself for being nosy. It was none of his business. Feni was kind enough to poke into his personal stuff, he should offer him the same. âItâs fine,â he assured the fellow gardener, âMight take up your offer when a blizzard rolls in though.âÂ
âNever has for as long as Iâve known him!â Arfur chipped in, turning to Hal, âWhat beastie have you brought into my nice establishment today?â He pointed at the sling.Â
âSour profitamoles.â He grumbled through a mouthful of food. âFeniâs friendly,â he gestured vaguely in a poor attempt of a compliment. âNice hair?â Well it was.Â
The innkeeper just laughed and clapped Feni on the back. âWell, nice to meet you, my boy!âÂ
Feni realized it was showing a moment later, tugging the glove down to hide it once more, whatever it was, he didnât want it getting out. Though he did see the sinking look on Halâs face. âYou ok, Hal? You look rater depressed about something.â He had seen the look of it before, but would leave it at that for now. âAs for housing, I would rather you not just take the offer in case of a blizzard, I insist you come live with me, at least we can get your own house built.â He wasnât going to take no for a answer, especially to something like this. Oliver bumped his nose to Mac once the fries heâd been given where gone, his tail wagging.
âThanks for the complement, Hal, and itâs good to actually meet you, sir.â
Arfur glanced over at Hal at Feniâs words. âThat tends to be his usual expression, yes.â he commented, looking a little downcast himself. Hal just leaned back to look up at him before scowling. âThat look is also familiar.âÂ
âIâm fine,â the poacher growled, handing the remains of his burger to Mac and Oliver. âI havenât had a house in fifteen years and havenât lived in one for like six. Iâm used to sleeping outside. Iâd be claustrophobic in a house!â he insisted.Â
He avoided Feniâs sympathetic look by checking in on the babies again, fussing over how one was being sat on by two others and soothing a runt to sleep with a gentle stroke.Â
Sorry for the inactivity. Iâm sick and itâs being a pain to get on pc to post anything
Burn it to the Ground
skythegardener
Sky noticed that Halâs clothes were⊠Also quite a mess. And Sky was nearly a foot shorter and about 100lbs less muscle. Sky probably had some clothes somewhereâŠ. Maybe.
âActually, wait here.â Sky said, getting off the floor to go search for clothes, taking Halâs pile of dirty clothes with them. Seriously? How could somebody live like that? Sky felt slightly bad for the man, living in the woods with dirty clothes and never taking a good bath? Sounded like torture.
After some searching Sky found some old clothes Leafos had gave them, likely to be used as Piñata bedding. Some holes in the shirt and pants but they looked roughly Halâs size. Where did he find people with clothes the right size? Sky tossed the dirty ones into a pile Sky had accumulated of mostly their own PJs. Laundry day tomorrow it seemed.
âAlright, clean clothes. I just hope they fit.â Sky said, walking back into the bathroom.
He watched him leave, fighting back the urge to grumble about being left alone. He wasnât exactly needy and was perfectly fine being a lone wolf, but this was a new environment and Skyâs kindess drew him to them. Hal turned his attention to the products that were displayed all neatly on a nearby shelf.Â
The man growled something in animalistic speak to himself as he picked up a bar of pale soap and looked it over. Warily he sniffed it. Sky said moozipan soap, didnât they? Well, it smelled like milk. He dabbed his tongue at it to tasteâ Mistake! Mistake!Â
With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Donât eat soap even if it smells good.Â
Sky put the clothes on the sink and kneeled beside the tub. They had scented soap, but Hal had said he didnât like it, and all they had was bar soap⊠Where was it?
âHey did you like, drop the bar of soap here?â Sky pointed out where it had been, âI sort of need it to clean you up.â
Hal glanced up as Sky reentered with a curious tilt of his head. Oh! Right. He dug around in the water before pulling out the bar with a flourish, splashing water messily. His nails were dug into it so that he wouldnât drop it-- which worked a bit too well as he now couldnât drop it into Skyâs open palm.
He shook his hand a few times until the now semi-squashed bar flopped sadly into their palm. Oops. âUh... Thank Sky?âÂ
Another Ask Game
đč How does you OC act around different people and how does their personality change to match the environment theyâre in? How do they act with: friends, family, strangers, children or their lover(s)?
đ„ Does your OC prefer to take the lead or follow orders? With everyone or just with certain people? Is there a reason for this?
đ How easily is your OC embarassed? What subjects make them flush and why? What event has made your OC the most embarassed theyâve ever been?
đ Does your OC have any triggers? Why do these things trigger them? What are they like when triggered and how do they calm down after?
đ„ Are there any emotions your OC doesnât know how to deal with, doesnât understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?
đ Does your OC have any skills that people wouldnât expect them to have? Do they have a hobby or pass time that others would consider strange or weird? How did they learn this particular skill or pick up this hobby?
âïž How well does your OC take care of themself? Do they tend to put others before their own wellbeing and if so how often? What is their favourite way to pamper themself?
đ What are some of your OCâs favourites? Favourite food, colour, season, stuff like that! Give some general simple facts that tend to get overlooked!
â Does your OC like to sleep alone or do they enjoy sharing their bed? Have they been to any sleepovers? Have they ever been camping? What did they think of the experiences if so?
đ When your OC says âI had a bad dayâ what does that tend to mean? Is it really as bad as theyâre saying or are they being a bit dramatic?
đ Is your OC a good liar? How easy is it for them to tell lies? What is the biggest lie theyâve ever told and did they ever get found out? On the other hand, what is the biggest lie someone has told your OC and did they believe them?
đ How religious is your OC? Do they pray to any god(s) or do they not believe in that kind of stuff? What is their view of religion in general? Where do they believe people go when they die? If your OC is not religious why not and what do they believe in otherwise?
đ§ What is something from your OCâs past theyâre the most ashamed of and why? What is something theyâre really proud of? And lastly what is something in their past that could make them shake with dread?
đ What does your OC do on their days off from working, school or whatever else it is they may do? Do they enjoy relaxing, shopping, hanging out with friends? What is a normal day like for them?
đ What was your OC like as a baby? What were they like as a child? A teenager? An adult? How do you think theyâll develop ten years into their future? Twenty years? Will they live to old age?
đ Does your OC have any bad habits? Does your OC have any addictions like smoking or drinking? How did they fall into these habits and why?Â
đźWhat does your OC think is their best trait. What is actually their best trait? What about their flaws? Are they one to admit these flaws or do they like to pretend theyâre perfect?
đ (feel free to skip this one if you donât feel comfortable answering it for a particular OC!) What is your OC like in bed? Are they particularly sensitive or have anywhere they really like being touched? Are they loud, quiet, intense? What are their turn ons and turn offs?
đž Whatâs a sentence that would make your OCâs day better? One that would make them laugh? One that would make their day worse? Why? What words would you have to say to them to completely ruin their day?
đ· How much effort does your OC put into their looks? Do they care much about how theyâre dressed or what their hair looks like or are they not bothered? Could they be considered a snob or a slob?
đș What additions would your OC make to their body if they could? Lets say, if they donât have a tail would they want one? Wings? Horns? Do they wish they could shapeshift?
BONUS QUESTIONS:
â€ïž What inspired you to make this OC? How long have you had them? How have they changed in the time youâve been developing them?
đ§Ą What traits of your own do you see in this OC? Are they a little bit self-inserty? Donât be shy, we all put parts of ourselves into the creations we love!
đ What is your personal opinion of this OC? Do you love them or are they your trash child? Are they your baby?
đ Are you writing anything with this OC or planning on writing anything for them? Do you rp with them or are they just for fun to mess around with?
đ How important is this OC to you? Are they a character thatâs helped you through some pretty tough times or could you scrap them without feeling a thing?
đ Do you enjoy working on your OC or are they a bit of a chore? We all have that one character who is hard to develop!
đ Ramble a bit about this character!
Selkieâd RenHal ship art
Felt like drawing something romantic but humans were being a pain so we get cute seals instead
Ren @avuel
Burn it to the Ground
skythegardener
Sky noticed that Halâs clothes were⊠Also quite a mess. And Sky was nearly a foot shorter and about 100lbs less muscle. Sky probably had some clothes somewhereâŠ. Maybe.
âActually, wait here.â Sky said, getting off the floor to go search for clothes, taking Halâs pile of dirty clothes with them. Seriously? How could somebody live like that? Sky felt slightly bad for the man, living in the woods with dirty clothes and never taking a good bath? Sounded like torture.
After some searching Sky found some old clothes Leafos had gave them, likely to be used as Piñata bedding. Some holes in the shirt and pants but they looked roughly Halâs size. Where did he find people with clothes the right size? Sky tossed the dirty ones into a pile Sky had accumulated of mostly their own PJs. Laundry day tomorrow it seemed.
âAlright, clean clothes. I just hope they fit.â Sky said, walking back into the bathroom.
He watched him leave, fighting back the urge to grumble about being left alone. He wasnât exactly needy and was perfectly fine being a lone wolf, but this was a new environment and Skyâs kindess drew him to them. Hal turned his attention to the products that were displayed all neatly on a nearby shelf.Â
The man growled something in animalistic speak to himself as he picked up a bar of pale soap and looked it over. Warily he sniffed it. Sky said moozipan soap, didnât they? Well, it smelled like milk. He dabbed his tongue at it to taste-- Mistake! Mistake!Â
With a hiss he dropped it like a hot coal and it disappeared under the bubbles of the bath. Never again. Note to self: Donât eat soap even if it smells good.Â
Burn it to the Ground
skythegardener
âMore trees and bushes, got it,â Sky said with a sigh. A plethora of sour Piñata might not hurt though, added protection. Skyâs ears flattened and tail swished at the concept of only taking baths when it rained. As human on the outside they were, they were still feline through and through. Two baths, daily, at least.
âWell maybe someone needs to take a shower. I swear toâŠ.â Sky paused, ear twitching, ââŠWhoever. Iâll wash you myself if I need too.â
Sky finished up Halâs wound.
âIâll probably have to introduce you to Leo. Honestly might have to feed you guys on the edge of the garden. Either way, donât get hurt again. And if you do, come see me. Dying sucks. A lot.â Sky said, the tone of their voice seeming to imply that they had died before.
Hal narrowed his gaze at Sky. He better not be planning anything. Self consciously he sniffed at himself. He smelled fine! What was this weird gardenerâs issue? âLeo⊠big dragonâ dragon*osh*?â he stumbled over the word, eyebrows furrowing. âHerd can wait! Will protect food source from other sour and ruffians!â Seemed even the sour pinata hated those strange little guys.Â
His ears perked up at Skyâs mutter. Sky had died? âYou become paper and reform?â he questioned, believing them to also be a weird hybrid pinata like he thought he was. âWho beat you? Hal will fight!â He stood up and bristled, baring his teeth in a growl. Already in such a short time heâd grown attached to the demon. Sky had done nothing to hurt or tame him so far.Â
âLeo, yes the baby dragon. And Iâd quite like the protection.â Sky packed up the first aid kit. At the reaction to the offhand comment, Sky looked suprised for a moment, then laughed.
âNot paper. It was a really long time ago, and my fault sort of. And anyway, they wouldnât be on the island. Itâs fine, really.â Sky patted Halâs shoulder. Normally Sky wouldnât tell anyone such things, but who was Hal going to tell? A crowla?
âAnyway, you can sleep on the couch. Iâm afraid I donât expect visitors. Or you could go find your herd, but it is dark outside.â
Hal huffed. Damn⊠he was looking forward to fighting someone. He nodded, glancing around the living room again. Though he could see well enough in the dark, it was getting late and the sky didnât look too friendly. The feral man peeked outside with a frown.Â
âGonna rain,â he stated with a sniff. âThunder. Not bathtime then.â He didnât bathe in a storm, not after that time he got struck by lightning. Turning back to Sky, he tilted his head.Â
âWhere you sleep? Share⊠couch?âÂ
âStill might give you a bath myself,â Sky said to themself, unable to comprehend how someone could just not bathe. They gave a slight laugh at sharing the couch.
âNo, you get the couch to yourself. I sleep upstairs. Now I donât know what you sleep withâŠ. Blankets? Pillows?â
He growled something under his breath, sniffing at himself again. What? He just smelled like his herd and fresh grass!Â
Hal glanced at the couch then back at Sky, his scowl shifting to something more forlone. He wasnât used to sleeping alone⊠He was brought out of his anxious thoughts by the question, âBlanket⊠and Sky!â Â
A look crossed Skyâs face, âCanât sleep by yourself? Well we canât share the couch thatâs for sure.â
Sky would admit they never minded sharing a bed, even with complete strangers. Sky was also pretty certain that was how they ended up in Hell. But there was one problemâŠ
âYouâre getting a bath if we share a bed. And I mean it.â
Why not? Looked like it had enough room. He once squished in with two twixarry and their fourteen babies once in one den during winter. He was young at the time, but still!Â
His gaze snapped back to them at the mention of âbathâ. Oh no. âRrrrâŠ.â Mentally he went over it. What was worse? Sleeping alone and getting horrible nightmares? Or suffering from a bath?Â
âŠ. maybe the bath.Â
Sky grabbed a towel from the bathroom before offering it to Hal.
âC'mon itâs not the bad.â Sky gestured to the bathroom, âItâs just water and soap.â
Sky wasnât sure what made Hal so upset about baths! They were nice, relaxing even.
âC'mon. I can probably find a blow-dryer upstairs if that makes you feel better. Wet hair and all.â
Hal frowned deeply, eyebrows furrowing; so intense was his expression that his mask, even tho he wasnât wearing it, frowned along with him from where it sat on the couch. He took the towel with a great reluctance, holding it like Sky had just handed him a vemonous syrupent.Â
âSoap hurt!â he argued bluntly, giving a wild, dramatic gesture. Blow dryer?? What was that? Sounded like a torture device! âSmells bad! Too strong! Hal smells like pack and grass, soap smells like⊠stinky flowers and lemon!âÂ
âSoap doesnât hurt. Just donât get it in your eyes. And you sir smell like a wet dog. Anyway the soap I have is scentless moozipan soap, itâs all natural stuff anyway.â Sky shook their head.
âIf need be Iâll run you a bath.â Sky offered, âIâd wash you myself but I think that would get weird really fast.â
âSoap attack Hal eyes on purpose!â he insisted, giving a whine. Wet dog?! WellâŠ. that might be Mamaâs scent actually soâŠ. Reluctantly Hal gave in with a huff, hunching up his shoulders like an upset feline.Â
âPinatas wash other pinatas,â he replied simply, still believing Sky was like him (or what he believed himself to be). âGardeners wash Hal and get scared of muscles!â Or just get frightened with a 6âČ2 naked man suddenly jumps out of the bath squealing bc shampoo got in his eyes.Â
Sky sighed. Thatâs what ther life had really come to. They were going to give some strange man who attacked their garden with a herd of sours a bath.
âFine. But you keep your underwear on. Donât make this any more weird then it is.â Sky sighed and started running bathwater. Their bathroom was not particularly large and was mostly white. Sky rolled up their sleeves and then took off their mask. Despite the scar on their lip being visable, the dull ones covering their face made them look like they had gotten into a fight with some strange, large animal. As well, the scarring wasnât quite rightâŠ
The bath was warm, and Sky sat down next to the tub, âGet in. I promise I wonât get any soap in your eyes. Probably.â
Hal squinted at the brightness of the room. Man this place was whiter than the Pinarctic! He glanced over at them, eyes lighting up curiously at the look of their face. A survivor like him! Part of him wanted to ask how they got them, but what little humanity he had left scolded him for being nosy.Â
The boar man threw off the rest of his clothes recklessly, struggling to get his pants off for a moment before wriggling out. When was the last time heâd undressed actually...? Last winter maybe when heâd gotten soaking wet and to avoid freezing, a gardener had given him new clothes to change into.Â
âProbably?â he mimicked, giving him an uncertain scowl. Sighing out a huff, he reluctantly climbed in-- only to metaphorically melt into the warmth. Oh, this felt nice! If this was a bath, what the hell were those other tortures he had to go through?!Â
Burn it to the Ground
skythegardener
âMore trees and bushes, got it,â Sky said with a sigh. A plethora of sour Piñata might not hurt though, added protection. Skyâs ears flattened and tail swished at the concept of only taking baths when it rained. As human on the outside they were, they were still feline through and through. Two baths, daily, at least.
âWell maybe someone needs to take a shower. I swear toâŠ.â Sky paused, ear twitching, ââŠWhoever. Iâll wash you myself if I need too.â
Sky finished up Halâs wound.
âIâll probably have to introduce you to Leo. Honestly might have to feed you guys on the edge of the garden. Either way, donât get hurt again. And if you do, come see me. Dying sucks. A lot.â Sky said, the tone of their voice seeming to imply that they had died before.
Hal narrowed his gaze at Sky. He better not be planning anything. Self consciously he sniffed at himself. He smelled fine! What was this weird gardenerâs issue? âLeo⊠big dragonâ dragon*osh*?â he stumbled over the word, eyebrows furrowing. âHerd can wait! Will protect food source from other sour and ruffians!â Seemed even the sour pinata hated those strange little guys.Â
His ears perked up at Skyâs mutter. Sky had died? âYou become paper and reform?â he questioned, believing them to also be a weird hybrid pinata like he thought he was. âWho beat you? Hal will fight!â He stood up and bristled, baring his teeth in a growl. Already in such a short time heâd grown attached to the demon. Sky had done nothing to hurt or tame him so far.Â
âLeo, yes the baby dragon. And Iâd quite like the protection.â Sky packed up the first aid kit. At the reaction to the offhand comment, Sky looked suprised for a moment, then laughed.
âNot paper. It was a really long time ago, and my fault sort of. And anyway, they wouldnât be on the island. Itâs fine, really.â Sky patted Halâs shoulder. Normally Sky wouldnât tell anyone such things, but who was Hal going to tell? A crowla?
âAnyway, you can sleep on the couch. Iâm afraid I donât expect visitors. Or you could go find your herd, but it is dark outside.â
Hal huffed. Damn⊠he was looking forward to fighting someone. He nodded, glancing around the living room again. Though he could see well enough in the dark, it was getting late and the sky didnât look too friendly. The feral man peeked outside with a frown.Â
âGonna rain,â he stated with a sniff. âThunder. Not bathtime then.â He didnât bathe in a storm, not after that time he got struck by lightning. Turning back to Sky, he tilted his head.Â
âWhere you sleep? Share⊠couch?âÂ
âStill might give you a bath myself,â Sky said to themself, unable to comprehend how someone could just not bathe. They gave a slight laugh at sharing the couch.
âNo, you get the couch to yourself. I sleep upstairs. Now I donât know what you sleep withâŠ. Blankets? Pillows?â
He growled something under his breath, sniffing at himself again. What? He just smelled like his herd and fresh grass!Â
Hal glanced at the couch then back at Sky, his scowl shifting to something more forlone. He wasnât used to sleeping alone⊠He was brought out of his anxious thoughts by the question, âBlanket⊠and Sky!â Â
A look crossed Skyâs face, âCanât sleep by yourself? Well we canât share the couch thatâs for sure.â
Sky would admit they never minded sharing a bed, even with complete strangers. Sky was also pretty certain that was how they ended up in Hell. But there was one problemâŠ
âYouâre getting a bath if we share a bed. And I mean it.â
Why not? Looked like it had enough room. He once squished in with two twixarry and their fourteen babies once in one den during winter. He was young at the time, but still!Â
His gaze snapped back to them at the mention of âbathâ. Oh no. âRrrrâŠ.â Mentally he went over it. What was worse? Sleeping alone and getting horrible nightmares? Or suffering from a bath?Â
âŠ. maybe the bath.Â
Sky grabbed a towel from the bathroom before offering it to Hal.
âC'mon itâs not the bad.â Sky gestured to the bathroom, âItâs just water and soap.â
Sky wasnât sure what made Hal so upset about baths! They were nice, relaxing even.
âC'mon. I can probably find a blow-dryer upstairs if that makes you feel better. Wet hair and all.â
Hal frowned deeply, eyebrows furrowing; so intense was his expression that his mask, even tho he wasnât wearing it, frowned along with him from where it sat on the couch. He took the towel with a great reluctance, holding it like Sky had just handed him a vemonous syrupent.Â
âSoap hurt!â he argued bluntly, giving a wild, dramatic gesture. Blow dryer?? What was that? Sounded like a torture device! âSmells bad! Too strong! Hal smells like pack and grass, soap smells like⊠stinky flowers and lemon!âÂ
âSoap doesnât hurt. Just donât get it in your eyes. And you sir smell like a wet dog. Anyway the soap I have is scentless moozipan soap, itâs all natural stuff anyway.â Sky shook their head.
âIf need be Iâll run you a bath.â Sky offered, âIâd wash you myself but I think that would get weird really fast.â
âSoap attack Hal eyes on purpose!â he insisted, giving a whine. Wet dog?! Well.... that might be Mamaâs scent actually so.... Reluctantly Hal gave in with a huff, hunching up his shoulders like an upset feline.Â
âPinatas wash other pinatas,â he replied simply, still believing Sky was like him (or what he believed himself to be). âGardeners wash Hal and get scared of muscles!â Or just get frightened with a 6âČ2 naked man suddenly jumps out of the bath squealing bc shampoo got in his eyes.Â