Collectors
@traxma from {here}
His brow twitched towards her wording. Where he had named them being the only true fact in her claim, Deacon cleared his throat. “Nein, I don’t collect zhem.” the male shifted his eyes towards the ceiling and gave a shrug. “I happen to keep zhem as mein family, give zhem a good, stress-free und safe environment to live in.” His tail flickered side to side. “Zhere names?” the male arched a brow. “Vell zhere is Luzher (Luther) und Charles, und.. velll zhere are many, many more.”
Golden gems watched her intently. “Rocks? nein zhats just stupid.” he smirked at the thought. Ever biased he will be.
“A stress-free environment? What do bugs have to be stressed about? Just stay out of some housewife’s kitchen or a kid’s bedroom and you’re set,” well, she did figure being near the bottom of the food chain could cause some stress in a bug. Did bugs get anxiety? How do you medicate an insect? “Are Luther and Charles a couple?” It was an off-handed attempt at a joke. Not that it would matter, the life choices of insects, but stories were always more interesting than just names.
“And collecting rocks is not stupid,” not that she did it, but the new Editor liked to talk about it, “Do you know our entire world’s history can be found in the rocks? When you collect rocks you’re collecting the world’s life. And if you get a geode or something? You get a shiny pretty inside. Don’t knock the pretty rocks.”
