#anonekomata

[shattereddetermination]

Amethyst Calm: How do they usually sleep, in what position? Do they like plenty of pillows, blankets and/or plush toys?

((Neither Beliad nor Ayla need sleep any longer.

Ayla has in her home ‘bed’ tho - or rather pile of pillows and blankets. A soft, comfortable nest to chill and rest. She would like to have some plushies (for now have one), but it’s not a want she would voice, being taught it’s stupid and childish. Used to she would sleep curled up on side.))

[shattereddetermination]

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“Why can’t you talk? Where does greyfaces come from?  Was losing your anonimity affected you in some way? Do you have some crazy powers that can affect people around you like other anons? Like you know, changing their species or behaviour. Are you not afraid of us? Of Bel? You tried to hug them once.”

[coldsoulgoodsoul]

There is a cooler with a couple of cinnabunnies near Winter's bed. There is also a few hesitant and gentle pats. Shouldn't move so fast right away. So the kitty offers silent reassuring pats, making sure Winter wasn't alone.

Winter keeps sobbing, but she accepts the pats. She keeps her little hands on her face to cover her bandages and scar; it hurt to touch it, but it comforted her that she could hide it for the moment, especially when she was injured like this. She leans into the pats a little bit for the comfort of knowing that someone was there for at the moment. She doesn’t notice the cooler nearby at the moment, but it is best to take it easy for now.

“N-nnn...”

Winter sniffles before wiping the tears off of her cheeks with one of the hands which is not covering her injury; her face was a reddish color now, and a few freckles showed up lightly against her skin. She turned toward the catlike anonymous person and proceeded to speak in a wavery voice.

“C-can... c-can I-I-I have... h-have a h-hug?”

[griminsnowdin-blog]

@anonekomata​ Continued from here.

There’s a huff, similar to the noises a dog would make, but she seemed... content with the hug. Even if at first it was obvious there was tension, but it quickly disappeared when it came to the soundless ‘purr’ of sorts. It had oddly added to comforting her. 

Once the other moved back, and started scribbling on the notepad again, Grim waited patiently. Ears perked forward, showing her full attention was being given for the moment. What she read, only caused the fox to sigh.

“Yeah, yeah. I know, but they sure seem set on pressing the wrong buttons, at times... but, uh. Thanks, Anon.”

At the sight of the box, however, Grim’s eyebrows rose. That was unexpected, but she’ll go ahead and carefully take it from the other’s grasp either way. Only for her tail to wag gently behind her, when seeing that it contained not just food, but a sugary treat of sorts.

“Ah - thank you, but you didn’t have to do that. The hug was more than helpful.”

[griminsnowdin-blog]

[ The kitty tilts her head as she looks at Grimmy, before holding up her notepad ] < May this kitty give you a hug? > [ It was important to ask permission first, but she thought that Grimmy might like one. Maybe a gentle cool-down hug. ]

The anons weren’t exactly on her good side as of late, but when seeing this one show up, it was enough of a change that put a halt to her usual lukewarm greeting.

If anything, she seemed a bit more curious towards this one’s appearance, and when seeing the notepad as well, the fox couldn’t really do much else besides tilt her head to one side. 

Then give a little nod, after a moment to consider.

“Sure, Anon. Since you asked so nicely.”

[coldsoulgoodsoul]

[ The kitty's nose is scrunched from smelling blood, and she bites her lip in concern. She leans in to place one hand on Winter, and her eyes widen. Too warm. She looks around frantically. Shouldn't move the human. Moving might cause more damage. What could she do? She dumps her satchel of pen, notebook, signs and ink and runs through the cavern walls, doing the one thing she can do - going to Snowdin, stuffing her satchel full of snow, running back, dumping it on Winter, and repeating that ]

The cat’s hand could have probably gotten some blood on it as she touched her – it was a good decision to not move the child, as she was at the danger point of her HP. The child doesn’t move at all, excluding her shallow breaths. The child gets colder as the snow is dumped on her, and it stops the melting for this moment. Good job, Ano.

It doesn’t seem to be stopping the excessive bleeding, though.

[shattereddetermination]

[ Treasure Chest Opened! Inside is… a sleeping kitty. Why is Ano sleeping in a box? Wait, 'cat' and 'box'… Suddenly it doesn't seem so farfetched anymore. ]

“Eheheh!“

[Ayla scratched Ano behind the ear.]

[thewanderingamalgamate]

[ The kitty tilts her head as she examines the garment, silently standing beside Wander. She writes in her notebook before holding it up. ] < This kitty doesn't think that a patching will do it. Some panels look too worn out, threadbare, might need replacing proper, and this kitty doesn't think she'd like that. >

-Oh I really REALLY hope it doesn’t need to be replaced!-

-Promised kissan that I’d get this ragged thing patched up and if its a task beyond the skills of an ordinary seamster, then damn it all, I’ll find an extraordinary one!-