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*hugs*
Querl was a bit taken aback by the sudden arms wrapping around him from behind. Pupils shrinking for a moment, and shoulders hunching... Until he noticed the familiar clothing on said arms. A small smile playing on his lips, as he gives the simple, happy greeting of "Hello, Bethany. Faring well?"
bat-tits replied to your post: She sighed softly, glancing away a bit; damn boy could read her like a book, “I-it’s nothing for you to fret about, dear.”
Beth had to smile at that, “You’re so wonderful, Querl.” She kissed his cheek and pulled away from him, “I’ve just…not been feeling at my best lately. I feel…like I’m not even what this city needs anymore.”
He didn't even give his usual flinch and retort, when he felt lipstick slightly stain his cheek. Blinking in a slightly confused manner, as she backed away from him. He quickly turned himself around to continue staring at her. Facial expression more questioning than anything.
Was Bethany going to go insane too?
The question flared in his mind, as he trotted over and pulled Bethany into a hug of his own. Lips quavering slightly. "You're the closest thing to a mother I've ever had. Feeling your best or not, you're still reflecting that. Plus, as needy as Gotham already is, aren't I here every so often? Wouldn't that make me part of the city? I need you. By the law of syllogism, the city needs you."
His voice had quickly plummeted from it's usual mechanical and stolid nature, into a shaky sounding bleat. Paranoia and sheer concern getting the best of him. "Are you going to go mad? You can't go mad. You can't be like my genetic mother. You can't leave me after all you've done. That wouldn't be fair. That wouldn't..." His murmurs and babbles grew quieter, but he clung to Bethany even tighter. What was wrong with her? Could he even help with it? He felt as if he were jumping to conclusions, but...
This was terrifying. She was acting so strangely. It didn't make sense. It should make sense, but it wasn't making sense!
She sighed softly, glancing away a bit; damn boy could read her like a book, "I-it's nothing for you to fret about, dear."
At this, Querl lowered his brow, and let his frown deepen. Now completely ignoring the embrace he was trapped in, and focusing on looking up at Beth instead. It was worrisome, to see her usually tranquil expression so... Shaken.
"You're my maternal figure. Of course whatever problems you are having, if they are affecting you as deeply as they seem to be, should be my concern as well."
*smiles weakly* How are you?
He hears the quaver in her voice, tilting his head back, and frowning at her meek expression. It was more than unusual to see Bethany like this. So, he became still, concern washing over his face. "What is bothering you?"
*hugs* Hello, darling.
Querl jumps a bit at the sudden action, finding his arms caught in between Beth's embrace. "...Greetings, Bethany." He replied, before squirming a bit, finding this to be quite an uncomfortable position to be in.
bat-tits replied to your post: Two Starks and a Cap....something sexual should be sad. I bite my tongue.
((Two Starks, One Cap. This is a porno in the making.))
[[Daddy agrees]]
Doctor, that Logan woman...was in World War II. I found her picture.
He raised an eyebrow. "How... lovely." He sighed heavily, leaning forward to pinch the bridge of his nose. "is it another case of mixed universe's? Or is she simply another abomination to science?"
