*You find yourself eager to bring the glass to mouth, barely sparing as much as a sniff before taking in a long sip of the liquid within... you already know it’ll taste good in your soul, don’t you?
Sure enough, it’s a pleasantly familiar flavor that you immediately recognize; butterscotch. It brings an amused smile to your face as you drink, thinking of how it and Kris’s would make a full pie flavor together. You silently consider the thought of them...
... though, also reminiscent of Kris’s tea, there’s something that ends up making your brows furrow that you notice more the longer you sip. There isn’t an odd aftertaste that you can’t place, as you remember of Kris’s , but rather... a lack of one. It’s perplexing, that you’d feel odd about the taste of butterscotch on it’s own... you’ve had it before plenty, and it’s never bothered you before.
And yet still, the sense of lacking continues to grow the more of it you take in, the more you drink the more you feel is missing.
Inevitably, you pull the glass away.
It wasn’t bad, it really wasn’t, just...
*... an uncomfortable reminder.
+70 HP
*Dess drank Azzy’s tea!
*There isn’t an ounce of hesitation to be found in you as you swipe the glass; one second it was offered, and the next, you’re draining the cup; grinning around it as your red eyes stared right up at him.
Really, it’s... tough, placing a specific flavor on what you were drinking. It was... a lot of things, all at once.
It was that cotton candy you shared at the festival, ripping pieces off as you made your way about the place, clearing out every baseball tossing game you could of the best prizes. Did Azzy still have his half of the giant plushes from that night, you wonder?
You know you still did.
Then, it was buttered popcorn, the kind you remembered picking out of his fluffy fur after he’d jump watching one of your favorite horror movies... you really shouldn’t have let him keep holding the bowl after the first time, but did you? Hell no. The mess was hilarious.
And then after that, it was something extra familiar- butterscotch cinnamon, like one of those pies his mom would make... the kind you’d often steal, and split among your little gang of miscreants.
It was all these things and more as you drank, and while you’d mixing think that all together in a cup would even make you retch, you can’t stop drinking it. You won’t stop drinking it.
In no time at all, the glass of everlasting friendship is emptied.
You letting out a hearty exhale as you set the cup down.
“Jeez. You think that guy’d sell this by the gallon?”
*You say it with a laugh, playing it off as jokingly rhetorical... though, mentally jotting down a note to swing by here again.
@hypergoner said: he reaches out to dess, simply brushing the bangs out of her face & sweeping them to the side. Eventually his hand slides down to caress the side of her face. He’s just staring , a little mesmerized. There’s a big dumb smile on his when he looks at her.
There's a light huff of mock annoyance at him meddling with her hair, a hand instinctively reaching up grab his wrist and pull it away; only for the movement stop short as his hand slipped down on it's own, warm paw pads gracing over her face, the soft touch giving her mind pause. It's only then that she looks up at him, really looks, and surprised crimson meets mesmerized amber.
She's silent for a moment, locked staring back at him... but, inevitably, the harsh girl softens, eyes going half-lidded as she nuzzled into his touch; her hand that had been poised to rip his away instead resting gently atop of it. A purr can't help but escape from her, in that instant.
When was the last time she'd felt so comfortable, so safe, enough to simply melt into someone’s touch? She couldn’t even remember.
And yet, even without memory, she knew she missed it.
“... I love you, too, Az.”
Words come out quiet, half-dazed as she looked back up at him. He didn’t need to say it, his dorky smile spoke loud enough.
@hypergoner whispered: He’s going to give them a comforting hug. “Is everything alright , kris ?”
》 kris isn’t a fan of open affection. being restrained in any way, even in a hug, makes them uncomfortable. not for any reason they can define. maybe it’s an extension of feeling so uncomfortable in their own skin. even if sometimes, they want to be embraced. but for kris, they have to be the one to initiate the hug. except...
》 except for with asriel. there were times when asriel hugging them was the only thing that kept them together. asriel was always their best friend. the one person they knew loved and cared for them without conditions. even if mom and dad loved them, they always worried... they would end up doing something so messed up that they would question it. question why they brought this disgusting human into their family... into their lives.
》 but not asriel. asriel was there through the nightmares. the self-destruction that came from some ancient curse in their soul they couldn’t explain. when they were lonely... asriel was there. he knew how ugly they were, and he stayed. no matter what, asriel was their brother. kris knew it. their lifeline. their first friend. the only person they trust with everything in them.
》 so of course, he noticed kris coming apart. even though they hid under their dark hair and their face remained mostly still. there was the smallest tug of a frown. the way their fists clenched at their sides. they were slipping into their mind, and suddenly there was a warmth that felt comforting. asriel...
》 they hug him back, fingers digging into the back of his shirt and clinging to the fabric for dear life. despite the swirling storm of thoughts inside their skull, their heart started to feel warmer. monsters... humans... their birth parents... none of it mattered. asriel was their family. and sometimes, all kris really needed was someone to reach out to them and believe in them.
“AZZY, I TOLD YOU, YOU ARE TOO FUCKING BIG FOR TH-” Too late, her pleas silenced as she’s tackled to the ground by a giant & enthusiastically affectionate boss monster.
She is consumed by the fluff.
Never to be seen again.
