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How would Hen react if somebody tried to like.. bash Velvet cuz Velvet wasn’t around? Like, totally digging into him and pointing out everything imperfection
~Dumb curious Anon
"WELL, DEAR VISITOR, IT! JUST SO HAPPENS THAT MY BROTHER IS NOT. CURRENTLY PRESENT FOR SAID VELVET BASHING. SO, PLEASE. DEAR. VISITOR. BE. MY. GUEST. WE WILL SEE WHO GETS BASHED."
[Text : Unknown Number] Karen? See, told you I’m a fucking secret agent! Number tracking’s pretty great huh? @gliitterjiizz
... if you pronounce mushorror as it’s spelled, it doesn’t sound like mush-horror. It sounds like muh shore-er
"heh, so it a-piers. heh heh heh."
"DO NOT ENCOURAGE MY. BROTHER'S GASTLY PUNS! PLEASE!"
*smooches velvet and runs away*
Velvet's skull deepens in color with a look of surprise before he settles with a grumpy scowl. "'member to wash yo face. 'm nasty." He grumbles, flustered.
Mushroom risotto is my favorite, especially if it’s from you two
"MUSHROOM RISOTO IS A HOUSE! FAVORITE! COME, COME! SIT DOWN AND I WILL GET YOU A PLATE!" Hen ushers to follow to the couch so he may fetch the food. Little Lady waddles at his feet.
Velvet has already made his way to said couch and sunk into the battered cushions. "hey, donno if yo can even eat all transparent-like, but yo can slip me yo food if yo can't. don't wanna waste it."
*slides in* *offers cake slice* I’m celebrating you today and wanted to share this. It was made by a very ‘affectionate’ version of..you?
Velvet stares at the slice of cake that appeared from beneath the tattered sheet in shock and intense hunger. He covered his mouth with his sleeve to keep from drooling. What in the frick, the machine let food through?!
Without a word he picked up the plate of cake and took a shortcut inside before another monster saw the delicious gift.
"hey, bro. yo make the mushie buisness look like a *piece of cake*. *layer* me impressed." Velvet grins widely as he walks into the kitchen as casually as he could be when he was holding the tastiest, most coveted treat in the entire underground!
"WHY BROTHER, OF COURSE! I AM THE GR-I SMELL SUGAR?" Hen stopped mid chop and craned his neck to look behind him. "IS THAT? WHERE DID-? THAT WAS A PUN? HOW??"
"feh, 'ere yo go, bro. yo *dessert* it." Velvet's grin grows at the look of Hen's face, a mix of utter excitement, confusion and disgust.
"OF COURSE, WE SHALL SHARE SUCH! A DETECT, DELECTABLE TREAT!" Hen accepted the plate with shrill glee, and carefully portioned it out between them.
Velvet returned to the couch as Hen would take a while trying to split the cake perfectly.
"hey, donno what yo celebratin' fer, but tell other me thanks. hen needed this." Velvet grunts lightly, his grin softer.
Velvet sat on the counter with a mound of inedible mushrooms discarded in a corner of the home lab. He was worn out and exhausted. It felt like it took forever to find the old research notes and longer to clean up the machine. The machine's larger mushies that were sticking out where harvested, and outer paneling was mostly set back in place. He left the mushies growing inside among the more delicate circuitry alone for now.
He squinted at the fistful of old research notes. "this thin' better brin' more food," He grunted and wiped a bit of drool on his sleeve. "that cake slice got me cravin'."
The machine's display screen glowed dimly.
[MushorrorTale] [Inquiries] [Submissions] [Residents] [Summery]
Velvet's grin tightened at what his home was set as default. A quick review of the notes and a fiddled with the old keyboard, and the settings were changed. Velvet's grinned widened as the machine whirled to life with it's new Hub names.The machine was ready.
[mushferbrains] [ask a bunch of shittake] [gimme food shank yo very mush] [local folks] [history lesson]
Velvet, you're a good brother.
Velvet sits on the tattered couch next to his brother who is taking the smallest bites of his half of cake. Velvet hadn't started his portion yet. He grins lightly as he watches Hen savor each and every bite.
"not as good as my bro, look at him. so cool, so good. makes cake taste sour by comparison." Velvet grunts, leaning against the arm of the chair with his cheek rested on his palm.
"YOU HAVEN'T! EVEN EATEN YOUR SLICE! BROTHER! IT IS SWEET! NOT SOUR!" Hen trilled, his legs bouncing up and down in delight. "VERY SWEET, AND! TASTY!"
