(Small thing I wanted to do and explore ambers mentality a bit, and to practice overall. More under the cut) @the-schizotypal-cryptid
"How do you do that ?"
Amber stopped spraying the garden hose to roses, the question irking her to aim for the ground, pointer still over the nozel. Cracking and creaking filled the air as she twisted her head over to Scottie spot on the veranda table.
"Pardon ?"
"That," they pointed at her elongated neck. "With your neck, doesn'tit hurt to do that ?"
Creaks and breaks sounded as Amber looked around to her neck, starting to watch as her lower half take the hose back to its hold and turn it off.
She hummed.
"Not really, wouldn't be able to tell if something actually was wrong to be honest."
"Whadda you mean ?"
The neck slinked slowly back to its original position to between her shoulders, Amber went up the porch steps. Claws slightly going against the wood grain.
"Well you know how when you get hurt theres pain ? Not to sure why but, just never get the responce of 'oof ouch pull away' or 'dont do that again'."
Scottie nudged over a coffee up.
"Weird, you don't seem to have any scars..."
"Part of the mutations I guess, I heal immediately - well that and the whole touch thing, I can feel stuff -"
"Just no reaction ?"
Amber shrugged, pink hair falling and rising with the movement. Horns glinting in the sunlight.
"Suppose so."
Scottie picked his own mug up, watched the liquid swirl for a second before he sipped with a hum.
"Thanks for the coffee."
"Mhm..."
They set it back on the table, started to drum their fingers.
"Can I...ask you something a little weird ?"
"Sure I don't mind."
Amber clutched her cup gently, while the biggest Scottie had it still ended up to small for her hands. Purring could be heard as she tasted how sweet her coffee was, her tail thumping could also be heard.
"Well, I don't know if it really matters but," Scottie gulped down a hard swallow. "I've been sort of curious about it and, well, when would your birthday be ?"
"....what ?"
"Your birthday. Like how old are you gonna be soon ?"
Amber fell silent, staring off.
She hadn't thought about how old she is for a long time...when was it anyway ?
Amber combed a hand through her hair. Last time she could remember a cam being for her was in the summer months....wonder which one.
How old was she back then ?
7 ?
10 ?
Well she definitely was ten when she fell, but that was back in 1846.
"...Don't think I know actually."
"What ? How do you not know your birthday ?"
"Just haven't celebrated it for so long, never felt compelled to. After while," Amber gave a pointed look over to her smaller friend.
"You just forget when you got introduced."
"Well...would you like one anyway ?"
Before Scottie could get a proper answer, the back door slammed open.
"The best boys are back from the spotlight and we would like something to eat, please ~!"
Scottie chuckled.
"Leftovers in the fridge !"
In turn a yell of 'thank you' rang form the house. Millions of stomping prompted them both rise from their chairs.
"Welp, I got some big men to chat up ~."
"Let Demon know I'm up for a tussle if he doesn't give himself another food coma."
Amber gave Scottie a lift, a tight hug, and a small nuzzle.
"I'm gonna go sleep for a bit," the former started towardsthe woods; out to her underground home.
"Give me a shouting you need anything."
"....I could just...Mark you a cake sometime, doesn't have to be a party or anything big."
She kicked up some dirt, pushed a small rock to its side.
Amber does like cake....
"I'll uh...I'll think a about it. Thanks."
With a curt nod from Scottie...and the sound of something being screamed at, the two parted.
Having a birthday cake after so long would be so nice, getting to blow out some candles would be comforting too.
Maybe acknowledging how much time as passed since Amber died and came back wouldn't be so bad.
