“If you ever run into me in the wild, we’ll hug it out.” -As the only line in that ask meme that Selves could even say to Mothmum, and, if you want the crackiest crackship to ever ship, “Next time we make love, can you refer to me as 'Your sweet cake-y treasure?' " because rofl HOW X'D
“If you ever run into me in the wild, we’ll hug it out.”
Mothmum had a few friends around the Underground that she felt she could blatantly and openly be herself with. Making new ones was a rare thing, and often caught her by surprise, leaving her starry-eyed and wondrous for days, prone to rambling about and praising them endlessly on the UnderNet. Of course, none of those friends, or ANY friends, had ever been a...rock? She’d thought she’d heard something, someone talking as she’d walked along, and gone to take a peek out of curiosity. I mean, she thought she’d heard something like ‘...we make love...sweet cake-y treasure...’ but really, who’d say something as odd as THAT?
Apparently a rock. Or well, something that looked like a rock had said something that sounded sort of like that. So Mothmum had come snooping, found herself eye-to-eye...? Eye-to-moss with the monster. It had...apparently faced her, and then...
“If you ever run into me in the wild, we’ll hug it out.”
She’d blinked, flummoxed at the monster’s comment, and shrugged. “Uhm, isn’t this the wild?” She half lifted one pair of her arms, miming a hugging motion. This was so strange and bemusing that the normally timid moth flat out forgot to be shy.