Virgil is a dragon fairy, meaning that he has dragon wings, horns and sharp teeth. He turns into a dragon to sleep, because it takes less energy. When he’s in dragon form, he’s about the size of a human hand, and when he’s in fairy form, he’s 4 inches
Janus is a snake fairy, so no wings, however where his legs would be is a snake tail. All fairies turn into their animal forms to sleep for two reasons: 1) so humans don’t see them and 2) because it takes a lot less energy. Janus has scales covering the left side of his body and can often be seen in the form of a corn snake
Patton is a bluebird fairy, so his wings are large and feathery, and he can often be seen chirping good mornings to everyone and everything whilst in his animal form. He, Virgil and Janus are friends and Janus has been missing for two days.
Virgil was cold. He was very cold and very, very tired. That was why he didn’t notice what exactly he was doing when he flew into a human home, seeking warmth. To most other fae, and even to humans, it wasn’t that cold outside, however, dragons had to stay warm to survive, and it was too risky to light a fire in the forest; the ground was dry this time of the year. He curled up under the warm wall-thing (It’s a radiator, but Virgil has no clue what it is so yeah) and fell asleep.
Roman walked over to the radiator, wanting to turn it off. It was way too warm with it on, seeing as it was the middle of summer. He kneeled down, trying to turn it off, only to see a small purple thing.. Was.. Was that a dragon?
He didn’t know that dragons even existed, but here one was, just sleeping in his house. Whilst curled up, it looked to be about the size of Romans palm. Roman gently awwed and picked it up, feeling it curl up more at the movement.
Roman had an old terrarium in one of his cupboards, and Remus had left a heating lamp at his house that one time. According to myth, dragons had to be warm, otherwise they’d die, so it was a happy coincidence that he had the necessary materials.
After preparing the terrarium to look like a habitat, he gently placed the still sleeping dragon inside, and turned on the lamp to make sure the dragon wouldn’t die. Staring at the dragon, he invited Remus and Logan over to see his new pet (Remus to see how cool it was, and Logan to prove that dragons existed).
The dragon awoke, and Roman found it to be the cutest thing ever. It stood up, yawned whilst arching its back like a cat, before scanning its surroundings.
The scales on its back stood up when it saw Roman, and it looked around, before running to the inside of a log. Aww, it was nervous..
There were three precise knocks at the door, so that meant Logan had arrived, Roman checked his watch, right on time. Roman went to go answer the door, and looked at the dragons hiding spot once again
“Hi Logan! Can you guess what my new pet is? I can almost guarantee that you’ll be wrong, this time!” Roman asked, excited
Logan sighed “What is it, Roman?”
Roman grinned “A dragon!!”
“Do you mean a Komodo Dragon?”
“No, I mean an actual flying, fire-breathing dragon!”
Logan raised an eyebrow “and where are you keeping this dragon? I was under the impression that dragons were rather large?”
Roman just dragged him towards his bedroom, where the terrarium was set up. The dragon seemed to be looking around its new home, though it ran back to its log when the humans got close.
Logan couldn’t conclude that it was definitely a dragon, but from what little he had seen from the small creature, that was probably a good enough guess.
“Would I be able to get it out to get a closer look?” he asked, curiosity flooding his mind
“Sure! Just don’t let it fly away”
With that, Logan reached into the terrarium and was about to grab the dragon, when a small jet of fire narrowly missed his fingers. He hastily pulled his hand out and held it to his chest
“Well, that.. that is definitely a dragon” He chuckled nervously, adjusting his glasses
Virgil awoke to a pair of giant, distinctly human eyes staring at him. He froze, the scales on his back rising up on instinct. Scanning his surroundings, he tried to think of a way out of this situation.
It was really hard to think whilst a human was staring at him, though, and he ran into a hollow log and made sure that the human couldn’t see him.
He thought his options over in his head as the human left the room, and he paced around his glass prison. It would be better to let the human think he was a mindless animal, he thought, then he could have a better chance at escape. He briefly thought about trying to melt the glass, but that would take too long and then the human would figure out what he was doing.
Virgil mentally groaned. Why was sleep-deprived him such an idiot?! The human soon walked back in, another human following closely behind. Virgil ran back to his hiding spot, hyperventilating.
Of fucking course. A human wouldn’t keep such a ‘magical creature’ secret, there was no way that this human showed up on their own. He tried to focus on what the humans were saying, but between the glass that muffled the words and his own staggered breathing, he couldn’t puzzle anything out.
What he did notice, however, was the fact that a human hand was about to grab him. His survival instincts kicked in, and he shot fire out as a warning, purposefully missing the fingers.
The hand shot away as if burned (which it almost was, but that didn’t matter) and Virgil felt proud that he could scare something that large.
He would survive this. There was a reason he was a dragon; all dragons had great survival instincts, and a sense of protectiveness more than any other species.
His protective nature had gotten him into this mess, but his survival instincts would be the key to escape
Janus hated squirrels. He thought that this burning hatred was justified by the three semi-deep gashes down his side, though. The fight wasn’t his fault, if he was being honest, he found the acorn first, not that thieving rodent.
When he passed out, his body automatically reverted to snake form to save up on energy, and he was blissfully unaware of the human that picked him up to take him to an animal clinic. He was unaware of the vet pocking around at his wound.
When he finally woke up, he was in a large glass cage in a human house. He tried to remember how on Earth he managed to become a pet, but as he tried to slither far in thought, the three wounds on his side almost reopened and he was painfully reminded.
He remembered a squirrel managing to claw the side of his torso, so he must’ve passed out, which means he must’ve been found by a human, and now he was a pet. Luckily, his prison seemed to have been set up by someone who knew who to take care of snakes, so he likely wouldn’t die by carelessness, if that was any comfort.
He wondered how his friends were. He hoped they weren’t worrying too much, but Virgil was protective of his friends, and Patton cared too much about everyone.
He hoped Virgil didn’t get himself too worked up, that almost never led to anything good. Virgil had a tendency to not sleep if he was worried about things and, quite frankly, sleep deprived Virgil was a complete and utter idiot.
I’m Afraid, Your Cute And We’re Both Stuck; Let’s Cuddle
@surohsopsisofclouds asked for (red 11) Wings and (purple 12) Spirits from here and I took the ‘spirits’ prompt and just made it into a Haunted House/fears thing and I hope that’s alright
Warnings: Swearing, wings, collapsing structure, claustrophobia (fear of tight spaces), mentions of thalassophobia (fear of the ocean), fluffiness, my fear that Remus isn’t in character by the end of this
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Remus
Two stories tall, with dull brick walls and the occasional broken window. A stereotypical haunted house; recommended by Patton of course. If Virgil recommended one, it’d have reviews about a real ghost that made the rooms go cold and maybe a fork being thrown across the room. This place reeks of machinery and fake, money-grabbing tourism.
I glance up at the sound of wings, not fully turning towards it as I’d know my brother and best friend's wings anywhere. Roman has those huge angel wings that everyone swoons over because of their power and fluffiness; while Jan-Jan has awesome looking yellow-green scaled ones that he’s still self-conscious over since they’re often stereotyped to be with ‘evil’ people.
So now I’m surrounded by winged-ones. Patton’s Puffin wings press tightly against his back as the sound of shattering glass, that’s been happening every five minutes on the dot, while Virgil’s huge Wedge-Tail Eagle wings fluff up despite knowing that it was going to happen again. At least Roman and Janus didn’t react as much, despite it being a shock to them
“You two are being fucking pussies.”
“Language, Em! And the shattering sound is scary… I can’t help it.” Patton should have brought his life-partner with him as it’d be more fun with more people. I guess after the last haunted house that we took Emile to, he wanted to be able to actually sleep this October.
“We’ll go inside soon, Pat. Is Logan here yet?” Oh yeah, that guy that I’m supposed to be meeting. Forgot about him. Virgil and Roman made him sound so boring, but they also made Remy sound boring before I met the guy while he was dealing with caffeine withdrawal.
My foot sends a small stone flying as Virgil checks his phone; tsk-ing quietly as he starts typing. “He’s inside already. In the upstairs piano room.”
“I thought we were gonna meet him out here?” Oh my god; I’m going to die from boredom and haunt this place for real if I stand out here any longer. So I grab my jacket from the ground, throw it on and quickly slip between the fence bars instead of grabbing a ticket. No one’s watching anyway.
“I don’t care! I’m going in- Bye!”
“Remus! Wait up!”
Happily ignoring Roman, I slip in through an unlocked side door and fight the distant sound of doors slamming by letting my stomping echo through the house as I head upstairs. This place sucks at scares if they’re resulting in slamming doors, but I can probably piss off some employees if I can find one of their hidey holes. And finding this ‘Logan’ and messing with him would be a nice bonus.
Taking a glance into each room -and ignoring the bad jump scares of fake ghosts played by underpaid, teenage actors- I finally find the piano room Virgil mentioned with someone standing at the far end, by the window. Despite the poor lighting, I can tell that he’s wearing a dark blue polo shirt and that his dark hair has been attempted to be slicked back. Perfect posture, hands held behind his back, shoulders tense; I may even be seeing a pair of those fancy black shoes that a lot of the richer kids in the area have.
I shake my head as I step into the room, followed by an eerie creak in the floorboards. The guy spins around and I manage to see dark eyes behind some glasses before my legs suddenly give way.
One second I see those dark eyes, then the next I’m on the floor with sore arms and a heaviness on my back. A muffled voice, sounding close but layered beneath some kind of fog, gives me the energy to push myself off my stomach and onto my knees before I’m suddenly feeling exhausted.
Those eyes are in front of me again, but this time are a whole lot closer and also no longer as difficult to see that they’re a dark blue; as if the lighting has changed. With a quick glance around, I realise that it has. Because now there’s a broken piano, some splintered wooden pillars, a floodlight that looks like it’s been forgotten about, the walls showing their insides, and a giant fucking hole in the ceiling.
“What the hell...” This guy better have some answers- there’s no way that I should have fallen through the floor. But he looks just as roughed up as me, with some sawdust and a black feather in his now unkempt hair and his tie -who wears a tie to a haunted house?- is hanging around his neck. His huge, ruffled, pitch-black wings of some corvid don’t look injured at least.
He… didn’t have wings a moment ago.
The guy must have noticed me staring at them, as he motions behind me wordlessly as he stands and brushes himself off. Something twinges in my gut as I turn slightly, only to find myself looking at the dusty wings of a hummingbird. They’re small and rather thin looking, but covered in blues and greens and a few hints of red. They flutter as I try out the new limbs, tearing another part of my shirt in the process. But who cares? I just grew two new limbs.
I’m pulled to my feet, my vision spinning slightly and a tightness in my chest makes it a little harder to breathe. My eyes drift back to the guy in front of me who seems like he’s not as stupefied as I am at what the hell just happened. “Uh… There’s a feather in your hair.”
His eyes widen as he reaches up and runs his fingers through his hair, catching the feather along the way and taking a second to pocket it before nodding slightly. “Thank you.” I hear him taking in a sharp inhale as his wings twitch as they try to stay off the dirty floor. There’s no point as they’re covered in dust and dirt already, but he seems stubborn enough to keep trying. “As unexpected and strange as this encounter was, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Logan Crow.”
“Oh! You’re that guy I’m supposed to be meeting- Wait, your last name is ‘Crow’?” I point at the black masses on his back. “And you have those wings?” His brows dip in slightly; just enough that he looks kind of cute. I wonder what all of his other expressions look like...
“Purely coincidental. And you must be Remus Aurelian-”
Something grinds together, echoing the sounds of wood against metal and of a highly taught string snapping from the pressure. Logan’s wings move so that the joint sits higher than his head, ready to fly him away from danger; if only he actually knew how to fly.
I swallow with a dry mouth as I finally realise how small of a room that we find ourselves in. Not that the small amount of space is an issue. Nor that the room seems to be also empty, besides the useless, broken piano. “We should probably leave.”
“Agreed.” The door to the room is just a maintenance one; small enough to not draw attention to it the other side, while large enough to push through wood or something to fix these pillars. They obviously haven’t done so in a while...
It’s rusted hinges squeak with resistance until one of the screws pops out of place as I manage to push it open. But as I attempt to crawl through, a stab of pain flows up my back and shoulders as my new limbs hit the top of the door frame. I try again, wincing this time as I attempt to squeeze through until I’m dragged back inside by the leg.
“I can’t fit through that! Are you fucking kidding me?”
“If you can’t, I surely can’t either.” Even with my tiny-ass wings that may or may not be able to carry me in the future -something to worry about another time- we’re stuck in here unless we suddenly figure out how to fly. In this small room, with not even a window in it. Just four walls that seem to have gotten closer than the last time I had paid attention to them. “I’ll text message the others, see if they can get the operators of the house to help us.”
Standing up doesn’t help the irregular waves of nausea that continue to hit me, but it’s better than how hard it is to breathe when I’m sitting. “But that’s going to take ages!” Except now it’s both hard to breathe, and I feel like I’m going to throw up. And I feel light headed. And my legs don’t want to hold me up anymore. A deep growl escapes my throat as I kick the stump of the closest broken pillar, making a few extra chunks fly off of it. “Why the hell did they make half of these rooms so damn tiny!?”
I kick it again until a hand sits firmly on my shoulder. It’s weird that I already feel so much for this guy, as anyone else would get an elbow to the ribs for touching me while this nausea keeps attacking me. I move away instead, huffing a bit while also taking in a few deeper breaths. “Are… Remus, do you happen to be claustrophobic?”
“What? Fuck no.” I can almost see Janus raising his eyebrow at me; always somehow knowing when I’m lying. It’s just some stupid fear that everyone thinks that I got over years ago. I can last until someone comes to grab us. Maybe sitting down will help...
“I know that we have only just met, but I will ask if you need comforting right now. And before you say that you don’t need it; you are shaking.” The nausea fades into chills and a heavy stone in my gut as I look at my hands as the ground gets a little closer. I close my eyes, hoping that I can just imagine that I’m outside or in a huge cathedral with furniture and lots of room to run around. My hands aren’t shaking; they can’t be shaking. If Roman or Patton or Virgil- anyone knew that I would turn into this wreck just because I’m in a tiny space, I’d never hear the end of it. Being afraid isn’t… It’s not me.
A comforting warmth makes me jump, sliding me off of my pins-and-needles-filled legs. Something slides in behind me, with one hand on my waist and the other helping my wings fold before I’m pulled into a chest. Logan’s chest. When the hell did he wrap his wings around me?
“I’m not great at this…”
“It’s cool.” I go to say ‘me either’, but instead decide to relax into him. My chest still hurts and it's still harder to breathe then what I’d like.
“You were crying.”
“I didn’t notice.” Well fuck. What a great first impression this has been. He doesn’t sound judgemental, and he has his wings around me, so he mustn’t think too badly of me. Probably...
“Are you alright?”
I shake my head, sighing as he adjusts the both of us for a few seconds before he finally seems comfortable. “Don’t tell anyone that this happened. They uh, don’t know.” All of my usual drivel and weird flirts are weirdly vacant from my head. It’s weird since that’s the usual, but it’s not bad. I don’t think I’ve felt this comfortable since I was a kid. “The claustrophobia thing, I mean.”
“Ah. Of course. Your secret’s safe with me.”
Logan seems shy; that’ll be fun to fuck with later. A distant scream from the haunted house brings his arm further around me, and I definitely get a smug smirk because I know that Roman didn’t get cuddles for weeks after meeting Janus. Logan may be a little awkward but holy shit, I already love this.
It's too quiet though; I can hear how bad my breathing is and it’s making me way too self conscious. “I’m gonna eat a full squid in front of Roman to cheer myself up after this.” He stifles his laugh too. Oh, he really is a shy one! And he doesn’t get grossed out easily from the sounds of it.
“They do have three hearts that could be used to help you scare him, but I’m unsure if they are also edible. It may depend on the species.” He hesitates for a moment, moving his head to look down at me, judging by how he’s moving. Roman did say that he was a nerd, but not about stuff that’s actually cool. “I do know that they use two for their gills while the third sends blood to the rest of the body.”
He stops again, this time tensing up the shoulder that I’m using as a pillow. With a huff, I reach up to pat his face before closing my eyes; getting comfortable enough to try and forget where we are. “Keep goin’, you’re nice to listen to. Got that sexy teacher voice thing going on.”
I’m exhausted, but manage a chuckle after his sputters for a moment. He starts talking once more as the hand that’s wrapped around me lightly tapping a rhythm against my side.
“Oh, uhm, alright. I myself am afraid of the ocean, as we have mapped far more of Mars then it and it confirms that over ninety percent of the world is in the dark, but it is rather fascinating to know that ninety-five percent of life on Earth comes from our Ocean’s-” I get to listen to Logan talk endlessly about cool facts, wrapped in his large wings, while being comforted about some silly fear as we sit inside of a partially collapsed room? I think I could get used to stuff like this.
Random demon Patton I drew ages ago. I think @a-lexicon-of-words and I had some sort of story to go along with the drawing, but I can't remember it, oops
Remus was quite confused. So, his pet snake turned into a weird half snake half human thing, demanding a description of Roman’s pet dragon. And now the snake was crying after he was told the colour blood that the dragon had.
He really didn’t understand. Perhaps that was just what dragon blood looked like? He looked down at the tiny snake person, and sighed
“What’s your name?” He asked softly, trying not to think about all the things that he could do to them. Intrusive thoughts were not fun
“Janus..” The snake -Janus- sniffled
“Okay, Janus would you be able to explain what’s happening?”
He looked up with teary eyes.
“The only dragons that live anywhere near here are dragon fairies, and the only one stupid enough to get captured is my friend whilst he’s sleep deprived.. Your description just proved that, and torn wings are fatal, most of the time.. Dragon blood, and all fairy blood, is meant to be gold unless they’re near death, in which case it- it’s black”
Remus blinked, that somehow made sense whilst giving him so many more questions
“Dragon fairy?” He blurted out, before realising how insensitive that must sound; this guy just found out his friend was so close to death that their blood changed colour
“There- there are different types of fairies. Each one matches an animal, and has features from that animal whilst in fairy form.. There are butterfly fairies, snake fairies, quite a few bird fairies, I’ve seen spider fairies and things like that. My friend, Virgil, is-or maybe was-” he sobbed “a dragon fairy. If he dies it’s all my fault”
Remus’ heart ached, watching the fairy cry, but then the last statement gave him a question
“how would it be your fault?”
“If I hadn’t picked a fight with that squirrel, i wouldn’t have passed out, so you wouldn’t’ve found me, which means I wouldn’t’ve gone missing, which means he wouldn’t’ve spent all night looking for me, which means he wouldn’t’ve gotten captured, so my best friend might be dead because I decided that I wanted to fight a squirrel. I’m a selfish person, and someone might die because of it” Tears were falling freely
Remus stared, before another question came to mind “Why is a torn wing fatal?”
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Logan didn’t understand why the bird creature was upset. He had made sure that everything he did wasn’t necessarily harmful to it and he made sure that it knew that it wouldn’t die, so why was it acting sad all the time?
At least the crying was now silent, so he didn’t have to go through the effort of throwing a sheet over the cage every two seconds. He still did that sometimes, though, especially when someone would go to his house. Roman in particular was always bothering him about what was under the sheet.
“What weird thing do you have under the sheet, Microsoft nerd?”
“A science experiment” He would always answer curtly, not willing to tell anyone what he was doing.
Why didn’t he want to tell anyone though? Perhaps, deep down, Logan knew that what he was doing was cruel, but he wasn’t willing to dig that far down.
He ruled it out to not wanting anyone to take the credit for his discovery before he could learn everything about it. He never got the credit he deserved, after all
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Patton hated the dark even more than he used to. Now, the dark was just an almost painful reminder of his predicament. He learned not to make too much sound, to avoid more darkness. The human always got annoyed if he was to make sound, or move too much, so Patton gave up on begging and pleading.
He wasn’t getting out of this, so what was the point? He would still cry, but he forced himself not to make sound. Darkness was how this torture started, and he didn’t want to be reminded of that.
The science human, or, as Patton learned, Logan, would sometimes have other humans in his house and the fairy was forced back into darkness, only being able to hear certain things.
Every time Logan would call him an experiment, Patton would choke back a sob. That- that was what he was now, wasn’t it? Just the human’s new experiment, nothing more than a small source of amusement for him.
Hopefully, Virgil and Janus were alright, even if Patton was not.
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Logan’s testing wasn’t getting him anywhere. The blood wasn’t able to get a clear reading, since it was gold and glittery, and, other than circulating the creatures body, it wasn’t very blood-like.
The creature always squirmed when he tried tests, so he often had to give it anesthesia so it wouldn’t mess up the testing, but honestly, the testing was messing itself up.
Something that Logan found interesting however, was that the creature seemed to always sleep in bird form. Perhaps it used this as an evolutionary tactic of camouflage? If its species had avoided detection for this long, that seemed the most likely.
Ah, Logan thought, this creature had to belong to a species, perhaps he would get better results on a different specimen. Maybe one that didn’t cry as much? The human found the constant display of emotions to be rather annoying, and would’ve assumed it a child if not for the adult physique it had in both bird and semi-human form.
Logan probably would’ve disposed of it if it wasn’t the only discovered specimen of the species. He often covered the cage with a sheet, not wanting to deal with the creature and its crying and pleading, it was rather annoying when he wanted to do things.
Maybe, he should’ve felt guilt when the tiny bird creature stared at him with wide teary eyes, but he didn’t. There was nothing wrong with what he was doing after all.
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Virgil floated in and out of consciousness, always in pain. Sometimes he would hear panicked mumbling, and he would feel confused. What was going on? Who was panicking? Why couldn’t he open his eyes?
“-fuck fuck fuck, you’re- you’re gonna be fine Vulcan- fuck- I’m sorry- you’ll be fine- you have to be-”
Why did he recognise that voice? Who was Vulcan? Why was the person apologising?
He felt something touch his wing and a jolt of pain coursed through his body. He tried to move away from the touch but all he could do was twitch slightly, though that was met with a relieved sigh somewhere above him. He could feel something wet around him. Was he in water? He couldn’t swim.
Where were Virgil’s friends? He needed comfort to get him through the pain and the confusion
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Roman was panicking. His dragon was near death, according to all myths he researched. It was bleeding black, dragons were supposed to bleed gold. Bleeding black was a symptom of dying, and Vulcans blood was black as could be. He was mumbling panicky words, trying to calm himself down and figure out what to do
He gently held the wing, starting to bandage it, when Vulcan twitched. He sighed in relief. The dragon wasn’t dead yet.
He bandaged quicker, effectively stopping the bloodfall. There was still a lot of blood surrounding the dragon, however. He moved on to the scales, and placed Vulcan next to a fire. Apparently, heat from a fire was an essential part of dragons healing process. He prayed to every god he knew that the fire would help, and that Vulcan wouldn’t die.
He texted Remus a brief summary of what had happened and waited impatiently for the dragon to wake up.
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Janus was laying down on a rock in his terrarium, when Remus’ phone went off.
“Oh no.. Roman’s pet dragons hurt..” Janus paid the talking no mind, Roman probably had one of those lizard dragon things, but his attention was snapped up when Remus continued
“Poor thing’s got a torn wing..”
Lizard-dragons definitely did not have wings. The only dragons in the area were the dragon fairies, and the only one out of them who would ever be stupid enough to get caught was- a sleep deprived Virgil.
Janus shifted into his fairy form, uncaring of how it hurt his scratches and how Remus stared in shock. Personal safety didn’t matter if Virgil had an injury like that. Torn wings were fatal, and Virgil was way too careful to get one off of his own accord so that meant that Roman must’ve done something.
“What does this dragon look like?!” he asked, scared for his friends safety
Remus blinked, surprised “I-what??”
Janus just spoke again “Please-please just describe him” He didn’t know whether his tears spawned from anger or panic, but in that moment he couldn’t care less.
“okay.. um, mostly black with some purple scales I guess? Black scales under the eyes? Can you please explain what the fuck is going on? Normally I love chaos, but this is going too far” Remus fidgeted with his hands and stared at the snake fairy
Janus thought that knowing if Virgil was safe would make him feel better about his own situation, but now that he knew the answer was that the dragon wasn’t safe, all he could feel was the growing pit of dread in his stomach.
“..do you know what colour the blood is?” he asked, unmoving, staring at his hands
“based on the picture, I’d say black?”
Janus sobbed, much to the human’s confusion.
This was all Janus’ fault.
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