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substance abuse to forget while he's locked in the tower. cases ensue. he tries to not let this spill into his work, but the studio has been putting out a bit more hickink content than normal lately... his boss slips him a few things to try to cure him, which sometimes works, sometimes worsens. the assistants are trying to monitor his intake habits before someone hits him (or them) about it.
most of the time, he's so out of it he doesn't even register his diaphragm's protesting. sometimes, though, when he's laying in bed alone at night, thinking too much...he wishes whiskers was there to hold him. maybe then it'd stop and he could breathe less shakily.
I put the blame for this firmly on @elacular-kink's shoulders.
I just can't quit this damn digital world!
CW:
fast hiccups
inconvenient hiccups
a speedo
body horror
gore??? is glitter gore? he's fine though
self-reflection
the cute queer couple that flirts
K!nger dad
R@gatha mom
P0mni sister
friendship
Sooooft body
Vulnerability
trouble speaking through hiccups
"Bran! I am so sorry!" R@gatha was saying as P0mni pulled on his left hand with a grunt.
Bran's dripping deflated rubbery body squidged on the floor behind the tiny jester as they all emerged from the portal. A slug-trail of glitter sparkled in Bran and P0mni's wake.
"Whaaat? Noooo, Raggy, I'm fiiine. That was fuuun!" he drawled as he lazily flopped his right arm around him, it gaining very little purchase into an actual gesticulated direction.
"New rule!" Caine called as he floated behind the trio from the game, "No shooting Bran out of a canon!!"
The rest of the C!rcus looked up from a couple of books and a sketch book on the couches.
"Weeeee," Bran burbled. His eyes went crescent and his painted beard parted in a loopy grin.
K!nger took off a pair of readers he'd manifested that he didn't really need (but made him feel a bit more like himself) and affected a thoughtful frown (as much as his face would allow).
"I feel like perhaps that rule should extend to all of us?" he proffered.
Caine tilted his head before snapping his fingers to reconstitute the squishy bear-ball Bran was to its correct form.
"GOOD POINT!" he projected enthusiastically. "Canons, in hindsight, are not an efficient form of transportation!"
"Thank you for that public service announcement," Z0oble droned with sarcasm as they folded the book on their torso. "You good, sparkles?"
Bran looked up at the warmly delivered nickname and nodded. It was very odd being reconstituted. It was a little disorienting, to be honest. But he didn't ultimately hate it enough not to chance it when agreeing to a game. He was never a gamer, per se, in life in a human body. But, for some reason, it was way more entertaining to do as a character who couldn't actually become irreparably injured.
"Yep!" he exclaimed. He flexed his form a couple of times, bouncing a little without leaving the floor. "That was fun!"
"Heh...really?" the rag doll said as she sat down heavily on the couch next to K!nger.
"Yeah! I mean, I think I always kind of wanted to fly? I felt weightless until...well..."
"Splat?" P0mni offered.
"Mmm, harsh but accurate. But a guy like me doesn't get to feel weightless too much. I liked that part!" He patted his roundness jovially.
"Hmm," K!nger made a motion to scratch a chin that wasn't there in thought. "I suppose we could create some sort of outer space environment without gravity."
"Or we could just go to the beach..." Pomni offered with a smile.
Bran's eyes enlarged dramatically.
"Huh, we actually haven't done that in a while," Z0oble said.
"I could definitely use some relaxation after that game," said R@gatha.
Caine gasped, "Oh wow! I DON'T THINK I HAVE A BATHING SUIT! What to wear..."
With that it was decided that it was time for a beach day. But before they left G@ngle showed Bran her drawing.
"What do you think?" she said with poorly hidden mischeif.
Bran looked down at a very well-drawn picture of himself on the floor, deflated, with his sparkling innards in a puddle around him, and a goofy face with a hand raised in a thumbs up.
"Aww," he said with a smile. "You really caught my best side, sweetie!" He booped her mask gently.
The ribbon girl giggled with a blush.
---
Bran could float! That was only the second most amusing thing that had occurred so far. The swimsuit he was given was a speedo and no top. In life, Bran would've never worn a speedo. In this digital life, it was so amusing a concept that he fully enjoyed the ridiculousness of it.
As he floated wearing a pair of sunglasses in the middle of the water like a large pool inflatable, light refracting from his glittery insides to sparkle in the water around him, P0mni swam up.
"Hey," she said. "Can I hold on to your arm?"
"Mmhm," he replied lazily as he smiled at her beneath the dark purple lenses of his glasses.
"Cool. Uh. Thanks for being such a trooper in the game today! It didn't exactly go as planned." She chuckled nervously.
Bran shrugged, "I think it went pretty well, actually! There is some...hm...allure in knowing you can't really be hurt to see how far you can push it, y'know?"
"Hm. Yeah. I guess I never thought of it that way." She squinted toward above his shoulder then. "What's that?"
There was a raised concentration of glitter embedded in his rubber skin in curved lines on each side of the upper section of his body.
"Oh! Yeah, those are where my top surgery scars were in my human body. Weird they transferred over, huh?" he said conversationally.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean...of course they are..."
"P0mni, it's okay! I'm totally comfortable with my body and the story it tells. I'm not upset. Kinda glad they followed me, honestly. The glitter is a little excessive, but I guess my...'mind file' was just as extra as my personality, huh?" he said.
The jester giggled. "Seems we're all a little extra."
"Interesting people are," he confirmed.
"Canon ball!" A set of teeth in a striped swimsuit from the 1920's yelled.
"Triggered?" Bran exclaimed before a huge wave of water was created by the enthusiastic AI dispersing way more water than his digital form should physical be able to cause.
Bran and P0mni were violently swept to the beach shore. The purple bear felt his innards sloshing violently amongst the wave before landing roughly and the jester was flown deeply into his cushy form, agitating his innards all the more.
"Oof!" he called out but held the small woman on so she didn't rebound onto the beach.
"Woah! Oh!" P0mni looked at him sheepishly. "Thanks!"
"No proble-HU'UP!" Bran covered his mouth with a sparkling hand. "Oop! HUGGULP!"
P0mni made a noise of surprise as she was jostled dramatically on his bouncing body until he let go of her so she could disembark.
"You okay?" she asked.
"HYULGK! Yeah sorry!" he replied quickly. Each hiccup bounced him a little on the sand before he rolled himself up.
The ringmaster seemed oblivious to the cacophony he'd caused as he did a backstroke in a lazy circle.
"No big deal," P0mni was saying as Bran continued to hiccup. "It was a soft landing at least!"
Bran meant about the hiccups, but he found himself uncharacteristically bashful regarding them. Usually, Bran enjoyed having hiccups around others, but he preferred strangers. It was a lot more intimidating to repeatedly have hiccups with people who he'd been forming real meaningful friendships with.
"I'm HYULP! at least g-HUGGUP! good for that!" he tried to say quickly between the bounding of his body.
"You got them but good this time, sparkles!" he heard Z0oble say.
The mishmash of shapes and colors was under an umbrella next to their red ribbon girlfriend.
"Aww," said the red ribbon girlfriend.
"Heh-HUGGULP! part of m-HYEEGULP! my charm!" Bran suppressed a hiccup and his body rebounded with such drama he thought he would fall over. The glitter snapped into a swirl and bubbles tornadoed.
"HIGurp! Oh! Scuse m-IGGUP! me!" he said as he patted bellow his neck, his body jiggling in another round hiccup.
"Very charming," G@ngle said. She was picking up on her partner's sarcasm, though it was delivered much sweeter.
Bran found himself chuckling.
"Hey! What's this!" Caine was holding up a small string of yellow in examination.
"Isn't that your swimsuit?" R@gatha asked Bran.
Bran's head shot down to his body, it completely naked of any clothing, and back up to the AI holding his speedo in deep curiosity and he started laughing. This set his poor spasming body in overdrive.
"Is it a hat?" the teeth wondered and Z0oble suddenly ripped off their sunglasses and ran for the water.
"Do not put that on your head!" they demanded as if reprimanding a child.
Bran meanwhile was hiccuping like mad still next to P0mni, stretched out on a beach recliner, it jolting with every movement. The jester was catching her breath from laughing and sighed before turning toward him.
"HIGGULP!-GULP!-ULP!-HYUP!-HUGGAH!-HYULP!-HULP!" Bran performed like a large squishy clock with a soggy second hand. His body crested roundly with every hiccup. The area below his neck and over his scars suctioned it simultaneously.
Pops of rubber stretching and snapping back along with the slaps of water in his body buckling and sloshing coincided as well. It was all very dramatic, but Bran was anything but concerned or uncomfortable despite the visual appearance of it.
"Ooh. Is there anything I can do to help?" the pale girl asked him with sympathy and concern.
"I-HIGGULGK!-don't th-HIGG'P!-so, b-HUGGUP!-ut thanks," he struggled to respond.
The hiccups felt amazing, but he wasn't in any desperation to satiate himself. With the soda machine in his room, he'd been able to get his needs met enough to not feel too aroused with these unexpected cases.
"Oh," P0mni said, a bit disappointed.
Bran knew how important it was to the woman to be able to offer some service to everyone. It wasn't necessarily a desire to fix people, though a less balanced version of the tendency might manifest that way, including overextending herself into harm or being taken advantage of, eaten alive by a self-driven expectation to fix people resentful or ungrateful for her compassion.
"May-HEEGUP!-be you HU'ULGK! could di-HIGGURGK!-stract HYULP! me?" he offered.
P0mni brightened a little at that.
And so, she spoke to Bran, aware he wasn't able to really answer except to nod. Her soft voice shared more not only about the life in the C!rcus but also little glimpses into her life before becoming a digital character. The artist turned water-filled rubber bear was honored by the frankness and trust she put in him.
He was also appreciative of how everyone else was still doing their own thing around the pool. After Z0oble grappled Bran's speedo away from Caine and offered it up to Bran (which he shook his head to), they threw it in the deceptively deep waters of the beach pool where it belonged. They were now relaxing back with G@ngle.
R@gatha was having a lively conversation with K!nger and the aforementioned gummy toothman in where the chess piece was doing a lot of good-natured chuckling and the other seemed constantly lost as he'd manifested a crescent moon shaped floaty to sit on.
Bran admired how the two were patient with Caine in explaining the cultural significance of their jokes leading to an uproaring burst of laughter sporadically from his toothy face.
"He's grown a lot," P0mni suddenly said, distracted too by the loud guffaws.
"Wh-HUGGUP!-uh, who has?" Bran asked. He was finally getting to a limit with his hiccups and was ready to be free of the constant jiggling and inability to speak.
"Caine," she said, nodding to the AI.
"Ah-HYULP!"
"He got...well...he was always a little scary. But when K!nger thought he deleted him for good, right before, he was terrifying!" she said.
"What cha-HNG'UH!-changed?" he asked.
"I dunno. He was in the void." Bran had a loose understanding of the void. She continued, "I don't think he ever wanted to hurt us. He just didn't understand what to do. No one ever told him, y'know? He was just...doing what he thought he should do without any care to actually ask the people it was affecting."
"Sound li-IGGULP!-like a lot HYUGGUP! of politici--URGK!-ugh, politicians honest-ULNGK!-honestly." His hiccups were finally slowing, but the snapping of his body from the partially suppressed one was enough to be uncomfortable.
"Heh." She hummed. "Repressed man-child?"
"Hm, I've me-HYEEULP!-met too man-HEEP!"
"That sounds like a story!" P0mni seemed excited to hear the tea.
"Maybe H'YULP! after the-HMP'UP!-these go aw-HALP!-away!"
"Deal," P0mni said.
"Ugh!" Bran said as he dramatically threw his head back hiccuping twice in a row, plap plap of his body. "I th-HYULP! think I'll go rest th-HIGGUP! these away. Thanks fo-HER'GUP! the conv-HERG'L-sation, P0mn-HEEG!"
"Sure, Bran. If you need anything..." She smiled sweetly.
"I wi-ILP!-will."
---
Bran laid in his bed as his hiccups continued to slow. He meditated on his situation with a seriousness to his proclivities he hadn't allowed himself to consider before.
Would anyone ever find out about why he got the hiccups so frequently? Surely Caine was privy to at least a fraction of the reason judging by some of the knowing looks he'd received. But did he know the full story? Did he know that Bran was aroused by his hiccups? By all hiccups?
Would there be a time when someone would have to know? Or would find out? Or was he overthinking the importance?
The hiccups finally stopped. Even though he didn't need to breathe, he did it anyway and watched the reflection of glitter from inside his body on the ceiling above him, like his own planetarium.
He went over to work on his manifestations; sculptures made from his mind on pedestals. Large-bellied forms without limbs. Mugs and vessels. A face he once was.
|| CONTENT WARNING ||
Day prompt based on a Fandom
Artificial Intelligence Hiccups
Hints of teasing
Presence of an obnoxious character
Implications of internal panic
Mentions of frustration
The vibrant corridors were at a dim cast of light than the usually well-lit glow that the jester took note of. They have just woken up from a nap. Well, it is more so of deep pondering about their new life and recent events being in a virtual world and with an excruciatingly mad host that is keeping the said "world" meaning new home together. Can life throw any more curveballs whilst its at it?
The jester rubbed their eyes, making their way to the center of the tent they reside in for "forever" it seems like. Until they were unexpectedly teleported to a different area in the tent.
"Gah! Wuh…?" It left them in a slight woozy state. A hand on their head as they process what had happened.
"What just-," then, their words got cut off, when they heard a sudden yell out of nowhere near them.
"OH-****!" The triangle-shaped head hissed sharply at their fall, a frustrated look in their eyes. They turn to see the jester who was confused and felt the need to be concerned and question about what had happened to the both of them.
"What's going on exactly?" The jester asked with concern, their back slouched a bit and eyes seeking for an answer.
The triangle-shaped head slowly stood upright and spoke in a low and annoyed tone after a grunt, "Apparently, HE'S what's going on." they pointed over from afar.
They looked over to the host floating near the stage with a few of the other individuals, seemingly trying to talk about something while also hiding from him. The jester then noticed the host twitched in a jolt action, making the map glitch a bit out of place. Something is going on, alright.
Once the host was gone in a cloud, the jester and triangle-shaped head made their way to the others. A raggedy plush waved over to them, immediately greeting and checking them making sure they are not affected harshly from a current problem at hand.
"Hey, you two! Oh, I'm glad that you're alright." The raggedy plush spoke to the triangle-shaped head with a mellow, heartfelt tone of concern in their voice.
The jester then shot a question, "Has something happened?" They felt the need to ask.
The raggedy plush and a king piece looked at each other, before the place rumbled a quick second, leaving the group in a state of shock but no panic, or perhaps there is, internal-wise. The raggedy plush decided on explaining.
"Well, it's just a minor inconvenience. Don't worry though, he'll be able to fix it as soon as possible. I hope." By he, they mean the host. "But just so you know, do be careful whenever you're around him."
The raggedy plush ended with an advice. It left the jester curious to ask more.
"Why do you say that?" The jester spoke until shifting their head to another voice from the group.
"Because, you will be subject to a different kind of fun." With a sly, shut grin, an obnoxious rabbit stood with their arms crossed.
"Not helping!" The raggedy plush shook their head in disapproval to their reply.
The jester raised a brow before turning their attention to the triangle-shaped head. "He just have a case of the hiccups, technologically-speaking."
"What?" The jester plainly questioned in confusion and curiosity. But mostly confusion.
How does that work and make any sense exactly? And how did it all started? If one were to incorporate artificial intelligence having a case, it would involve something in their system unit like a malfunction in their coding or a foreign anonymity might have breached and entered into their functions.
"He's a bit aware of it, given that the whole tent is affected, not to mention, it might also not end well for us." The raggedy plush told the jester.
"Yeah, like how they were teleported out of nowhere earlier." The obnoxious rabbit spoke and emphasized, a thumb pointing over to the triangle-shaped head who gave a pissed off look at them.
"Wait until it's your turn!" They scowled back at the rabbit.
What has been given resorts to being similar to the natural involuntary action a human normally experience. If an artificial intelligent were to have it, it may or may not differ and stray away from that of a human body.
Precaution is taken in all seriousness for this matter. The jester figured that when the host hitched, it affects the place to change and individuals to teleport to some place different.
But that is only one result, possible there may be more, and the jester along with the others do not want to know half of it.
"As long as we keep our distance from him, I think we'll be okay." The raggedy plush tried to offer some reassurance to them all.
Suddenly, the tent shook side to side, a quick change of the place made the group hide anywhere that is safe, not wanting to deal with this nonsense.
The jester slightly hyperventilated as they hid, a hand on their chest to calm themselves down. Most of them, then, checked the place with hesitation once the shaking subsided.
"Is everyone alright?" The raggedy plush asked, the others nodding and showing themselves.
"Are you good over there?" Then they asked the king piece who gave a thumbs up in return.
Until another rumble shook the tent. The items and blocks floated shifting in places.
One of the items affected was the king piece's pillow fortress, which they took notice immediately and screamed, "AAH!" concerned for their safe pillow igloo that has disappeared.
Another rumble rose, it made the place shake and shift randomly. That case of his sure is active. Unfortunately, it teleported Ribbons and Triangle-shaped head to the stage rather than the floor.
"Oh my goodness!" The raggedy plush called out to them, checking and making sure if they were fine.
"We're okay…" Ribbons spoke with a wince at their fall.
The obnoxious rabbit chuckled. "That fall was comical, Ribbons! Do it again." Their grin grew in amusement. How could they find humor to that mishap?
With the third wave though, the obnoxious rabbit fell in a black hole that opened underneath them, sending them to fall on top of a floating block. They grunted, face planted on the cube. The two who were at the stage watched it happened, looking at each other.
"Eh, serves them right." The triangle-shaped head commented with no regret.
"Guh! When will this be over?" The obnoxious rabbit spoke in frustration and attitude as they sat on the edge of the floating block with their arms crossed, not happy about this inconvenience.
"We'll just have to wait!" The raggedy plush replied in return, ignoring the murmuring of irritation from the rabbit.
A few more of the earthquakes and changing of the map, it was in a rapid succession. The group figured that it must be quite a stubborn case the host has. They were all completely done with this. The group just want it to be over already. And if that thought was going to happen sooner than later, the host just had to add up to the internal panic and longing of rest as he made his presence known with the group after a long while. In a rushed and iconic host tone, they spoke with the accompanied sounds of the case that is somewhat similar to a human's sounds.
"Hello! my HUCK!-lucky stars-" The host exclaimed with glee.
They all called him out of his name in unison. Then the rabbit spoke. Their voice echoed faintly from above, still stuck on the same floating block.
"Uuugh! No luck with that? Could you please hurry it up! I've been up here for ages!" The rabbit dragged their groan, complaining as they looked down at the host.
"My-my, you should've called me!" The host snapped their fingers to return the way things are back to normal.
But they let out another hitch again, snapping their fingers once more. It happened again and again, until is was a quick cycle.
They all called out to the host again, making him stop in his tracks as he realized his distracted-self. He spoke. "Oh, my bad! HIRK!-RR'Rrr!" It comes out in a fuzzy static.
The tent shook with intensity, glitching a bit, now that the one with the case was at close proximity.
"UH! Do you have something to tell us?! The raggedy plush called out as they hid behind a couch.
The host looked at them. Not them thinking about it, floating mid-air for a few moments on why they were there instead of managing to resolve his case.
The host's eyes shifted to walled, a bright tone on their voice as they held their finger up.
"Ah-ha! Yes, of course. Now I remember why I'm here!" He said with a delightful tone. They all looked at him, anticipating provision of some good news about this matter.
"I still have them." The host said in a defeated and nonchalant tone, back slouching and hands fall to the side.
The group groaned in unison at the end, thinking that this particular episode is accompanied with a case and its about to go crazy or rather, it had already been crazy. It will be quite a long day as the group hid and scattered. This adventure was uncalled for.
shoutout to stacky for finding it !!!!!!!!!!! i had checked kal's blog already but the censoring made the search harder and i gave up because i am just a stupid
yk how i hc demon froggy's to sound like he's croaking
what do we think of d!gital froggy's sounding like that cuz idk actually
fuckass purple bnuuy is squeaky ofc, that's the rule that's the goal now
what abt everyone else in there 🤔🤔
i still need that older fic one of y'all did who did that i remember i reblogged it in surprise that y'all were writing hicfics about the tooth man but y'all know i have way too many reblogs to sift through 😭
finale airs publicly today so im yappin now but under the cut just in case
after seein it wednesday, uh, im not yet back in the headspace to rly think about that fuckass purple bunny in a horny way
however
some of yall were the ones who introduced me to the concept of estrogen affecting the diaphragm in such ways...so perhaps i won't be the only one thinking about it
the following doodle by goos/w/rx except instead of "better at gambling" it's "more prone to hiccups"
Are you ready for some fucking K//ng3r digitum DRAWINGS YALL?
hunger first.
stuffed under cut (since i don’t usually post stuffing like this and i feel weird about it im scared. i’m only into stuffing with very certain characters and k//ng3r is a new one of them im scared)
Even though this is usually more associated with burps (and I do like it in that context too), the phrase "excuse me again" really does something for me. Still trying to be polite even though it's happened enough that it's starting to feel redundant. Possibly the dawning realization that you're not gonna win this one and you're in for something longer term.
Hand on chest, other hand floating up, unsure whether to cover her mouth or not, face flushed, waiting in anticipation...yeah. That's really good shit.
finale airs publicly today so im yappin now but under the cut just in case
after seein it wednesday, uh, im not yet back in the headspace to rly think about that fuckass purple bunny in a horny way
however
some of yall were the ones who introduced me to the concept of estrogen affecting the diaphragm in such ways...so perhaps i won't be the only one thinking about it
the following doodle by goos/w/rx except instead of "better at gambling" it's "more prone to hiccups"
tw: hunger fetish. That’s it, that’s all. Every character is hungry, every character is kinky, everyone is consenting and also Jax is nicer because I said so. Enjoy.
(takes place sometime after episode four I think? Is that the one where they work in the burger house? I forgot the English word, but they work at a burger house)
Caine was bored. Everyone was bored. Nobody liked his adventures and it was driving him crazy. But…if he were to make an adventure more suited to everyone’s tastes, maybe they’d appreciate it-even give him some real feedback!
but he couldn’t ask them about it in person, no…if he were to design the perfect adventure it had to be a surprise.
so, he did the only logical thing he could: sneak into Gangle’s room while she was gone and look at her drawings for inspiration. It was clear he had neglected her in terms of adventures, and knew she’d be delighted if the adventures were based off whatever she drew!
he opened the door to her room. It was dark, save for the rows and rows of drawings in the walls, and they were all boring, terrible material for adventure. Anime, more anime, explicit figurines, more anime, then he saw it- a chest next to gangles bed, with gangles neat handwriting written at the top-
‘private drawings. Do not open!’
“it’s gonna be mpreg..” Bubble said matter-ofactly.
“No it’s no- LEAPING LINGUISTICS, what is this?!” Caine gasped, staring at one of the drawings…of him. With his shirt off. And a bunch of squiggly line surrounding his stomach. In the drawing, he looked….desperate? No-hungry! He remembered hunger, but he felt it was too inconvenient for the circus.
he fished through more drawings. More members of the circus, all looking hungry, all in various poses.
“I see….now I’ve got it!” Caine said with a snap.
“gangle misses feeling human! What’s the most human thing you can experience? HUNGER!”
“yum.” Bubble responded.
“you keep an eye on everyone. I have some work to do.” Caine said, already floating off to his office.
…………………………………………….
“ok. A little to the left.” Gangle said softly as she scribbled away on her notepad. Jax shifted his pose slightly with an annoyed groan.
“this is stupid, I want to take a nap.” He grumbled, but stayed put.
“just two more minutes. I promise.” She replied.
“COWABUNGA COWARDS!” Caine poofed into the room in a booming voice.
with a quick snap, everyone was teleported to the common area in their designated couches.
“boy oh boy oh boy, do I have an adventure for you!” He said gleefully.
“this adventure is called…Human suffering!”
“human what?!” Jax said in disgust.
“I was doing some research…and I discovered the most wonderfully human phenomenon! Hunger!”
gangle paused their drawing and looked up suddenly.
“I’ve decided that for a few weeks everyone who votes yes will be given a stomach. I’ve fully mastered how they growl, contort, and signal for food! Allow me to demonstrate!”
Caine snapped his fingers. For a moment, it was silent. Then…..
*grrrrrrrrrrre*
“so! Who’s in?”
a voting bar appeared, and much to Caine’s surprise….everyone clicked yes. Even zoo le, much to his delight.
“so, when do we get food?” Jax asked, rubbing his hands together.
“oh, you don’t. Not until the adventure is over.” Caine replied, rubbing how now roaring stomach.
“but I did add some cool features you can mess around with!” He handed each person a tablet-like object resembling a video game customization menu, then poofed a chair into existence and laid down, his stomach still roaring.
pomni picked up the menu while pressing a hand to her grumbling abdomen.
“intensity, realism, exaggeration, pitch, volume-“
*GROOOOOOWWWWWL* pomni turned around to see kinger staring cluelessly at his own menu.
“Huh. I think I left the garbage disposal on.” He mumbled, wandering away aimlessly before anyone could help him. Pomni turned to see zooble and gangle in the corner, gangle visibly blushing. Then Ragatha and Jax, who were sitting on the couch staring at their own menus.
she decided to approach gangle and Zooble.
“oh, hey pomni.” Zooble said, but his attention was on gangle’s middle as they stared intently at the ribbons.
“hey, what’s going on?” She asked. Zooble pointed a multi-colored finger at gangles middle.
“we’re looking at how our stomachs react to hunger. It’s kinda different for everyone, kinda like holding our breath.” Pomni turned to look at Gangle’s ribbons, which were tying and untying themselves in a not.
“it’s really, um, cool. And detailed.” Gangle said sheepishly, visibly blushing.
“what about you, pomni?” Gangle asked, trying to get the attention off her.
“oh! I didn’t actually look. One sec-“ she turned the hunger up on her menu, then looked down at her stomach.
*guuuurgggleeeee* a faint ripple rose up and over her stomach visibly.
“nice.” Zooble replied.
the three approached the rest of the group once more, not knowing the pleasure that awaited them for this adventure.
