==> You let out a breath, easing into the comfort of her body. You can’t imagine any part of your stick-structure to be comforting, but her hold actually carries a softness to it. You’re both on the kitchen floor, holding each other and making plans that will inevitably fall through or break away from their intended course, but that’s something you’ve become adapt to. She says she’s thankful, she loves you, and you only have your silence to convey. Her hands are nice, always warm and thoughtful. You find it hard to recall she was about to kill you moments ago.
==> Times like this, you’d use your telepathy, but you can’t. There’s nothing else you can say to her, so you’ll stay like this as long as she wants and needs.
==>He’s so warm. It’s unnatural.
==>But you’re not about to let that stop you from petting his head and purring lightly in gratitude. He’s still that scrawny self, and where you’d pity him for it right now it’s almost just as comforting as his sunken eyes. He’s your mime, through and through. When you pull away with a kiss to his cheek after what was probably too long, but not enough time, you give a small smile.
I THINK THE SOUPS GONE COLD.
==>You search his face and keep a hand on his.
THANK YOU, KURLOZ. YOU’RE WONDERFURL.
₪—;; Oh! I hear so much about this ‘nip’ product, would you mind explaining it? It’s as if I only hear such words from lejions so I expect it to be some sort of kitten-related product. Is it just..weed? I’m afraid I don’t have much knowledge on either items unfortunately.
Though forts sound absolutely amazing.
NIP IS A WORD FUR W33D YES.
BUT IT’S ALSO QUITE LITERALLY CATNIP.
SO MEW S33, ‘NIP’ IS
IT’S OKAY IT’S JUST A SILLY LITTLE THING MEW KNOW.
THEY REALLY ARE PAWSOME! SO LOVELY H33H33
==>You couldn’t help but give a laugh.
==>Humans are so strange.
==>Interesting. But so very strange.
==> You nod, grateful that she would, but you still suspect she’ll downplay it as usual. Just like the time she obviously felt horrible and tried to tell you she didn’t need anything, and you found her on the sofa. You’d keep your focus on every little word, post, and action you could.
==> However, when she pulls you in for an embrace, you’re lost and unfamiliar. No, it should be the other way around. But you wrap your arms around her, pet her head, rub her back, and you’re there if she needs you, and you’re there if she doesn’t. You’d signed yourself off to her sweeps ago, and even through the changes, emptiness, and overwhelming feeling, you’d keep her and sacrifice others.
==>There’s no horns to worry about getting impaled in your eye, maybe you’re a tad bit grateful for that. As he gives you comfort you press a kiss into his mop of hair before working a hand through it. You keep him close. He’s different, but his heart’s the same. His words and actions, his touch and scent.
==>You’re going to quit that bad habit. Be reliable. You’ll try your best to trust him in the mean time and be there for him as he is for you. All that time you’ve thought yourself annoying, if not a bit invasive should you make a comment on anything of his. But with the way he’s got his eyes on you, how could you not return the favor? You try to whisper words of love, and thank him again. Though all the awful shit you’ve been through and put him through, you’re still there together. You’d have to make it worth it for him.
₪—;; Yes actually! Apparently a lot of folks have agreed to it as well. It’s amusing to see how many people truly enjoy a good rub down, though these days—
Events do happen to cause stress pretty fast! Everyone deserves a good massage.
MEW’RE GIVING A KITTEN A MIGHTY GOOD IDEA!!
WHAT’S BETTER THAN A MASSAGE DURING A STRESSFURL SEASON??? PURRHAPS SOME TOKING ON NIP OR BROTHER W33D.
A FORT AND A GOOD CUDDLE PUDDLE MOG
==> You pass your thumbs over her hands when she seems to have that loss of breath and quick regain. You’d been aware of it, but you remained silent because you knew it to be her choice. Secrets were fine so long as you knew about them, and you honestly wished she never learned about your own addiction. You’d blame Sodapop for that one. Forever his fucking fault. But she says she’s going to quit, and you nod.
[ Then we’ll get thee free of it. Anytime thou doth feel the mother fucking need, let me know. If I’m not beside thee when it hits hardest, please let me come. Will you do that? ]
==>But you always, always, feel that need. You have stay quite, have to stay silent. Bite though your lip if you must, but don’t make a sound. You take his hands in yours, warm and different but…Still him. You’d do what he asked, if he truly wanted that then of course.
I WILL. THANK YOU PURRLOZ. I WILL.
==>You reach a hand to cup his cheek, and move closer to pull him into your arms. He’s a broken mime, but more willing to pretend to be well for the sake of others and perhaps his own pride. You want to be a support for him too, but you’ll need to undo the damage done before expecting him to trust you with his heart again.
Hey Meu...you wanna get a drink?
Meulin I left for foreva 3e(ause I have three gru3s to take (are of at my hive. I haven’t seen anyone in foreva. I haven’t left my hive until hmm well—TONIGHT. And I don’t need anythin, I just wanted to see how my supposed ‘3est friend’ was, 3ut now i guess that friendship is dead. So I might just go 3a(k home, the kids are waitin.
NO ONE ASKED YOU TO LEAVE YOUR HIVE OR YOUR GRUBS
IDK WHERE THE HELL YOU’D EVEN BE AND HONESTLY I DON’T REALLY CARE.
TRUST ME, THIS ‘FRIENDSHIP’ HAS B33N ONE SIDED FUR A VERY VERY LONG TIME
==> You have to wonder. True your chucklevoodoos were near expert level, but perhaps he managed to leave a part of his torment in her manually. It would make sense; the powers were granted in order to keep the lower castes in line. And what better way to do that than make sure she never stopped fearing him? It disturbs you. Not because of your pity but because you’re impressed. But you don’t show it, no, you’d think about it later. She says it’s better when you’re around, and you don’t know if you believe that, but given her state, you’ll take it. No reason to lie when she’s so shaken up.
[ There’s nothing bad about a drink, but when it all and becomes thy crutch, tis a very mother fuckin’ dangerous beast. Makes thee believe thou cannot be getting through the mother fuckin’ night without. Begin wondering if that intoxicated self is better than thy natural state, and it’s all a mother fucking liar. ]
==> You brush her cheek with your thumb and take them from her face to hold her hands.
[ I wish thou hadst told me sooner when I could still be doing some mother fuckin’ thing about it, but I’ll get to figuring some shit out how to get my voodoos back. The biggest concern here that we can get addressing is thy desire for it. Do you truly wish to quit, Meulin? ]
==>You’ve been on that crutch for such a long time, how could he know. If you’d been more careful, he wouldn’t have to worry or care. But for such a long time he’d seemed to ignore your habit, you assumed it would always be like that. Of course not, and you close your eyes to bring a hand to your mouth. Because if you so much as sneezed he’d show up from the shadows with a tissue in hand, if you tripped on a step he’d pick you up.
==>His touch brings you back, and you gasp for breath because you’re lonely but you’re not. You know that you’re so much better when you’ve got a glass in your hand. Bearable, stable. You don’t drink in front of others much, what harm could it cause? No, you know what it did. That lashing out, that dependency. He’s always making valid points. If you weren’t so weak you wouldn’t have be here now. You could focus on him instead of this awful trend of making things about you. It’s awful, you want to focus on him. On the lack of emotions and the wave of them that seems to drown him.
I’M GOING TO QUIT. I’VE MADE THAT CHOICE ALREADY. THERE’S NOTHING IN A BOTTLE FUR ME ANYMORE.