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 Posted: Wed Jul 29, 2015 7:31 am
There, he's back, white as a sheet. Oh no, that really was a sheet. A towel draped over his head, with barely the energy to bother holding it in his hands instead of as a Halloween costume. But there were less sniffles, and his voice had steadied somewhat back to a more normal consistency.
"... No." Oops, hang on. The warbled sob that snuck through his throat, he's got to lock that up better. Hold on a bit of silence, there, now continue. ".... Perhaps it would be better to say, not anymore." Even if five other eyes somehow survived, there would be just that tiny little spark of hope. The emptiness that took its place currently was probably due to the lack of it, or perhaps it was the crushing despair that the tin can had been so hell-bent on inflicting on him.
Yet somehow the rage that was there mere moments before had already settled back down into a serene, icy layer of tears. Wiping away the frozen crystals that were beginning to gather on his face again, he looked up at Amarante with an apologetic stare. "... If at any point that incoming danger is too much for you to handle, please remember what you've promised." No chiding, just a plain statement. "And if it's the diagnostician, you have every right to sock him on the head." Still a plain statement, no matter how much it could sound like a joke.
"But enough with the depressing things." Ah, here comes the cold practicality again. Back to normal already? "What else is there that needs to be done?" Maybe he should just break that nasty willpower-fueled stubbornness and go to sleep. But with his eyelid propped open with the premise of mourning, that probably was not going to happen. Not for a while. Oh, he was holding a towel, wasn't he? "Laundry! Yes. Here, I'll...." Staring at a lady with water on white? Nah, soared over his head. "I'll put the wet things in the sterilizer."
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 7:08 am
So cute, but looking so worn out! Taking the towel from the 'ghost' she took the time to gingerly blot at him some first before making herself and the floor a little less damp. And for once she appreciated his tendency to overlook subtle and accidental fanservice, as he was in an all around poor condition for receiving it. And being that seating him upon her lap or hugging him more like she sorely wanted to had the possibility of drawing attention to all that while she still wasn't quite dry yet, she was content to go back to lightly petting his hair with the tips of her fingers instead. Maybe he wouldn't mind so much, especially since she'd decided that he'd probably dealt with his new vision situation more than enough for the time being and thought it best to leave it at an understanding nod. Yet another terrible coincidence. It'd be enough to laugh over, if it weren't so cruel.
The affirmations continued, as she was eager to acquire any of his trust and approval that she could get. "I intend to keep every promise I've made to you, if I can," she confirmed, ever the self-described hero with her lofty ambitions. But the bold and ridiculous quality those statements usually took had gone entirely missing this time, voiced warmly instead. Confusion muddled her sweet feelings some, unsure of just what was implied by his suggestion of violence. "Well. If that's what you'd like. A knock upon the head it is~" The way that she looked to have taken in the information but didn't feel inclined to instantly follow up upon it seemed to be an assurance that she wouldn't go around swatting at heads until she found the right one. Inwardly there was definitely a question of how to control the power of her swing, but him not telling her just why was probably enough to keep her strikes from being emotionally charged.
"So you did want one." He'd done very well in avoiding her inquiries about some sort of sanitizing appliance previously. And finally, the opportunity to provide! At long last she abandoned the wet spot upon the floor, taking the effort to stand up in a springy fashion. "Wait here, and I shall supply. And I'll douse myself with antiseptic on my way out, don't worry." It was beginning to settle within her mind as a habit by then, and happily so. She even remembered retrieve the facial cover she'd discarded earlier in her frustration, entirely too giddy as she made her way to the bathroom to make good on what she'd just said. But nah. Still no shoes.
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Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 12:28 pm
She could tell which one was the diagnostician, right? Never mind that they all hardly used names in there, or assumed people just knew who they were talking about. Eh. Trying to think was beginning to feel like walking about in a puddle of himself. "As hard as you want to," he slurred, "cause all that hair should be some kind of protection at least, with the amount of birdies he can keep in there. Cat too. It's confusing." No longer making sense either. Snap out of that exhaustion, there. A quick shake of the head should add another minute or so to that timer.
".... Want one what?" Oh dear, all talk about the sanitizing methods forgotten. Was there not one? Oh right, he was not at the hospital! Trust the dense idiot to be assuming all his basic appliances would be in easy reach when they were hardly 'basic' appliances to begin with. Well, nothing else to do but to flop down here in a confused daze and watch her go. "Ah... Okay." Or maybe it'll be better to just sleep. Yeah, sleep would be better. She wouldn't mind if he just lied here, right? Should be - oh, oops. Snoozing away already. One might wonder if he dreamt, but maybe the sheer lack of sleep he allocated himself would make it a no.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 7:30 am
What ended up returning first was as she'd promised, a sanitizing cabinet made up of metal and glass and as tall as the person wheeling it through the portal. Naturally she was quite proud of what she'd done, no matter how much the item she'd brought was simply a necessity when it came to housing the troubled person that was so dear to her. "Ta-- oh." It was difficult to make an impressive entrance when half of the audience was unconscious and the other half hadn't the slightest idea of what she was up to in the first place. Patches was certainly more interested in napping alongside the tired little figure instead, beginning to settle in before the redhead carefully scooped up the both of them. "I swear~" Quiet exasperation aside and sleepy companions placed upon the sofa, she returned to further dealings with her appliance. Aside from the bedroom and bathroom the apartments over the cafe had been arranged with a rather open structure. Next to the bathroom door and along the wall seemed as good of a place as any for such a thing, so once she'd spotted the outlet over there it went. Once it was situated and plugged, she turned her attention to what had made its way in on top of the large cabinet. Not only one, but two. After some struggle due to her height the small sterilizer was placed upon its stand next to the larger one, in all likelihood far more practical for the purposes of smaller tasks like someone's gloves and easier to access for an undersized body. Amarante was a thoughtful if overly enthusiastic sort of girl, eager to provide from her earnings for him. That the cleaners had missed her and her money since her transition to her decidedly less bloody lifestyle didn't hurt either, likely making a good deal for her in her return as a frequent customer.
She was pleased with herself anyway, proudly looking over the appliances for a moment. There was a metal bar for hangers towards the top and some metal baskets installed towards the bottom of the large one. Lots of room for lots of clothes and other things. She could start and help with the jacket she'd discarded earlier, but... there were other more pressing matters on her mind. With a glance towards the quiet slumbering upon the sofa, an idea occurred to her. It was a little unusual, and might startle him a little at first. But she'd little time to spare if he wanted to come with her, and... why not? Functioning eye double checking on all the various details of just how he'd ended up looking due to his turmoil, after a moment of concentration she was enveloped within her own distinctive red energy. All of her clothes fell into a disorganized heap upon the floor, and what emerged was entirely different than what had gone in. In appearance it looked to be another mini Erhard, but with all of the alterations they'd agreed upon in place. The clone quickly went to digging through the clothes, stopping once they'd found her phone. After keying into the phone and accessing the front camera upon it, a stare of disbelief collapsed into laughter. "Hahaha!" Her voice coming out of a facsimile of his body was a poor fit and not the least bit believable. But she didn't waste much time before doing the task she'd changed for in the first place. She'd take the picture in his place, to let him rest a little more while still getting the application in as soon as possible. And while her sunny default of an expression certainly suited his cute face, it couldn't have been more out of character. Stoicism was what was needed, and her own best aloof expression made for a competent Erhard impression. Picture taken, form scanned, and encrypted submission sent, one task was out of the way.
Which left her some time to mess around in her newly tiny and cat-suited body, still disinclined to do the inevitable. "Don't want to pack, no~" After some flailing upon the ground she was back on her phone, using the camera and screen as a mirror. What could she make 'him' say? What could she make 'him' do? Her ideas were certainly enough to make her laugh. But even if she'd accept things like confessions and proposals regardless of his form, the current one just made her ideas of playing pretend more silly than they already were. She had enough energy to change back, but doing that in the middle of the apartment would leave her very much without clothes. But there wasn't much else to be accomplished by imitating him, so. Recalling her insistent thoughts from earlier, she at least made the small and pointless use of energy to turn the grey eye that had been assumed for the picture and his safety to the distinctive red of his eyes that she wanted. "Heh~" Of course she'd take a picture of herself looking like that, to keep for herself. And whilst again showing a content cat-like expression that was out of character for the Erhard face that bore it, she flopped upon the floor to daydream for some time while he was resting.
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Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 4:37 am
Unfortunately, there was no giggling freeloader to alert him that there was another him in the room looking goofy. Snoozing away in the sofa, cuddling up to the fluffball, with the occasional mumble of 'ah no I'm not sleeping' and 'I'll sleep when this report is done'. No one to randomly pop out of his head and start laughing at the antics of 'Erhard' either, or to request for a copy of the pictures to laugh over.
In fact, her daydreaming session would go undisturbed for once, save the snoozing and her own sounds.
Well, not until he shot up into a sitting position, staring blankly ahead at thin air, eye wide open. Here comes the noise, never a break for either of them! Hello? Ah no, he's fallen back down and just laid there quietly. Whatever woke him, could probably wait until he was properly awake now, couldn't it?
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2015 5:54 am
Whether it was indeed a sound that was perceived or sheer coincidence, Erhard's cheerful clone was soon snapped from her reveries in a way that could probably be expected of someone both cat-like and ridiculous. A short reflexive flip into the air wouldn't be enough, no. Not at all. With her surprise came the strange and unlikely happening of both cat ears and a cat tail popping out too. Sullen kitty Erhard was less than pleased to be disturbed, presumably having been pulled from one of however many assumed imagined weddings to the original. After taking a moment to alter away the structure of an eye covering she'd assumed for the photo, with a soft and curious chirrup she was on her way over to investigate his sleeping form.
Or at the very least, to take a seat on the floor just in front of the sofa. What she could make out of his mumblings had her frowning a little even if it was nothing unexpected from him. Dreaming about work, really? Better than that a nightmare she supposed... but. That tiny black tail curled as an expression of the mischief she had in mind. Leaning in, she did her best to assume a generic sort of voice. "Working on reports and sleeping on the day of your wedding?" Attempting to inject her romantic nonsense into his dreams! Not the least bit serious and quietly snickering to herself even if she was well aware of how easily such a thing could backfire on her. A fanciful idea like that just might wake him up outright from how far-fetched it was despite how she felt about it. That was probably the best outcome and wouldn't be at all unexpected. But what if his unconscious understanding was that he was marrying someone else? What then? With her humbled look upon his face, she seemed resigned to that possible misfortune. If that were the case she'd have to find out eventually, wouldn't she?
At least she could feel consoled by taking more pictures of herself. Sort of. It was all right to have a little fun and take pictures of odd-eyed kitty not-really-Erhard since she'd changed with good intentions and to be helpful, right?
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Posted: Sun Aug 02, 2015 9:05 pm
"..... Uwaaa.... No no, I gotta rush, I'm late, noooo...." And an almost instantaneous effect! Followed by him flopping over to bury his head in the fluffball near, presumably trying to escape from the Grabby Hands of Tardiness and the Horror of Tackiness! But the fitful segment would only last for a while, once he got settled in that presumably delightful wedding she had now planted in his head, but what he might have been feeling could only be shown to the fur his face was stuck in.
Floating along, maybe getting fussed over because he had once again failed to dress for the occasion, given heavy pats on the back for 'finally netting one' and a pitiful smile from the married man on the staff roster, but then filled with flowers and confetti and the strangest music-box tune, tinkling with each step up to the altar where the beautiful bride was waiting, and when he reaches over to lift up her veil...
Nope.
Patches was free from having to bear the weight of his dense head the moment he bolted upright, cold sweat dripping down from his forehead. What now? Can't even sleep without nightmares plaguing him, be it by design or by accident? At least it was just a dream, he could placate himself with that. The red-headed bride with the terribly wrong face and what was supposed to be a sweet, if not sappy, dream turning into a personal hell.
Might as well. He could always sleep later. Rolling off the sof - oh, who put him on the sofa? - and trudging past the - huh, she must have left them here and gone to sleep - pile of clothes, he climbed onto the tins in the box and started pulling the lid off one. She didn't seem to be in here, so...
... There was someone else in here, wasn't there? The lingering feelings of spine-licking chill were still strong enough to set off that paranoia radar. Maybe just a turn around, a quick one, it would not hurt?
"......" And stunned into silence. What else was expected?
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 2:14 pm
The phone fell to the carpeted floor with a quiet thump. There was just enough time for him to see a bright red shade rush to the wide-eyed copy of his face before with a wash of red energy and a cute popping sound she'd reverted to a miniature version of her true self. She'd changed too instinctively to include any disguising elements, though the cat-like appearance of the tail had been retained and there'd been the inclusion of a little black sundress for the sake of modesty. Still blushing as her own red eye looked to the side, the tiny wings above her hips fidgeted as she nervously held and petted at the tail that was softer and cuter than it usually was. "...I took the picture for you. Based on the details we'd agreed upon, of course." With a polite little bow she struggled to toddle away as quickly as she could, only to topple over adorably due to being unused to such tiny legs. Only to be sidled up to by an inquisitive and suddenly comparatively large Patches, his red eyes bright and busy nose trying to figure out just what was different about her. Reaching out a tiny hand to pet the rabbit, she resigned herself to lie on her back for a moment before getting up. "Ah, I'm too cute." And speaking made it all the more obvious, her raspy tones coming out of an undersized larynx for the time being.
Once she'd sat back up, her concern was the next thing to be cutely expressed. "Did you need more rest?" Asked by the deliberate sleep disrupter. After carefully padding over to her discarded clothes, she eyed the large sterilizer with some trepidation. Her determination won out, however, as the wet clothes weren't so much heavy as just cumbersome for her small size. "I'll just... I mean, I should--" After some hesitation she actually took flight, looking more like strange little cat pixie than anything meant to be infernal or monstrous. Somehow it felt embarrassing to do so in front of him, vulnerability made visible through her flushed face. She did her best to complete her task after she had the cabinet open, pointedly avoiding the sight of any reaction he might have as her face continued to burn. Even having to pick up and put her lingerie in there was nothing compared to having one of her nonhuman qualities plainly in sight. Once she was through she fluttered back to the floor with a sigh. "Is there... is there anything else?" Her face was beginning to cool off once she was out of the air, but she still hadn't the nerve to look him in the eye. Her wings ended up folded in close to her body, both in a reflexive effort to comfort herself and a pointless effort to try to hide would couldn't be hidden without magic.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2015 1:37 am
Ah, she had already turned back. He was going to ask if he seriously looked like that much of a groucho, but what use was a person who didn't even know what his face looked like? Never mind, she didn't need to know that. Not really.
"... I see. Thank you then, that saves everyone the trouble of having to wait. The papers will be done quickly, then." Curse that efficient-prioritized mindset! Someone was acting like a total cutie here and all he can think about is the work?
He hopped off the tin. Looks like milk powder can wait. "Hmm... What else would there be?" How about her clothes? She was not going to go there with merely the things she was wearing right? "Ah, your things. Was there anything you might have forgotten?" Like all the things she needs to bring, maybe?
But none of that, even with one eye left and a penchant for ignoring the background, he still couldn't help but notice the white elephant in the room. Tilting his head to the side, he eyed the new addition to her furniture. "Isn't that a sterilizer? I thought you drop your clothes off at the laundromat." Questioning her decision, but as always with the heavily-layered gratitude.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 12:04 am
After a moment's hesitance, she went to retrieve the phone in a show of good will. "I can show you, if you'd like." He was a little sensitive about imaging, wasn't he? So maybe to her it was more a matter of that than simply showing she hadn't been obscene while taking up a guise of his. He had to trust her at least that much, right?
The phone was soon abandoned in order to hide her face for the purposes of pouting. "But I don't want to pack." Patches was the obvious choice as a location for procrastinating. The smell of warm fur, perhaps the faintest scent of him leftover. She'd keen senses in her status as a nonhuman, after all. Her wings were out as she snuggled into the rabbit, slowly undulating much like a butterfly at rest. She was likely on the last leg of her repeated excuse, though, as it wouldn't be out of the question for her to be nudged out of her sulking due to so much of the trip depending on her.
For the moment though she merely rolled over upon the rabbit on which she rested, odd eyes looking up at him with some confusion. "I only did as you said you were going to," she explained, clearly baffled by his question when it was something he needed regardless. "And there's a smaller one, too, so you don't have to run the big one when you don't need to." Of course she'd have to point that out to him, cheerfully smiling as she did. "Laundry is at the house. And the cleaners... they help with the more unusual cases. That I'm dealing with a sanitation situation now rather than bloodsoaked clothes like before is of little concern to them, as I pay them well." Trading in messy violent outbursts for playing house with someone even more dangerous, in more ways than just the one. Fitting that even for a presumably innocuous subject such as companionship she still couldn't stay out of trouble, instead managing to meet her match in attracting trouble. The rest of the world definitely seemed dismayed at what they were capable of doing, whether consciously or not, but naturally that was of little concern to the likes of her. But not a thought of any of that was reflected in her face as she looked over to him. Only happiness and adoration. What was the use in continued worry over dangers that would never cease to be, after all?
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 8:17 pm
"No, that's alright." Suppose her interpretation was just as good as any, even if that nagging feeling was there that he certainly was not that much of a grump, was he? And he was worried, what if they ended up sitting there poking and pinching at trivial details over a picture? Nah. A picture was a picture, if she said it was to the specifications, then all he needed to do was just make sure his end matched the picture. Easy peasy.
Ah.... If she still liked the smell of sweet and sour death lingering on the poor rabbit's fur... And here one might have thought she had enough of that awfulness already. Poor Patches, already needing a bath. "..... Wash your face later. And we'll need to wash Patches too." In case the rabbit decides to flop down anywhere else and leave more patches of biohazard behind for someone to step on. What were the chances? Pretty damn high with their personal brand of luck.
It shouldn't surprise him by now, if he offhandedly mentioned that he might need something, chances are that it would end up there if it was her that heard. Might as well make use of it, before it turns into a literal white elephant! Except that dolls don't need to wash their clothes if it was just calcified shell. Well, she'd be using it more than he would, for now then. "Is there a bag to put the small one in then? We might need that for the trip." Ah, but they could always not bring it if it was too heavy, but that would mean she would have to keep herself from utilizing him as a snuggle toy. Which might be a tad hard, yes.
"Oh. Um. Send them my apologies, and my thanks. It's harder to clean off what you can't see, isn't it?" But hey, couldn't laundry problems be solved with an excess of bleach? Simple-mindedness would get him nowhere. But while she was busy in her dillydallying, maybe he should get started. What would she need to pack? Toiletries, clothes, snacks? But he can't take those for her, she was going to use them. Even a tiny circle of leftover germs was enough to warrant a no. What did she bring the last time? Flowers? Would flowers get stuck in a box shape after being left in luggage too long? No, they'd wither. Ah, right! A gift! His one, that is. No piggybacking. No going out to get one either. The choice was really limited now, wasn't it?
Well, if he had some leftover milk powder... Surely he could make something of that.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2015 4:54 am
As entertaining as it would have been to show Erhard images of 'himself' looking entirely too adorable with red hair and cat features, being trusted was the far better reward as far as Amarante was concerned. With a nod to confirm his choice there was a visible but quiet happiness to her as a result. Eventually she had to pout some, though, as while his concern was very valid her offense had been very little. "Haa~ Already have to cleanse, and nothing fun to show for it." Naturally a smart comment had to be included, despite the many limitations and overall wrongness that would be involved with their current size and anything she might think of trying. Bothering him with things she hadn't actually expected to accomplish was far from her mind, though, and she was quick to agree to his request. "Okay. He might be cross that he'll have to take a bath alone, though~" That ambition of a cute bath was quashed as quickly as it had been spoken, though. "Ah~ Putting you in would probably negate bathing him in the first place though, wouldn't it." So disappointed over her her silly but adorable plan already falling apart in the planning stages. But, on the other hand. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind taking a second bath, though~" Keeping her ridiculous whim alive! But with the way she went back to lounging on the rabbit with all of a shrug she seemed indifferent to whether it actually happened or not. "That should probably be me, anyway. My back has touched him, too. You could come over here and cuddle with us to make sure we get our bath's worth of contact with you, hnn~?" Opportunistic as always, though as always without an actual demand to do anything. Another invitation he was likely to overlook, but he'd get one of her mischievous smiles anyway.
Her first reaction to his suggestion was all of a wide-eyed dumbfounded stare, though it was soon replaced by pleasant surprise. "Oh~ How smart of you. I hadn't thought of that!" While she did take a moment to look over the sterilizer, the answer seemed abundantly clear to her. "Shouldn't be a problem. Maybe on a normal flight. But no, not on one where most everyone else will have more questionable items than we do." Perhaps that level of honesty wasn't something he'd be comfortable with, but he hadn't much of a choice. A nagging guilt came over her eventually, eager to try to make him feel better about it before she knew just what he thought of it. "We'll be all right. Those types are worried about their bottom line for the most part, which a stray cat and assumed kitten have no part of." Being free of any syndicate could make for nervous times, but not nearly as many as being in one.
A tender smile came to her face in response to his concerns. She couldn't stop him from apologizing, but she wouldn't stop sticking up for him against his fears and worries either. "You can't help it. Hardly a thing to be sorry over. They get paid, everyone is safe, and all is well~" As well as it could be, but that was a given considering the nature of the problem. With her arms still stretched out backwards over the rabbit, her complaints hardly seemed like much of a problem at all in comparison with what he had to deal with every day. Once that'd had some time to fully sink in, she sat back up and faced him with a humbled but sweet expression. "I'll be up shortly, to clean up and get everything ready." With a nod that practically shook the entirety of her presently tiny body, she was keen on showing him just how seriously she took his concerns. There was no escaping responsibility, around him. "Just... just a few moments more here." No immediate threats at hand, and with her looking mostly as she was meant to... it was nice. Maybe he was already caught up in the bigger picture of things, but he still hadn't seemed to mind one way or another about her natural appearance. It would be unwise to get caught up in that feeling to the point of prolonged distraction. But a temporary distraction would be all right, wouldn't it?
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2015 12:30 am
Should he question what items would be more questionable than a sterilizer and a wanted criminal and a large hoard of sweets? Actually no, maybe he shouldn't. "I see. Wouldn't it stand out if it was the most ah, normal luggage on the flight, then?" Like her carry-on was normal enough too. "I just um, I hope no one disturbs us on the flight. Would be a bit hard to explain, if any of them happened to ah, hear things." So he had better get enough sleep, then he could pretend to sleep all the way on the flight! Yeah, that would be a great idea! And she could snuggle all she wanted without him comp - ahh, maybe not such a great idea....
Just like him to worry about other people simply doing their jobs. ".... But bloodborne diseases are.... Ah, you know what? They're dangerous all the same." See! The laundry people would know how to avoid falling prey to accidental STDs or dengue fever. Mad props to them, even if he would never be caught trying to use that term. "They don't question it though? How the clothes that come in turn from red all the time to barely dirty but still required washing." Ah, but he had not seen the state of her shoes mere hours ago. Even if she was relatively clean, the amount of smudges and splotches still warranted a thorough cleaning. But then again, with him, even invisible tiny patches were taken as cleaning eligibility.
"Yes it would." Nah, not enough material to simulate the large pulsing vein in his head like a cartoon. "And it'll take extra time, unless Patches doesn't mind being stuffed into the sterilizer later." Cooking the two of them together still netted a very unimpressive hour or so of cleaning however. But that was besides the point. "If I'm even in the bathroom, there's no chance of either of you getting clean now is there?" Here comes the responsible little doctor, herding his patients into the bath. A patient too old to be herded like that, anyway. "Shoo. Go on. Go scrub every last bit already. Shoo." Just missing the apron and headwrap, but flapping nubby arms at the pile of rabbit and Amarante anyway. Waggle waggle.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 4:25 am
While his concerns were duly noted, it seemed inevitable that she'd have to remind him of the issue they'd never escape. "We've little chance of blending in anywhere, remember." No amount of tender smiles could make that truth any easier to handle, but she'd try anyway. It was a situation where it didn't matter as much as he assumed, though, so perhaps further explanation could be of some use in soothing his worries. "Besides~ I haven't much of a reputation, but what's left will proceed me. Not to mention, that of the old man." Just all of who and what her father's dealings happened to be, she had little idea. But the occasional hesitance and at times outright fear that bled down to her certainly said enough that he was considered an intimidating figure indeed. "And to those he associates with, he is definitely unusual. A little more or to the side of just any human. And the resemblance is..." She hesitated. Who was to say what that man actually looked like? But her common appearance was hardly the truth either, so it was easy enough to bypass that unsettling point. "Between our usual guises, the resemblance is uncanny. And if you're meant to be assumed as a child of mine, speech wouldn't be unheard of. Development is quick, to ensure survival and fulfill purpose." Some humor crept into her explanation eventually, amused by that which he couldn't really avoid. "You'll have to become accustomed to being carried around, though. You can still walk as you like, but for safety and temperature reasons perhaps it'd be best for your purposes." Wasn't as if she'd do much with his incomplete form other than cuddle, after all. In regard to that issue she seemed to be quite resolute with the decision she'd made.
"Hnn~ With the strange happenings in this city's underground at present, they might've put together the pieces to form their own version of the truth." He was so practical as to not let his mind fill in the blanks as most did. She could see that. And while she was quite willing to indulge his curiosity with some sort of explanation, just how helpful she'd end up being was anyone's guess. A story came forth anyway, and from her lilting words and animated body language she herself seemed to be quite interested in her own half truth. "An unusual sort of lady gets laid off from a certain family's employ right when things are getting to be the most tense. She takes up another job going undercover as she's wont to do. This time in, let's say, a hospital. It can't be a normal hospital. Her presence alone belies that. And so on~" She couldn't just leave her mostly imagined backstory at just that, gleefully going just a little further to tie things up with a saccharine little bow. "She might have met a doctor and fallen in love and lived happily ever after too, but that has little to do with why her laundry's changed~" Perhaps if the garments that ended up at the cleaners had changed, that would make for a more interesting story. But nah. Same clothes, different hygiene problems. It probably did look like all of a job change to them.
And as much as she was enjoying her shamelessly shared reveries, she couldn't ignore his attempts to herd her off to the bath. But she wouldn't go quietly, instead taking the opportunity to lob a few more smart comments at him "Bathing isn't always for the purpose of getting clean, you know." He probably didn't know and furthermore, it had nothing to do with the matter at hand other than padding out her feeble complaint. A complaint that led her mind down an expected and usual sort of path. "Ah, if only you could join us sometime." Maybe it was impossible to avoid all discomfort on his part when it came to things she enjoyed, but she'd still insist on making things as painless as she possibly could for him. And so, a bit of a whine instead of any sort of insistence. Which led to a further sort of regret, as irrelevant and insignificant as it was. "I suppose onsen are out of the question, too~" And she'd be so well-behaved about it, too! Just sitting there sweetly and politely, with all of their sides touching if he'd let her that close. But as much as her mind could gloss over the icy carnage that would likely ensue from being unused to an environment such as that, there'd be no avoiding the reality that her adored ice cube would just end up boiled in that situation. So unfortunate! Just as well. Once she'd leapt to her feet, she was happy to comply with his orders. Sort of. "All right, we'll go. After this." And another one of her embraces was upon him! But between their current doll-like state and how brief it was, of course she'd hope that she'd get away with it. Playfully stepping away from him once she was through, she had to have the last say before she disappeared for a time. "Don't get too bored without us~" With a nod she was off, her rabbit friend in pursuit as she toddled off to ensure the cleanliness of the both of them.
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2015 11:26 pm
"Okay, then I can put less effort into setting these for longer distance walking. Which would mean less time required. Certainly." Not going to complain about not being allowed to walk? More like afraid of getting lost in a sea of legs and maybe getting trampled over if there was a rush, maybe. For all the comedy that might pose, the fallout was not nearly as comedic. Suck it up, then. "Then I'll put myself in a bag for daytime trips, you'd surely don't want to carry me for long periods of time either." Who says?
Well, what was she expecting? Her sappy comments sailing right over his head as usual? Then yes she got exactly what she was hoping for! "That's scarily close... I guess it's better to let them think? Can't fault people's imaginations for running wild though, it seems we are all prone to constructing different versions of the truth. Which is for the best." Better that story than knowing the specifics, after all. Who wants to be regaled with tales of constant hiding and escape and diving out of the way of the numerous wrecking balls? Hey, wasn't that a plot of a love story or something? Ah. Must be a coincidence. He shook that thought out of his head. "And the other people on the flight would make up their own truth too, wouldn't they." Hey, he'd better stop there, if there was a voice of reason to warn him about - oops, nope. He did better this time though, the ice was only limited to everything inside that dense psuedo-skull of his! "..... A-Ah. Okay." Yeah, see, better!
Experience with social interactions, 0. "... Won't that be a waste of water and time? I think I'll pass, there's no point in adding me into clean water." That matter settled, back to milk po - oof. Hey, being hugged as a doll by a human-sized person was one thing, getting an oversized headful of bonk and squeeze... Yup, he'd stick to getting tackled when he was back to normal. Dolls hugging each other simply felt off. Oh well. "Ah, just like you to get as much mud as you can before bathtime. Now go. I'll be fine." Shoo along, shoo along!
Finally. Back to the tins. He popped the lid off one and climbed over to peek into the - ah, oops. Fell in, face first into powder. Close enough! Hopefully no one questions why there is even a pair of feet dangling out of the tin.
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