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Yawning irritably, Ink opens his eyes from yet another tortured sleep. As much as he has come to hate napping and sleeping, as a baby it is certainly unavoidable. Though, as a result of his efforts, he is under developed than one would imagine a baby of his age should be.

Rubbing his eye with a fist, he growls softly as he sits up. He finds himself hugging the banister of the main staircase; when or how in Gaia he'd managed to climb up or fall asleep there is a mystery to him.

"Ngh yahblafff, wrrr!" he spits, clutching two wooden poles tightly with his tiny fingers. His vision is improving, and from here he can see just the head of the visitor in his domain, in his Headquaters. He narrows his now-yellow eyes in a wary sneer at the back of Loki's head.

Ink scoffs, or at least makes a noise close to one. He slowly releases his hand from the railing post before sighing harshly. Blonde hair parts from the exhaling of breath.

"Whhr wrwrrhh," he growls, blinking his narrowed eyes twice. They turn a sharper shade of yellow, and reflect what little light is available in a shine that could seem almost too intensely brilliant for a baby. "Nyrrr."

Thump, thumpthump. Thump, thumpthump.

Using primarily his arms, Ink makes his way, albeit noisily, down the hardwood stairs after Loki turned away. He was fine with being ignored; that's nothing new. But only he will be the one to choose if Loki is fit to stay.

Grumbling nonsense under his breath, Ink skitters across the floor on all fours. He pays no mind to the green paws and the bicoloured nose that surfaces from under the nearby couch. Instead, he jerks his head in a violent way, and the creature - whatever it was - disappears the way it came.

Maybe it was because Ink is teething. Or maybe.. maybe he knows exactly what he's doing. Ink twists out of reflex in his shirt and bites down hard on whatever flesh he can reach first.

"MNYAHHH!!" he shouts savagely, latching onto Loki with all of his tiny might. There may have been another, more shrill scream, but it is masked by Ink's next angry outcry. "Brrr, b-brrrr, brrriiifftuh!!"

He squeezes his eyes shut and latches on as tightly as he can manage while being practically strangled by his own clothing. His nightmares haunt him even as he closes his eyes, as if the lids themselves play like a theatre screen. In his head, the voices shout at him.. And all the while, it looks as if this tortured, under-nourished baby is merely peeved at being touched.

Ink runs his tiny pale tongue over his stubby teeth, raising an eyebrow at the slightly metallic taste of blood. <********," he pronounces with a babyish slander.. however slight a variation that might be. He blinks rapidly, his eyes changing from a yellow-green to a green apple colour. A pout seems permanently situated on his face, and it deepens into a scowl when Loki continues to watch him.

Furrowing his white-blonde eyebrows, Ink repeats himself. "********!"

Ink goes crosseyed from following Loki's finger. His hands shoot out with reflexes rather heightened for a baby, and he straightens himself up with a deep frown. He is NOT a toy!

"Nhhyiaaa fphh, ********," he spits, crossing his arms. His eyes stray, and for a split second he almost lets himself smile. Ink's attention snaps back, though, and his mouth immediately drops again.

"Bwreeeee~!"

A shrill voice rings out from behind, and a flash of rainbow follows close behind the voice. The creature can be described only as a hamster-lizard crossbread with rubbery, rainbow coloured skin-fur and big, bright eyes. Two coiled antenna grace her head, and weak spikes crawl down her spine to the tip of her thin tail. She leaps out and up from her hiding spot and in an energized bound she is latched onto Ink's arm.

Furiously nuzzling him, she coos gibberish to the baby as if wholly relieved he's in one piece. He has the opposite reaction to the appearance of his companion, immediately trying to pry her from his arm with as much luck as one would have pulling off a leach from their leg. He finally resorts to making a fist and bonking the poor creature on the head.

Suds slides off and onto the ground with a submissive squeak.