She rubs a clawed hand over their head, and along their neck, “Of course, dear. Recovering well?”
He does the same “I… missed things like this… you…”
“As good as it was before, the quality fails to degrade.” He smiles, sipping happily.
"I am, thank you for asking." he holds up his re-regenerated hand.
"Much as I hate to admit it, I liked the peaceful moments, when ye weren't beatin' me.."
"I'm very glad to hear it. Talked to Omi yet?"
She puts them down on the bed, lying next to them, “I’m happy for you.”
He nods slightly, “I… yeah…” He kisses their cheek, leaving a mark of lipstick there, “I’m sorry… again…”
“Haven’t gotten to it just yet, I’ve been mediating without it so far.”
"You did it for me." he smiles, nuzzling up to her.
He wipes it away, not angrily or upset. "I break out, ye know that.."
"And how has that been going?"
She rubs their back, “Im going to go to the library, maybe visit the little ones, do you want to come?”
“I was gonna wipe it away… when I put it on I didn’t expect… us to be a thing again…”
“I’ve learned a lot more than I would expect about myself, interestingly enough.”
"Oh, that sounds lovely." he chirps again
"We ain't quite there yet, maybe. I.. don't know.." he sighs, hugging them
"That's the usual experience. Glad to hear it, still."
She picks them up again, “Then we should go, finish the day with something more after, maybe.”
He hugs them back, leaning his head into their chest, “I… you’re right… we aren’t there yet…”
“Apparently I am a coward.” He shrugs, sipping the rest of his tea “It’s good to know.”
"Oh, like what?" he holds her tight, resting his head on her chest
"Yet." he sighs, holding them
"How so?" he takes another bite of a rice cake.
“I’ll think of something, maybe we can try out some of my clothes collection, do some roleplay~” She sets them down in the library, still holding them.
He nods, taking out his comb, and doing their hair like he used to.
“I am afraid of everything, beyond a survival instinct, and to the point of being afraid of people, I’m afraid of you.”
“I’ll think of something, maybe we can try out some of my clothes collection, do some roleplay~” She sets them down in the library, still holding them.
He nods, taking out his comb, and doing their hair like he used to.
“I am afraid of everything, beyond a survival instinct, and to the point of being afraid of people, I’m afraid of you.”
He blushes, nodding and looking around
He lets them, relaxing a bit.
"Why me?" he asks, a bit hurt.
She grabs a book from memory of their placing, sitting down on a couch, “Grab whatever you would like.”
He works hard on their hair, being as careful as he possibly can be, going for a dramatic style.
“Because, you’re tall, and intimidating, and have a sword… and I’m just a failed bounty hunter. Look at me! I’m tiny!”
“I’ll think of something, maybe we can try out some of my clothes collection, do some roleplay~” She sets them down in the library, still holding them.
He nods, taking out his comb, and doing their hair like he used to.
“I am afraid of everything, beyond a survival instinct, and to the point of being afraid of people, I’m afraid of you.”
He blushes, nodding and looking around
He lets them, relaxing a bit.
"Why me?" he asks, a bit hurt.
She grabs a book from memory of their placing, sitting down on a couch, “Grab whatever you would like.”
He works hard on their hair, being as careful as he possibly can be, going for a dramatic style.
“Because, you’re tall, and intimidating, and have a sword… and I’m just a failed bounty hunter. Look at me! I’m tiny!”
He grabs a book about geographic anomalies, cozying up with her.
He laughs, looking at the reflection in the water
*Aokiji is literally the same height as Vex, he's also tiny and skinny lmao x3*
She holds them, reading over their shoulder, seemingly curious about what they are reading.
His hair as been pulled into a long Mohawk, somehow, by Pimento’s hair powers.
(I would just say it’s a perspective thing then, seeing hom as taller, metaphorically.)
“I’ll think of something, maybe we can try out some of my clothes collection, do some roleplay~” She sets them down in the library, still holding them.
He nods, taking out his comb, and doing their hair like he used to.
“I am afraid of everything, beyond a survival instinct, and to the point of being afraid of people, I’m afraid of you.”
He blushes, nodding and looking around
He lets them, relaxing a bit.
"Why me?" he asks, a bit hurt.
She grabs a book from memory of their placing, sitting down on a couch, “Grab whatever you would like.”
He works hard on their hair, being as careful as he possibly can be, going for a dramatic style.
“Because, you’re tall, and intimidating, and have a sword… and I’m just a failed bounty hunter. Look at me! I’m tiny!”
He grabs a book about geographic anomalies, cozying up with her.
He laughs, looking at the reflection in the water
*Aokiji is literally the same height as Vex, he's also tiny and skinny lmao x3*
She holds them, reading over their shoulder, seemingly curious about what they are reading.
His hair as been pulled into a long Mohawk, somehow, by Pimento’s hair powers.
(I would just say it’s a perspective thing then, seeing hom as taller, metaphorically.)
Volcanoes that shoot ice, quicksand that pushes you out, etc
"Damn, I look good." he smiles
"Well, I don't know how you think i'm tall. But, I will try not to have my sword on me when i'm around you."
She sticks her fangs into their neck to rest easier, though she doesn’t drain any, just reading with her beloved.
“You look great.” He sits back down next to them.
“Maybe… maybe it’s the way you hold yourself… I don’t know… why don’t you try to have your sword around me?”
She sticks her fangs into their neck to rest easier, though she doesn’t drain any, just reading with her beloved.
“You look great.” He sits back down next to them.
“Maybe… maybe it’s the way you hold yourself… I don’t know… why don’t you try to have your sword around me?”
he sighs contently, chirping.
He nods, holding him close. "Thanks."
"So you're not scared. I hold myself the way I do because my past requires it."
She licks his back, sighing “Isn’t this just perfect, dear?”
He leans against them, arms resting around their neck.
He thinks for a moment, looking down “Maybe I’m scared to be more than a coward… hmm…”
He bristles. "It is, I enjoy this a lot."
"Hey there." he chuckles, moving their hair a bit
"It's.. I don't know." he sighs.
She nibbles there, happily, knowing what she’s doing “Such a blissful life.”
He smiles, leaning into their hand, though he’s usually very protective of his hair.
“I’ll figure it out, it doesn’t matter right now, thank you for coming.”
He grunts, kicking his leg a bit. "So peaceful."
"Who might you be?" he asks, as though he's never met them.
"You're welcome. Sorry I scare you."
She rubs a claw down the side of their neck, “Peaceful is a word for it.”
“Pimento Cappuccino, it’s a pleasure.” He plays along, smiling brightly at them.
“Everything scares me… you aren’t particularly scary, thank you again.”
He grabs her hand, kissing it and smiling. "Would you call it different?"
"Oh, what an odd name. It's pretty, I like it. I'm Michael Reveriland."
He sighs, hugging them.
She smiles back at them, taking her fangs out “I would call it perfect.”
He smiles, “Thanks, notta lotta people do, I think I’ll stick ta callin’ ya Mike, if that’s okay.”
He hugs them back after a moment, closing his eyes.
"Ahh, there's the word." he laughs, nuzzling her hand
"Mike is perfect, 'ts what I go by." he smiles back, laughing a bit
He breaks the hug when they're ready. "Cowardice is just a way of expressing your belief of wanting to be safe and not hurt anybody.."
She holds them tight as could be, making sure to keep from crushing them, if only barely.
He leans into them, resting his head on their shoulder, “I’ll remember the name, as much as I can.”
He nods, thinking more about it as he puts his cup away, “You’re probably right… I don’t want to do anything bad… hurt anyone… be hurt… I don’t know… thank you.”
“I’ll think of something, maybe we can try out some of my clothes collection, do some roleplay~” She sets them down in the library, still holding them.
He nods, taking out his comb, and doing their hair like he used to.
“I am afraid of everything, beyond a survival instinct, and to the point of being afraid of people, I’m afraid of you.”
She grabs a book from memory of their placing, sitting down on a couch, “Grab whatever you would like.”
He works hard on their hair, being as careful as he possibly can be, going for a dramatic style.
“Because, you’re tall, and intimidating, and have a sword… and I’m just a failed bounty hunter. Look at me! I’m tiny!”
She holds them, reading over their shoulder, seemingly curious about what they are reading.
His hair as been pulled into a long Mohawk, somehow, by Pimento’s hair powers.
(I would just say it’s a perspective thing then, seeing hom as taller, metaphorically.)
She sticks her fangs into their neck to rest easier, though she doesn’t drain any, just reading with her beloved.
“You look great.” He sits back down next to them.
“Maybe… maybe it’s the way you hold yourself… I don’t know… why don’t you try to have your sword around me?”
She licks his back, sighing “Isn’t this just perfect, dear?”
He leans against them, arms resting around their neck.
He thinks for a moment, looking down “Maybe I’m scared to be more than a coward… hmm…”
She nibbles there, happily, knowing what she’s doing “Such a blissful life.”
He smiles, leaning into their hand, though he’s usually very protective of his hair.
“I’ll figure it out, it doesn’t matter right now, thank you for coming.”
She rubs a claw down the side of their neck, “Peaceful is a word for it.”
“Pimento Cappuccino, it’s a pleasure.” He plays along, smiling brightly at them.
“Everything scares me… you aren’t particularly scary, thank you again.”
She smiles back at them, taking her fangs out “I would call it perfect.”
He smiles, “Thanks, notta lotta people do, I think I’ll stick ta callin’ ya Mike, if that’s okay.”
He hugs them back after a moment, closing his eyes.
She holds them tight as could be, making sure to keep from crushing them, if only barely.
He leans into them, resting his head on their shoulder, “I’ll remember the name, as much as I can.”
He nods, thinking more about it as he puts his cup away, “You’re probably right… I don’t want to do anything bad… hurt anyone… be hurt… I don’t know… thank you.”
*gtg soon.*
*Cut for Salem.*
“I love you for the rest of my endless existence, my beloved Xavier.”
“Do you… want to have a boyfriend, Mike?” He asks, just a little bit expectantly.
He sits back down next to them, “I’m happy every time you visit though.”