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WHO: daffo
WHERE: daffo
WHEN: we're home now

[ so after operation rescue biscuit turned into operation pudding enrichment the gang(TM) is making it home... biscuit got ahead of them, possibly/probably is in the clinic getting patched up by cinnamon. muffin and tart come by later, hauling pudding's ass home. possibly teleute is here too but don't worry about it. anyway it's our tearful reunion now ]

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[ yesssssssssssssssssssssss

peels off his clothes by hand for once and then slinks into bed. he's being careful with the blisterburny wound on his shoulder but it didn't progress very much since he ripped the nail out asap anyway so it's whatever. oozes into biscuit's arms ]

[perfect

snuggling in, careful to avoid pressing the more wounded side of his face into Tart. he's going to have a scar or two for sure. one across the nose. scar squad now]

Knew ya would come.

[ scar squad now . . .

kisses his forehead, avoiding the wounds ]

Yeah.

[ and he lets that hang in the air for a little bit—there's not much to add, really. he knows that biscuit has faith in him. he trusts that biscuit trusts him.

after that pause, he says softly, ]

Knew you'd hold on.

Mmm...even that fucko had t'admit I was tough.

Woulda skipped it though. Fucking sucked. All bound up like...

Cages suck.

[ a beat ]

He ain't bite ya, did he?

...

I bit him.

Not what I was askin' but that doesn't surprise me. How'd he taste?

Edited 2024-01-20 06:25 (UTC)

Bad...his hand turned goopy and choked me...it was fuckin' awful...thought I was about t'die....

Great. Don't eat weird shit anymore.

[bites Tart]

—oi.

[ where / how hard ]

[hand, medium hard]

Eatin' a mushroom got ya in a deathsleep, eatin' a wolf got ya nearly choked t'death! Don't boo me, I'm right.

[flushing red cuz he is right

still going to bite down hard enough to leave teeth impressions before letting go]

[ bites his ear in turn

not hard. just mouthing it. but he's not going to take this lying down (he is literally taking this lying down) ]

Got teeth like a toddler!

Better'n havin' the brain of a toddler, stickin' everythin' in my mouth like it's all fun treats.

[tries to roll to his other side to IGNORE but stops cuz]

OW FUCK

[tail]

You wanna get tickled?

[ (said like a threat) ]

Edited 2024-01-20 07:02 (UTC)

Then stay still.

[ turns him back over to the original position ]

[big!!! fussy!! baby!!! huff!!!!

but allows. dipping his head down to hide his stupid pouty face. every time he starts feeling normal his body has to remind him its fucked up. rude as hell.

stupid smug tart. doesn't he know you're just trying your best to be normal and its not your fault your body isnt cooperating!!!]

[ licks at his ear, idle grooming to soothe ]

Go t'sleep. Ain'tcha tired?

Once I sleep yer not allowed t'get up again.

[relaxing slowly, eyes fluttering closed...the swelling has gone down enough now that he's been able to use both. good job, healers. just settles in, taking deliberate breaths, obviously huffing in scent. Tart is an annoying smug asshole but he's also soothing to be next to. Feels safe and cozy and warm]

Y'smell good.

Oh no. How terrible. A fate worse than death.

[ monotonous. please he never wants to get up again ]

Mmmhmh. Smells like home.