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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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—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.

Mmmm...

[kneading into the bed with one hand, slow and sleepy, muttering something in response that's hard to make out. It might have been You're home? Who knows.

He's drifting faster than usual but that's not a huge surprise. There's a little tightness to his face, like he's still disturbed by the day. But it doesn't slow down his slip towards sleep. Breath evening out, kneading slowing further]

[ slow, repetitive grooming while he watches biscuit fall asleep—for a little while, there might even be some humming, just a little wordless lullaby, soft and low ]

[the tightness fades, a little happy sigh breathed out as he shifts a little closer in sleep

well done tart mctiddles royallearner]

[ yayyyy

does not take much longer before he falls asleep too tbh. tired lion ]

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