Can..be friend?

      Though she was relieved for the release of her dear friend and psuedo-mother, the cycle had been repeated, and now others were being kept on the pillars. She’d noticed, however, that there was a boy who hadn’t been released, but she knew wasn’t one of the victims of the second catching. He’d appeared to be having a good time, but..surely, it couldn’t be all that fun to be chained and cuffed to a pillar for multiple days, could it? From what she could tell, though, he wasn’t chained like everyone else..and was only tied. Was his situation the same as the man she’d found with Oreo, then?

      It was probably only right that she should free him, if that was the case! Stepping forward, she gives the stranger a small wave and a smile before getting to work on the rope that was binding him to the pillar.

“No think supposed to be kept here, and also think maybe start grow tired of? Will have free in moment, promise!”

      Ah, it was a little more difficult, doing this on your own.. Eventually, however, the little toon lamb figures out the kinks and knots in the the rope, pulling them undone and freeing the yellow-clad sextuplet.

      Once the panic had subsided, she notes those who had managed to get caught, her inky heart sinking at seeing two toons she knew very well.

“Mommy! Beri!”

      She quivers as thick inky tears spill from her eyes, fear for her friend and pseudo-mother quickly overtaking all thought. They were struggling, which was a reasonable reaction to being forcibly chained to a pillar, but one that only caused her to worry--were they hurt? Was there any way for her to free them? How long would they be kept up there?

(ಠ‿ಠ) :Mun’s Pajamas

(◕‿◕✿) :Mun’s prettiest outfit

ಈ_ಈ :Mun’s lazy day outfit

ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ :Mun’s workout clothes

ಠ_ಠ :Mun’s work clothes

☼.☼ :Mun’s swimsuit

❅ :Mun’s winter outfit

☂ :Mun’s rainy day outfit

♆ ≺  ★ B.ENDY in Popgoes Paradise ! With @pocketofmuses & @amiablexsolitude ! ★ ≻  ♆

☾ ⋮ ⋇  ♆  ⋇ ⋮ ☽    Well —— it was a good thing he didn’t stay at Ebonivory station for TOO LONG —— ( okay, he might have spent a few hours helping out beforehand ). The little demon had been on his way back to his own wing; hoping to spend some time with his gal —– but his dark hues were wandering; taking in the grandeur of the castle he & his fellow Sillyvision ’ squad ’ were on vacation in. It’s not often ( actually, NEVER ) that he leaves the workshop —– so this was the cat’s meow ! Well, aside from the skeletal part ——

          —— & the part where he finds a guy bound to a pillar !

          Sweet cookies & cream, what in the world happened here ? ! B.endy —– or Oreo as some called him may have been a LITTLE DEVIL but he didn’t want to see people suffer ! As fast as his little tap dance shoes can carry him does he run over to the captive.

          ’ H-Hey, buddy ! Ya doin’ all right ?           I’m gonna get ya out of here, capiche ? ’

          His gloved hands begin to work at the knots; undoing them as fast as he could. Goodness gracious, whoever tied this fella up must have really HATED him ! There were knots on top of knots even ! Was that REALLY necessary ? Thankfully, B.endy spots a familiar face & calls out towards them.

          ’ Hey, Lesia ! Didn’t know you were           here too ! ’

          ’ Could ya help me out here ? This guy is a           bit —– tied up right now ! ’

          B.ENDY !

      Wandering was a normal thing for Lesia to do--not really having any goals in mind or plans to put in action, no idea of where to take her life, or any real memory to base plans for a life off of..she was only left with the option of exploring and observing, searching for answers she never knew the question to.

      It was the same in this place as it was in the studio--she knew that this paradise was something she was supposed to enjoy, but then there was the idea that there were people who wanted to destroy it..and that she was charged with finding and killing them? No, she didn’t like that kind of idea.

      From what she understood, however, things about this paradise were starting to mess with people..there were reports of hallucinations, and a lot of people seemed really on edge. Then there was that conversation she’d overheard, earlier. She didn’t really understand what was being talked about, but she’d picked up some key elements of it--something about an accident, and a reason to not trust someone? Someone that was like the queen, but..”worse.” Who were they talking about? How was this person worse in comparison to the Queen--and how was he like her in other aspects? She’d be lying if it left her with an uneasy feeling about this place.. Trying not to let it get to her, she’d returned to wandering--only for her attention to be once again caught by a voice.

      Her fluffy ears give a twitch as she follows to the source, hoping to--oH! Oh dear..why was that man tied up on that pillar? What a ba-a-ad predicament to be found in! Who had done this? The same voice speaks again, addressing her this time, and she looks to the source, a smile immediately spreading on her face, as if all her previous worry was wiped away with a single sight of a friend!

      The hissing sounds were upsetting enough–was there a snake nearby? How did a snake get in here? Would it bite her? Weren’t snakes poisonous? Granted, a snake biting her would probably hurt the snake more than it would hurt her, as she is made of ink, but the small lamb really isn’t thinking about it like that, right now.

      She may not personally know this man, yet, but through the encounters she’s had so far, and the observations she’s made..something tells her she can trust him.

      It had been a long day for the little alien, and though she was trying her best not to close her eyes for too long, she was finding that if they stood at a crosswalk for too long, waiting for the signal that they could cross, she’d catch herself having to jolt back awake to a complete standing position–or she may find herself accidentally leaning slightly on the man now escorting her back home..

      Eventually, she opens her eyes again only to register that she’s no longer standing, or walking–but instead, she was being carried. She wasn’t entirely sure how long this had been going on, but she found herself sleepily wrapping her arms and legs around Kyohei, fingers grabbing a tight hold of his clothing. For as long as she could remember, when she couldn’t physically get somewhere (whether it be due to her being too tired, or the task simply being outside her physical ability), her caretaker would pick her up and have her cling as tightly as she could, before carrying her to the next destination.

      Seeing as she’d never outgrown her caretaker, it never really ceased to be a thing that would happen–at least, until Aleesa was separated from her. Still, the actions were committed to memory, creating an almost instinctive reaction to being picked up.

      Much frowning, and a persisting holding of the swear jar. It may not be a crime, but isn’t this a tactic used to try and get people to stop others from cursing? What if an actual child hears and repeats what he says--like she accidentally did, at a younger age (younger of course being maybe half a year ago)?

“Bad.. Is bad word.. No more say. Qu..Qu..Cort-er in jar..”

He did indeed have a lot of enemies. While he put a lot of effort into shielding Aleesa from the truths of his existence outside of Solitude, there were certain things that were pretty hard to cover up. She was a smart kid. Really, he would only be able to hide it from her for so long.

He smiled at her as she looked at him with those wide, concerned eyes. No turning her away now, huh? She seemed pretty set on seeing him through this. At least it wasn’t actually that bad. Just a busted lip and a shallow knife wound. Could be worse. “Just a little one, don’t worry.” He assured her gently as he reached out to pet her head. “Hey, how about I show you how to be a good nurse for daddy? Do you want to get the medical kit from under the counter and help?”

      It was at least mildly relieving that his wounds weren’t major. Her eyes scanned over them, briefly studying until she came across the shallow knife wound. Her brow creases as an old memory and a phantom pain resurfaces.. As much as she missed her caretaker, she’d be lying if she said she really missed her old home, the people who lived around it.