???

At first, her question seems to be out of nowhere, and as Az resumes humming, the sound cuts off as abruptly as the reason and that she’s mirroring his own behavior suddenly hits him. “No, I don’t think so? Not used to this.”

With how much he preferred people keep some physical distance, and the unknown of how the flowers would feel, he still hesitates before finally reaching up and settling the crown on his hair. The different feel of it would take some getting used to, but at least there wasn’t the urge to quickly remove it.

When the man before her stops with the bouncing, she hardly notes it. She continues to bounce on her heels because she actually finds it kind of fun.

“Has no one ever given you a fwower crown before?” Ana tilts her head to the side, dark eyes blinking up at the man in surprise and curiosity. Her smile only grows when she finally sees the flower crown on the man’s head. She jumps, throwing her arms into the air.

Ah hmm–?

[Oh no. Tiny child. Boxes. Tiny child. Boxes filled with magic drugs that make your eyes set things on fire (themselves, to be precise) if you sneeze too hard. Illegal in pretty much all the countries, three different other planes of existence, and very, very fun to give to a “friend” when they’re having a cold and you know they’re the ones who sold your favourite mugs.

But that’s not the problem. The problem? CHILD. CHILD WANT HOLD THINGS. It’d be fine if she, say, opened it, the shit was made to look like containers of oregano. But you never know who can see through that kind of shit and when they’ll decide to take a fuckin’ peek. And what happens to people who let kids carry drugs for them?]

Oh, nah, I got these ones. However..!

[Not finding out today. Nope. Instead, he locates the One(1) box that is not, in fact, chock full of super-pinkeye-leafs, but rather yet another mini wizard statue that looked a little different from the sixty-three other mini wizard statues he’s hoarded and therefore is interesting enough to pilfer. The box is fairly big compared to the wizard’s proportions; most of the empty space is filled with foam peanuts.]

You look big an’ strong, can I entrust you with a really, super important mission?

[He slowly scoots the box out, wheezing and heaving to make it look like he’s pushing against a fucking car rather than a one-pound box of nerdiness and tomfoolery.]

I– phew, hold on. [BREATHE. WHEEZE.] Can you carry this one for me? I have to get it over there. [He points to exactly five feet away, where a relatively neat looking rock lay in wait. Not too far away, but enough of a task to make the kid feel like hero of the year.]

[She blinks as she watches the man with the boxes struggle to push the singular box. It doesn’t look nearly as big as the bigger box - but frankly she’s convinced that this is one heavy box.

There is a glittering in her eyes filled with a childish determination. She loves being helpful and feeling helpful.]

Okay! You can count on me, Mister! I won’t let you down!

[She picks up the box with some effort - almost falls with it considering there’s quite a lot of wizards in this one box, but finally goes on to lift it with the strength she harbors in her small stature. She puffs her cheeks full of air as she carefully walks with the box to set it down where the delivery man asks her to.

She pumps herself up as she manages to get the box in place, and calls out to him.]

[Hanna chuckles and scratches his head.]

Yeah, I guess we’re kinda like twins! Us gingers gotta stick together! Y'know, there’s even a “twin” of us who’s just a little older than you by now. Maybe you’ll see him around sometime, too!

Did you bake those cookies yourself, Ana?

I see! What’s a ginger, Hanna?

[She blinks, not quite familiar with the term.]

Oh, the moving hair sets him off enough to walk into her room and sit square in the middle of the floor, shadow swirling around his body in a protective circle. Something is fucking up in this room. At first, he suspects her, undead crone coming back to haunt his child.

Then he remembers the haint in the basement, and her entire physical form being shattered by the grace of a particularly murder-y archangel, and his blood runs cold. At least with her, he could sense her. He could reach out and strangle the fucking life-

He pats his knee a little ceremoniously. 

“How about ya sit with me an’ tell me about yer friend, huh? I got real bad eyes, so I don’t think I can see ‘im too good.”

“Okay!” She answers without any hesitation. She gives her blank-faced other friend a smile as it stops messing with her hair, and she moves to sit in the lap of Mister Luce. She’s not surprised that Mister Luce had bad eyes - Grandma Candy said that your vision would get worse as you got older. Ana understood.

She stares at her newfound other friend, who actually sits in front of Mister Luce cross legged, blinking at the two of them. It tilts his head, and Ana grins at it.

“He’s white, really tall, with long fingers! Aaaand....” Ana blinks some more, as she decides a good way to describe the other friend’s face. “And he’s got a nice face! It reminds me of a stuffed teddy bear.” The other friend grins at the comment, giving Ana a shark-like toothy grin, almost demonic and devilish for anyone else who wasn’t used to it.

(( Sweet sunshine child isn’t that much of a sinner! She’s a bit prideful because other people tell her that she’s pretty great! She believes them!))

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Mister Wuce is wike a Dad!!! I wove him soooo much!! And he’s my best fwiend!!!

Thinking that over, that thoughtfulness appears on the man’s face as he ends up humming quietly out of habit to help himself concentrate. By the time he answers, the flower crown still in his hands, he’s bouncing lightly on his heels to replace that sound and maintain his train of thought. “That’s true, but does that mean this is helpful?”

Part of him is still hesitant to actually do so, knowing that wearing something on his hair could be a possible problem.

“Well, I think so!” Ana confirms, letting her hands fall in front of her. She folds her hands together as she mimics the motion without realizing - bouncing lightly on her heels. She really wants to see how it looks!

[And there’s a child, clinging to his leg, shrieking like a banshee. He reaches down and scoops her up, all that supernatural strength supporting her on one arm as he places a hand on her back, rubbing in small circles.

He’s thankful for the little grace he has left, the calming aura and the healing factor. The two most useful things, he remembers.]

Hey, hey. Calm yerself, a’right? Nobody’s gonna get ya here, so ya don’t need t’ talk so fast. Easy.

[His voice is a low coo, focused on tending to her fear, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Hush.

But his blood runs cold when he hears that name. Oh, it freezes in the vein and if the child’s shriek is loud, wrath howls in response. The angel of death spiders at his feet, prickling.]

What happened with Doc?

[She doesn’t realize it’s magic that’s helping her calm down. She’s too busy staring at Mister Luce to really realize what he’s doing: eased by the fact she is safe, that nothing is going to get her, and that everything will be okay. Mister Luce always made if feel like everything was gonna be okay.

She still can’t help but be a little shaken by what she saw. Her sobs calm to simply sniffles, and she tries to stutter out what happened. She doesn’t know exactly how to explain it.]

D-Doc... Doc got... Doc was being buwwied by B-Big Bear. This big and mean other buwwy! Like an other friend, but mean! Weally, weally mean!

I-I think D-Doc is wike the other friends now, Mister W-Wuce... But he needs h-help. I was dewivering b-banana bwead and then he was there but he wasn’t there at all!

[Big Bear didn’t listen to her until she threatened it with abandonment. That got it’s attention. It didn’t really have a head to turn, so it turned it’s entire body. Worth still clutched in outstretched paws.]

ŴØỮŁĐ ¥ØỮ ŦΔҜ€ ĦƗŞ ƤŁΔĆ€?

[The question had Worth struggling in Big Bear’s grip, fingers trying in vain to find some king of purchase and legs kicking. He was desperate now, and his voice rang out clearer than it had the entire day. The emotion giving strength and form to his voice.]

ᴬᴺᴬ ᴺᴼ! ᴺᴼ, ᴿᵁᴺ ᴬᵂᴬᵞ! ᵞᴼᵁ ᴿᵁᴺ ᴬᵂᴬᵞ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ ᴼᴺ ᴮᴵᴳ ᴮᴱᴬᴿ! ᵀᴱᴸᴸ ˢᴼᴹᴱᴼᴺᴱ!

[She stares at Big Bear, who has turn to her. She felt frozen in place, but the tears did not stop falling. She sniffles again, and glances at Doc in Big Bear’s grasp. Why didn’t he put him down yet?

She didn’t wanna be shaken around and hurt like that either. She was so scared. She just wanted to bring Doc some banana bread. Why did it have to turn out like this. She brings her hands to her chest, her arms and hands shaking from terror and distress.

She would have offered to take Doc’s place, she really would have. But Ana was not that brave. These other friends weren’t nice. They weren’t even friends. They were big, mean bullies!! And she didn’t like them.

She hears Doc’s voice ring out, clear as day. Run away. Tell on Big Bear. Tell someone. Go get help.

ŇØ. Ŵ€ ŴƗŁŁ ƤŁΔ¥. ŦΔҜ€ Μ¥ ĦΔŇĐ. ¥ØỮ ΔŘ€ ŞƤ€ĆƗΔŁ. ¥ØỮ ΔŘ€ ĆĦØŞ€Ň.

[Big Bear insisted, taking a step toward her as she took a step back. The eager peanut gallery around them swayed back and forth like reeds of grass, repeating (chanting) the same thing over and over. Take his hand. Take his hanD. TAKE HIS HAND.

When it became evident that she wasn’t going to, Big Bear turned on Worth instead. Blaming him for messing things up, he picked Worth up by the arms and started shaking him, making Worth’s already fuzzy form lose even more substance.]

[She’s absolutely terrified by the sight. No, that was mean! Doc didn’t do anything wrong! He just didn’t want to play!

She can’t stand to watch Doc get bullied by the other friends. But being the crybaby she is, she sniffles once, fists shaking in distress. She can’t stop the tears from flowing. In response, she yells.]

Stop!

If y-you d-don’t stop buwwying Doc then I’m N-NEVER gonna p-pway with you guys EVER! That’s not w-what f-fwiends do!!

¥€Ş. ŦĦ€ ĐØĆŦØŘ ŴƗŁŁ ƤŁΔ¥ ŦØØ. Ŵ€ ŴƗŁŁ ΔŁŁ ƤŁΔ¥.

[His voice didn’t get any softer. In anything it just increased in intensity, and he dropped his hands from her face. Lifting one up again between them in an offer to take her hand. As he did that, the room erupted in commotion. Dozens of the other Others came to life, hanging halfway off walls and ceiling, rising up from under the floor boards, all singing a song of “yessss YESSSS” in a choir of jarbled and alien sounding voices. Hands reaching out to the pair in anticipation, as if they all wanted to have been the one to make the Offer. 

But Big Bear was the strongest, and he usually made the Offers around these parts.

Worth erupted as well, bounding across the room as fast as he could (which turned out to be about as fast as a man leaping on the moon.) It was hard to gain any traction when you couldn’t touch any kind of real floor, and he wasn’t accustomed to that realm enough yet to manipulate himself too much. He tried his best to manipulate Big Bear, though. 

Knocked himself into the huge figure and pounded fists against it’s sides, slow as well but at least they hit against something. Soft thuds that didn’t seem to do anything anyway. He tried to warn her again.]

ɐnɐ ƃo ɐʍɐʎ!

[She’s definitely becoming more uncomfortable as Big Bear gets louder, and she huffs because she is just not happy with how loud the other friend was being. Although, that distress disappears when she sees the rest of the other friends appear out of the walls, and she’s amazed.

How were they even all hiding in there?

But then she notices Doc trying to move across the room, throwing himself into Big Bear. She blinks in surprise, staring between the hand offered to her and Doc. When she hears Doc telling her to go away, then she can’t help but listen to him. She’s a good girl.

She takes a step back and brings her hands behind her back, blinking confused at Doc and Big Bear. She glances at her feet for a moment and back up at Big Bear and Doc. She focuses on Doc’s distress for a bit, and then back to Big Bear. She get’s a feeling for something, but she can’t quite read the room.]

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[Even in his otherworldly state, Worth could smack his face with a palm

The hulking figure stood over her, looking down at her with expressionless black eyes. It slowly rose up both it’s arms, as if it’s very joints were rusty, and put both his huge furry paws on either side of Ana’s head. When it spoke it was with a bass like thunder, and much clearer (and older) than Worth’s tinny voice.]

¥€Ş. ¥ØỮŘ €¥€Ş ΔŘ€ ØŁĐ. ŴØỮŁĐ ¥ØỮ ŁƗҜ€ ŦØ ĆØΜ€ ƤŁΔ¥ ŴƗŦĦ ỮŞ?

[She blinks at Big Bear, a little more surprised at how much the Other friend actually dwarfed her. But she was often surrounded by big people and big things. It would not be the first, and it would not be the last. She gives the other friend a smile - just because this other friend was bigger doesn’t mean that the other friend should be treated any differently than the rest of her other friends.

That wouldn’t be fair! So she decides she won’t judge it for how it is. Or how loud it’s voice was - goodness.]

Well, Big Bear, I don’t know about my eyes, but I weally gotta make sure I dewiver the banana bread before it goes bad! Mister Conwad is expecting me and I weally wanna dewiver some bwead to more of my friends, Big Bear!

[She begins to count the people on her small fingers.]

I gotta dewiver to Devang, the other Mister Wuce, the sad feathery man that wears the dark gwasses, Gwandma Candy.... oh! And Mister White! B-But maybe I can play for a wittle bit. But Doc’s gotta be allowed to play, too! I don’t think it’s nice if we weft him out, don’t you think?

Also, can you be a wittle more quiet, Big Bear? It was weally loud. Like BOOM!