A Magic Thing

Can't Get Enough of Them Hugs: - Reilly - Schmendrik - Angus - Claudio - Gregor [will lounge on people; unprompted and endlessly] - Crysta Huggable: - Emmy - Larei - Dom - Lorie - Haldor - Goose - Molly - Nan - Todd - Rol - Odysseus - Lillyanne - Hyori - Maximilliano - Eoin Neutral/Only Hugs Those Closest to Them: - Byron - Snow - Trevor - Adelphie - Edan - Cian - Anya - Jenna - Elof - Stasia - Louis - Peter - Kale - James - Murray You're Lucky If They Hug You aka the Don't Touch Pls Category: - Eilonwy - Quinn - Talia - George - Fanden - Newt - Flynn - Izzy - Pips - Nicholas - Tomas - Sinbad - Charlie - Fernando - Hermes - Stu - Zvezdan - Malcolm Do not Fucking Touch Me: - Damien - Khaos - Ezio - Frankie - Moineau - Dusek - Tybalt - Kolzak - Julio - Yvan

Probably Never Once Got Hugged In Their Life:

- Tesla

From Crysta:

 a “cute” zombie organs t-shirt

 Glow-in-the-dar drum sticks!

 nice sunglasses. \o /

From Pips:

A bottomless drinking glass as one last sign of good faith. 8′u

Kale offered him a private dance lol

and friends still in need of costume ideas

"I would think Putter is always good," Crysta complimented warmly, her green eyes turning up at the corners. It was impossible to stop smiling around Putter. Everything about him was delightful and lovely. Crysta lightly booped his nose with the tip of her finger and swept her dark hair out of her face with her free hand.

Crysta smiled a touch sadly, but rubbed Putter's face nonetheless, still speaking in the form of air and sunshine, all lightness and happiness possible, her wings flickering once or twice. "Oh--no, not a cold. That'd be easier to take care of. But I don't want to sadden you with problems of home and family! Not while you are such a joy to speak with." Crysta brushed back Putter's snowy hair, warmly smiling.

"I'll make you something like..." She thought it over. "Beef stew, with nice thick bread, and maybe a fairy cake for dessert if you're real good." Chortling at the lick on her button nose, Crysta smiled brightly. "Putter will have someone for him someday, and if he doesn't want that, that's okay, too." She smushed his cheeks with both hands, then cupped his chin, sighing faintly.

"Oh--the Mother who made my sisters and I," Crysta replied, nudging a bare foot against the floorboards awkwardly. "It's--a little complicated. But all my sisters are in the Rainforest now, where they can be closer to Her--to Mother Earth. She's--not well," Crysta added, glancing at the door briefly before looking back at Putter with a renewed smile.

"Oh--that sandwich doesn't sound so bad. Maybe I'll make you some food sometime, though," Crysta offered, swinging their hands together for a moment or so. "A boyfriend, oh, that's right--! I think Terry's mentioned him. He must be nice, if he's with Terry. Or else," she tacked on, about as threatening as a declawed kitten; lower lip protruding and all. Her eyes twinkled as she leaned up to kiss Putter on the nose again.

"I'm not surprised. Like I said, he's a very compassionate person." Crysta chuckled, tucking a lock of hair behind a pointed ear, shaking her head. "I sort of wound up here via house fire--a stork would've been much nicer. I don't know my parents--well." She made a face. "Mother Earth of course and all that. But two dads where I had none before has been very nice," she admitted with a smaller smile, tugging on an earlobe absently.

Pausing, Crysta shook her head anew and bounced up and down, clasping Putter's hands to keep from fluttering off the ground. "Hanson is my hero for so many reasons! He's smart, and handsome, and he hugs me when I ask, and teaches me so much I didn't know before. Also he's tall and strong and brave and I know he'd protect me if I needed him too. He should wear a cap, though, you tell him for me!" Crysta giggled.

"Terry is a wonderful best friend to have," Crysta replied warmly, watching Putter with a growing fondness. "He's smart, and funny, and always compassionate. Also one of the nicest and calmest people you could ever meet. He's like a walking meditation," Crysta chimed--squeezing Putter lightly in return for his hugs, rocking them each a little from side to side.