Idia + Azul glazer

You had no idea how you got close to Jade Leech. One moment you barely saw him, the next he kept popping up! Being friends with Azul was probably the catalyst. You both were study partners, and over time you found yourself at the Mostro Lounge more likely than not after your study sessions. It had become a respite after a hard day, ordering a drink, maybe some food if you wanted to spoil yourself. It was after you became close to Azul when you noticed the Leech twins would appear seemingly out of thin air at school. 

“My, my~” Jade hummed, appearing from around the corner. “You’ve been popping up more and more. Are you stalking me?”

You blinked, your anxiousness clouded by suspicion, “Last time I checked I was heading to class like I do everyday. Are you projecting?” 

He merely sent you a close eyed smile, “I assure you I’m not. Since we seem to be heading the same way, shall I accompany you?” Before you could point out that he came the way you were headed, Jade was already walking, leaving you to catch up. 

It didn’t only happen at school, but also at the Mostro Lounge. Of course you expected to find him there, it was where he worked. What surprised you is when he placed an amazing smelling plate of food in front of you that you hadn’t ordered. 

“Oh, I-I didn’t order anything,” You spoke up awkwardly. 

“Of course,” Jade only smiled politely, like always. “It’s a special recipe of mine, and I thought you’d be willing to try it.” You weren’t a fool, you heard Floyd groan and moan about Jade putting mushrooms into his food. Not just any mushrooms, hand picked mushrooms from the wild. A terribly dangerous hobby, even if you were a mushroom expert, and you’re pretty sure Jade doesn’t have a phd in mycology. 

Carefully, you picked at the pasta dish, noticing spinach, parsley…and mushrooms. Your eyes shift back up to the eel who watches you like a predator watching its prey.

“Did you grow these mushrooms?” You asked, trying to act natural, like you were only making small talk. 

“Fufufu~ Would it make any difference?” He asked, amused. 

“No,” You replied back, pushing all the mushrooms to one side of the plate. “I’m not a big fan of eating mushrooms either way.”

“A shame,” Jade sighed. Although his smile didn’t waver, you noticed the hint of disappointment shone in his heterochromic eyes. 

Not wanting to fully disappoint the mer, you piped up, “Your mushrooms look just like the ones from the grocery store though. Did you manage to find wild Agaricus bisporus?” You seemed to grab his attention once again with that question. 

“Yes, in fact I found a small colony,” He replied, watching as you took your first bite. 

The flavors burst on your tongue, and you found yourself holding back from wolfing the whole dish down. Instead, you picked some mushrooms from the small pile you procured and held it towards Jade. “I don’t want anything to go to waste, do you want the mushrooms?” 

Such an innocent question, and one you didn’t think about twice had managed to shock Jade. A feat really. You were used to sharing food, if you didn’t like something, you’d find someone else who would. It was like a sin to throw away food. Though in the deep, it wasn’t common at all to share food. Food was rare, people died whether it be fighting or starving. Sharing food was a deeply intimate action, reserved for only those you care about the most. Jade wasn’t a fool though, he knew you land dwellers didn’t think that way, but he couldn’t help but feel…flattered. Oh, you were such an interesting specimen and you didn’t even realize. 

And so, like the gentleman he was, who was he to deny you? Leaning down, he captured the fork between his lips, letting the savory flavor of the mushrooms hit his tongue. And as he stared at you the entire time, he found himself surprised once more. He thought you would be easy to fluster (and in a sense you were), but instead of a shy look, you merely smiled. You twirled some more pasta and ate merrily, like nothing had happened. Every so often offering Jade some more mushrooms you managed to find. It was…oddly domestic. At least to Jade, you on the other hand, were completely oblivious to the possibility of the scenario being intimate. To you, it was just like sharing food with a friend (in a sense that was true). 

It was that day that Jade decided he’d try to see how far he could get away with being intimate with you. At first he just started with cooking for you, letting you feed him mushrooms he’d ‘accidently’ put in. It was just a bit of fun really, walking you to class, watching the horror on your friend's face when he’d come to greet you. You just thought you were friends, hanging out and looking at his terrariums, talking about different mushroom species and their different properties. Walking to class, something you did with your other friends, so you didn’t question why he’d go out of his way when his classes were on the other side of campus. 

No, it wasn’t until a certain incident that made you start questioning your relationship with Jade. Kalim had gifted you a bracelet (forcefully…he wouldn’t take no for an answer), so of course you were going to wear it. And as you accompanied Azul while he was doing some checks around the lounge, he couldn’t help but eye the shiny metal that adorned your wrist. You clearly couldn’t afford such jewelry, so he couldn’t help but ask.

“Where did you get that bracelet?”

Looking from your phone to your wrist, you fidgeted with the jewelry, gems enlaced the silver metal, “Kalim gave it to me.” You didn’t see how Jade side eyed you, or how Floyd’s grin sharpened. Instead, you watched as Azul studied the jewelry, bringing your wrist close to his face. 

“I believe those are real gems.”

You felt your stomach drop, the only reason why you ended up taking it was under the hope it wasn’t real. You weren’t sure what you were expecting though, this was Kalim we’re talking about.

That was the only incident you could recall that led to…this. It was a normal day, studying with Azul after classes, which led to you both going to the Mostro Lounge in the evening. Jade hadn’t been following you around like you got used to, but you weren’t put off, just assuming he was busy with something else. You sat at the bar like you usually did, watching Jade make some customer’s drinks before bringing you your usual. After a while he brought you some food you didn’t order, and felt yourself relax. You stayed till close, then Jade would walk you to the mirror and wish you goodnight. But before any of that, when people were leaving the lounge, Jade placed a small box in front of you. One of those fancy jewelry ones. Your gaze rose to the eel, unsure what this meant. 

“Oooo, looks like Jade’s got a crush~” Floyd sang with a giggle, running away as Jade sent him a deadly glare (y’know, where he’s still smiling…terrifying). You felt your heart jump, watching Jade turn back to you with a slightly strained grin (you wouldn’t be able to tell if you didn’t know him). 

“Don’t mind Floyd,” Jade waved off his brother's earlier statements. “He likes stirring up trouble. But this is for you.” He pushed the velvet box towards you. Nerves hit you like a truck, feeling a mix of excitement, anxiety and guilt. 

“A-are you sure?” You asked, looking up at Jade with wide, anxious eyes. 

“Well, if you don’t want it…” Jade muttered, a fake pout shaping his lips. “And with all the trouble I went through to make it…”

Now it’s your turn to pout, “It's not that I don’t want it, it just…feels wrong.” You carefully opened the box, eyes widening even more at the sight of a pearl necklace…real pearls. “Oh gosh I really don’t deserve this…”

“Hm,” Jade merely hummed, sharp eyes taking in your reaction. “I thought you humans like shiny things.”

“You’re thinking of crows,” You replied back seamlessly. “Well…I guess humans too. But it's more for the idea of wealth than its actual beauty.” 

“Then perhaps it’s not expensive enough for your tastes,” Jade teased, that mischievous grin resting on his lips.

“Wh-what! No! That’s not what I meant,” You fumbled. “I-it’s just that it's too expensive! A-and, wait, did you say you made it? Jade, are you crazy? That’s way too much…” 

‘Way too much for me,’ is what you wanted to say, but the way Jade was watching you, it felt like you’d be stepping on a trap if you were to finish that thought. No, he liked you far too much (for his own good) to let you go thinking like that. So, you decided to make him something in return. It would only be fair. With some yarn (and a lot of time/patience), you had first crafted a little jellyfish plush. You then realized you totally missed a golden opportunity and decided to make a mushroom plush as well. In comparison to Jade’s gift, it was nothing, but you hoped he’d enjoy it nonetheless. 

You brought the plushies with you on one of your hangouts with Jade. You were going to try making your own terrarium this time with his guidance (you hadn’t planted mushrooms before). And so, before you could start, you brought the plushies out of your bag and quickly handed them to the eel. 

“It’s a thank you, for the necklace,” You explained as Jade stared at the squishy plushies in his hands. “I-I made the jellyfish first ‘cus I knew I could…but then I realized a mushroom would’ve been better, so I decided why not both?”

“Fufu~ How thoughtful,” Jade chuckled. “I’ll cherish these with my life.” You merely rolled your eyes, he was clearly exaggerating, but little did you know that he actually meant his words. Carefully placing your little creations away neatly to take to his room later. 

 You’d find Floyd teasing you (but mostly Jade) after he found out you made the plushies (it wasn’t every day that his brother had a childrens toy…or was so protective of it). Even your friends were questioning things when you mentioned that the necklace was crafted by Jade Leech, the mer who was infamous in the school.

“He made you that?”

“Are you sure he didn’t just propose to you?”

“I’ve been telling you he likes you this entire time!”

You felt dumbfounded. Were you actually, truly oblivious? Had he been hinting at his feelings this entire time? But everything seemed 100% platonic! At least on his end, as you had found yourself falling for the mer over time. You thought you were being clouded by your personal feelings, and that he didn’t mean anything by his actions…had you been the fool this entire time? 

The final nail in the coffin was when you both were hanging out in his room. Floyd was at basketball practice (for once), Azul busy with filing his contracts, so it was just the two of you. You were on your phone, sitting on Jade's bed as Jade did school work at his desk. It was peaceful…except for your mind. You hated not knowing what was happening, what was friendly or what was romantic. Was any of it romantic? Was all of it romantic? Did he actually like you or was he messing with you? All your worries and anxieties bubbled up to the point of your insecurities spilling past your lips.

“Jade…Do you like me?” 

It was silent for a second as he stopped his writing, slowly turning to face you with an ‘innocent’ look, “Why of course. Have I done something to make you think I don’t?”

“N-no, I mean,” You let out a frustrated sigh, fiddling with the pearl necklace he gifted you, he made you, that laid across your neck. “Like…romantically.” You had hoped he couldn’t hear the end of your sentence, feeling like you were being conceited. But that sly smile on his face told you otherwise. You shrunk down as he paced closer, sitting next to you as he spoke.

“What gave it away?”

“H-huh?” You squeaked. Barely able to comprehend how fast the whole ordeal was going, the situation going from one to a hundred real quick. 

“Was it the food I provided you?” Jade questioned cheekily, tapping his chin in fake thought. “Perhaps it was the handcrafted jewelry? Have you finally read up on mer courtship?” You felt your mind reeling, courtship?? 

“You have been reciprocating, so I assumed you knew.” He knew damn well you didn’t. 

You were absolutely flabbergasted. Mouth agape, staring wide eyed. Was he serious? You wanted to bash your head into a wall. What does he mean you were reciprocating? You don’t recall doing anything that could be counted as romantic. 

“How bold of you to feed me,” Jade continued to tease, brushing his finger along your jaw. “How sweet of you to make me something from scratch. Hm, now there’s only one thing left to do to seal the deal~”

“Wh-wha?” You stammered. What the hell was happening. Seal the deal? What the hell did that mean? It was so hard to think when he touched you so gently. But then he released your face, holding your wrist and bringing it up to his face. 

“Don’t you understand, pearl?” Jade asked, lips quirked up as he trailed his lips up your forearm, ending near the junction of your elbow. “The last step is to mark your mate, or as you humans call it, your partner.” He nibbled gently at your skin, causing your breath to hitch, and your entire body felt like it was bursting into flames. 

“A-are you being serious right now?” You asked. Jade was an enigma, and even you found yourself wondering if he would like you romantically.

“I wouldn’t offer to mark just anyone,” He whispered, his eyes seeming to soften just the slightest. “At least not so gently.”

“Wait, what’s that supposed to mean?” Instead of replying, he merely smiled at you, amused with your conversation. 

“I suppose for humans this might be a bit far,” Jade murmured, letting his lips linger on your skin, eyes longingly staring at where his mark could’ve been. You felt your heart pounding, not sure how to say that you were a bit…that you didn’t mind. 

“W-we’ve already got this far…” You trailed off, not able to meet his piercing gaze. In a flash, Jade’s lips were back at your upper forearm, giving a light kiss before he bit you. You winced in pain, forgetting the eel had sharp teeth that could easily tear you apart. But instead of causing you to bleed, he only bit down hard enough to bruise your skin to match the shape of his teeth. Then, he kissed the tender skin, but his eyes showed he didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. 

“You reciprocate, no?” Jade then asked, eyes shining brightly. 

“I…yeah,” You nod, feeling like you were going to explode. 

Without a word, Jade started to loosen his tie, unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt. You felt like your face was on fire as Jade showed you his neck.

“N-not there!” You exclaimed. “P-people will get the wrong idea!” 

“No?” Jade pouted.

Biting your lip anxiously, you scooted closer. Taking his white button up, you pulled the collar over one shoulder. Jade was left astonished as you took the lead, rising up and biting his shoulder in a place others wouldn’t see. And as he felt his heart jump, he knew he made the right choice. You were such an odd human, and you found ways to surprise him every time he tried to fluster you. He never thought he’d be interested in romance, but you found a way to catch his eye. 

Bonus:

It was an impossibly warm day, and you found the long sleeves of your uniform to be your enemy. Completely forgetting about the mark on your inner arm, you rolled your sleeves up, fanning yourself as you sweat. 

“O. M. G.” Cater gasped. “Whose lunch did you become? #nsfw.”

“Huh?!” You shouted startled. Looking down at your arm your eyes widened, the purplish red bruise had faded to a lighter color, but it was still clearly a bite mark. “N-no it’s not like that.”

“Uhuh,” Cater said, eyeing you with a grin. “Like we all don’t know Jade’s been wanting to pounce on you for #forever.”

Unfortunately, there was no way of convincing him otherwise…not like the truth was much better.

People that Overblotted weren’t you—People only blotted because they tried to overstep, and the blot only settled into a magestone when the mage started overworking themself and developed too much of a reliance on their magical ability. You liked to think that you were pretty good at balancing your overwhelming school life, so you'd never end up relying on your magic. 

So imagine the cackle you had when you heard from your roommate (still don’t know their name…) that Riddle Rosehearts had succumbed to blot last week. 

You thought there was a suspicious lack of magic-sealing collars around campus, you had said as much out loud and your roommate just happened to hear it. 

He immediately stated that you lived under a rock and began telling the whole sordid tale! Your favorite part was hearing how one of Riddle’s own dorm mates called him a whiny, tantrum-throwing tyrant or something like that.

Though, you can’t say you ever remember anyone Overblotting in your world, especially not Riddle. Yuu never existed in your world either...

You don’t get time to linger on that thought before the bell rings and you rush to class. 

Professor Crewel stalks your workstation like a wraith, the grip on his riding crop so tight you swore you could hear the leather creaking. “Posture! Do not lean over your cauldron, fume inhalation could lead to a number of things.” 

You know, and that was why you were leaning over the cauldron. Getting sent to the Nurse because of respiratory failure might be a better fate than being assigned to year-round lab work with Ruggie Bucchie. 

You’d never known the hyena-beastman personally back in your world. You two had been in wildly different classes, you in the most advanced ones you could take, and him lagging behind happily as an average student. Though, you guess you’re the one lagging behind now. Ruggie’s steady B in Potionology was preferential to your D. 

“Uh huh…” You hum to appease Crewel, waiting for the Professor to realize there were other students that needed to be watched by his careful eye. You reach for the burner, which Ruggie masterfully pulls away and offers up the worksheet to you. “Nah, buddy! I can handle the heavy liftin’, can you do all the paperwork for us though?” 

Ruggie had seemed as thrilled as you to discover the miraculous partnership Crewel had crafted. It was genius, partnering a semi-decent student and a horrid student in the hope that Ruggie’s perseverance would ‘rub off’ on you.

“Makes sense.” You take the worksheet with a thin smile, clicking on the cap of your pen while you watch Ruggie like a hawk. 

Because if he ruined this, you were going to ruin him. Seven, you wouldn’t be able to catch up on your grades if you kept flunking simple classes, and you couldn’t just suddenly get perfect grades for subjects that used to drag you through hell and back. That would be way more suspicious. 

At least if you and Ruggie do well throughout the year, Crewel might assume his match made in heaven had been a good influence on each other. Or that you were mooching off of Ruggie’s work.

Either way, you’re at least getting your overall class grade up to a C+ before the first Spelldrive tournament. 

Which, by your calculations, is at least a couple of weeks away! Heh, you’ve got plenty of time!

You and Ruggie work like a machine that desperately needs oil. Both of your movements are a bit stiff, and he seems afraid that you’re going to bite his head off whenever he has to reach over you to get something. 

Granted, you do get the urge to do just that whenever he does something wrong. But you don’t, sadly. Instead you fix whatever mistakes you can get your hands on while his back is turned! 

Oh, the turmeric stems are cut a bit too chunky?Taking a knife and mincing them is oddly therapeutic.

The cauldron isn’t bubbling because the heat is turned too low? You point over Ruggie’s shoulder at another group and stiffly crack a joke at them struggling, secretly turning the heat up to just right. 

“Shihihi! Newbies are always so clueless!” Funny coming from the man who nearly forgot to add a drop of magic once the cauldron stopped boiling. It’s okay though, that’s why you’re here. 

You're not exactly excited to basically be forced to hold hands with Ruggie and hope for the best, but his work is...adequate. You can see why he has that B and not a A though.

Crewel calls time and begins to collect the worksheets when you suddenly realize something: You had been so busy fixing things for Ruggie that you had neglected over half of the sheet. 

“Distract him!” You hiss, curling around the worksheet possessively as you begin to harshly drag your pen across the empty lines. “Wha—I gave you one job!” 

“And you sucked at yours!” 

How does the heat affect the mixture?: The heat activates the other ingredients, brings out the yellow of the turmeric, and helps the magic spread. 

At what temperature did you observe your mixture changing color?: 450 Fahrenheit.

Explain why you shouldn’t stir the mixture until it begins to thicken: You shouldn’t stir until it thickens because it can ruin the consistency of the whole cauldron, the top may remain perfectly smooth like water, while the bottom thickens quicker and can become chunky because of incorrect timin—

“Time is up, Group Five.” God damn it. Crewel drags the paper from your hands, raising a perfect brow at the still drying ink. “Next time, manage your time better.” 

Ruggie gives you an annoyed look, grumbling under his breath. You feel your face heat, humiliation settling beneath your skin like an old friend as the hyena whines. “You only had one job, man…” 

You’re ready to flee from the class as soon as the bell rings, but Crewel calls you and Ruggie up to his desk before you can. The rest of the class snickers as they evacuate, you might even hear someone whisper “better you than me” as they pass. Crewel holds a potion bottle in one hand—you recognize the shoddy plating as Ruggie’s special touch, a mistake you weren’t able to fix in the end—and your worksheet in another. 

You and Ruggie stand as stiff as boards, afraid to even twitch as the Professor’s eyes sweep over you. Then he does something unbelievable, he smiles. 

“Well, you two have surprised me. This work is more than acceptable, a well-deserved A!” 

A? A fucking A! You’ve earned your first A! 

Ruggie seems as disbelieving as you, his ears twitching at every little sound like he was just waiting for Crewel to say “Sike! You two cheated, get out of my class!” Because surely he doesn’t believe your not-so-happy duo could actually pull something like this off without illicit means.

“I’m glad to see that you two seem to be a very good match, I’m eager to oversee improvement in you both.” Oh thank the Seven he doesn’t think you cheated— “I’ve even advocated to your shared teachers to allow you two to pair up like you did today!” 

HUH?

So. Ruggie Bucchi and you have become attached at the hip. Forcibly. 

It’s like your teachers are trying to set you two up. After the end of every Potionology class, Crewel approaches your duo with a small smile and another “congratulations, you two worked so well today! It’s great to see two students getting along.” 

Even Trein pairs the two of you together for things that can usually be done by one person. Seven, he paired you and Ruggie up for a scavenger hunt like you were children. 

What? Were they gonna tie a rope around your waists next and tell you to hold hands while crossing the street???

It’s gotten to the point where you and Ruggie see each other everywhere. You're in the library? Trein sends him to get a book that he knows is in your stack to study. 

Ruggie’s spending his free period working part-time for Sam? Crewel suddenly needs YOU to get him replacement ingredients. Sam would magically disappear before he could ring you up and that would leave you and Ruggie to awkwardly stand by the cash register. 

Even Crowley gets involved and sends you two on a random goose chase for some mystical artifact he lost in his junk room. That’s how you found out the headmaster had a whole room for what he considered his junk.

You dutifully looked the other way when Ruggie started pocketing things. You may not particularly like the dude, but even you abide by the "bro code" or whatever it's called.

He took the hint and didn’t say a thing when you hid a book beneath your clothes, though he did give you a look like that was the weirdest choice you could’ve made.

“What was Crowley looking for again?” You ask, hands on your hip as you study the towering junk piles. Thingamabobs and gizmos from forgotten nations are casually thrown about the floor.

Everything in here looks like it should be in a museum. 

How old is Crowley…

“Something called a whazzit? He was mumblin’ real low, didn’t really catch what he said.” Okay so that left you with more questions than answers because what the hell was a ‘whazzit?’ You roll up your sleeves, sighing in perfect sync with Ruggie. “You take the left and I take the right?” 

“Split up and conquer, good thinkin’!” 

You poke at a beautiful mirror, the glass a waxy black color that makes you look like you're swathed in shadows. It’s ornately crowned by a thick gold rim, decorated with lovely carvings of apples and crowns. It looks a bit like the Dark Mirror, just without the creepy face.

The mirror also looked like it belonged to an (extremely) wealthy family, being shown off in their Grand Foyer or something else that sounds super rich. “Seven, this must be worth a fortune…” 

“Bet I could buy a house if I sold one of these, shihihi!” Ruggie holds up a shoe. Except it’s clearly not a normal shoe meant for everyday life like his beat-up sneakers because this shoe is made of glass. 

“Woah! The craftsmanship on that is amazing…” The heel is high and the glass seems to glow like starlight in the low light of the closet. “I could probably pay off some loans if I had stuff like this lying around.” 

You say it so casually that it gives Ruggie pause, “Shihi, you too?” 

“Well, I’m not broke-broke,” You hum, turning back to your pile and gawking at a perfectly preserved pumpkin of all things. “But NRC is expensive if you don't qualify for financial aid.” 

The college could take care of housing and provided a free breakfast and lunch, but after that most students were on their own. Books could be bought from Sam’s Shop but they could be expensive for a college student without a rich family. “Don’t even get me started on how much a replacement jacket costs.” 

You were still salty about your last one going up in flames, literally. “I thought Kalim looked out for any Scarabia students that needed a helping hand?” 

Right, Kalim, your housewarden. He wouldn’t have been your first pick if you were the housewarden (the fact you weren't and never were in this world was still kind of a sore spot...), but you guess his family’s generosity might have played a part in that. “Kalim’s a good kid…” 

“But?” 

You visibly hesitate, busying yourself by carefully moving a goose statue. “He’s, uh, not really my type of person, if you get what I mean.” 

“Shihihi, I thought all of ya loved good ol’ Kalim!” 

You cough as Ruggie cackles, his wheezy laugh echoing throughout the large closet. Your shoulders awkwardly tilt as you rub the back of your nape, trying to come up with some excuse.

Sure, Kalim was a good person, but he was almost too good. Surely there would be some sort of drawback if you tried to mooch off of his generosity. 

“Guess I’m not like most Scarabia students then.” Most Scarabia students didn’t wake up in the body of another version of themself after all. Most Scarabia students couldn’t imagine being housewarden, a position you once held with pride. “Shi, you gotta point! Most of ‘em are real party animals, eh?” 

“Sevens, there seems to be a party every other night, I can barely get any sleep.” You jostle a bag of…beans? Who knew Crowley was such a hoarder. “Is it just me or does this stuff need to be donated to some sorta museum?” 

“You think Headmage’ll notice if anythin’ goes missing?” You shrug, focusing on an ancient looking book. You would’ve loved to own something like this when you were younger, “I won’t tell if you don’t.” 

“Shihihi, you’re actually pretty cool, huh?” 

You blink and glance over at the hyena, “You think so?” 

“Yeah! Once you get past your horrible case of rbf anyways.” 

“Rbf?” 

Ruggie looks ecstatic to explain the acronym to you. The two of you never found whatever a whazzit was, but Crowley didn’t seem to mind at all when he came to check on you two. 

YI SANG

🫧he’s very much charmed by it. 🫧lowkey wants plushies of all the sinners now. do not separate them

FAUST

🫧mostly curious as to where it came from, how long you’ve been working on it if it’s handmade, etc 🫧you swear you see her blushing as she takes it from your hands. she’s not usually the sort to accept gifts like this, but she can make an exception

DON QUIXOTE

🫧”oho! thou hast turned me into a marketable plushie!” 🫧she is ecstatic. admires all of the little details of her tiny pieces of her badges, holding the doll an inch from her face and cooing over it 🫧considers it to be her first piece of don quixote merchandise! of course being a fixer is more than just selling trinkets, but this is a step in the right direction!

RYOSHU

🫧only sort of depends on how well done it is. if it’s of good quality, she finds it sort of neat. if it’s bad, she’ll probably still keep it, but she'll tease you about it 🫧asks if it can have a tiny cigarette too. you think she’s joking but probably not

MEURSAULT

🫧you… can’t really tell if he likes or dislikes it. it does look incredibly small in his hands, however, and he’s gentle with it 🫧he’ll let it ride around on his shoulder if you really want him to, so long as it’s not in his way

HONG LU

🫧thinks it’s super cute! 🫧probably wouldn’t think to keep it; he likes the idea of it hanging around with you. asks for occasional updates on his “mini me” and what it’s been up to

HEATHCLIFF

🫧you know that picture of niel newbon holding the astarion plushie thats like

that’s him to me 🫧he doesn’t dislike it, but he thinks it’s a little odd to have a tiny version of himself staring up at him with those big ‘ol eyes 🫧makes it say swear words

ISHMAEL

🫧she’s a bit embarrassed but thanks you anyway.  🫧acts like she has no idea what to do with it but that doesn’t stop her from keeping it on her desk in her room. huffs every time she sees it but never removes it

RODION

🫧she thinks it’s just the cutest thing she’s ever seen! goes around showing everyone her plushie self 🫧would take pics of it in various situations if given the opportunity. imagining a photo of it looking up at a parfait or smth that looks just absolutely giant beside it

DANTE

🫧they’re flattered, honestly. very confused as to why a plushie was made of them of all people. 🫧i imagine the clockhead of the plushie would be a little bit top heavy. you’d just see their blank clock face staring at it as they try to keep the plush propped up. sits with their hand on its back to keep it upright

SINCLAIR

🫧facing the horrors of being perceived. “is that really what i look like?” 🫧gratefully accepts it even though he’s embarrassed. he thinks it’s really sweet, and is flattered by it

OUTIS

🫧claims she’s (and you are too) too old for such things 🫧”you have better things to do with your time. i’m going to take this so you won’t be distracted by it.” it is hers now

GREGOR

🫧he’s thankful, but not really sure what it’s for. what do people usually do with this stuff? just sit it on a shelf or something? 🫧despite his cynical viewpoint on it, he bobbles its head around and seems… sort of fond of it?