#about dasu

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You’re only getting TEN. I don’t think I could reaslitcally answer 200+ of these.

Duck likes the smell of flowers and lake water. (You know, when he has a sense of smell)

Duck has a therapist named Jane Doe. 

Duck’s bed resembles that of a nest. He has a collection of pillows, blankets and other soft things. 

Duck was too young to know his birth mother, and with the life span of cats, he never will. 

Duck actually likes to be held. He just has trust issues. If he lets you pick him up and hold him, he trusts you a great deal.

How about some for the boys? ;D 

Dasu likes to learn new things. He’s very into seeking and spreading knowledge. 

Demon will use any trick he learns to hit on people. If it doesn’t work after so many tries, he gives up on it. 

Dasu’s favorite color is blue. 

Demons favorite color is green. 

All the Little Things Meme

Peer into my muse’s memories

💞- A memory about their children

Dasu looked up at his father with an expression of horror. His eyes wide and brows furrowed. The kit’s mouth opened up a few times, trying to find words but nothing came out, at least not at first. 

Duck’s eyes drifted from the shocked child toward his swollen stomach. The unnatural bulge that made him feel ill simply looking at it. Something was growing in there. Something Duck refused to call a child, let alone his. The look of determination on his father’s face was all Dasu needed to reach out his tiny fingers. He grabbed his father’s hand, tears building in his eyes. He was barely five years old at his point. His tiny frame almost made it appear he was never fed, but the boy had a healthy appetite. The bitter sadness and desperate grip caused Duck’s emotions to falter. The normally happy child looked up at him with such despair. 

“No! Papa you can’t! You can’t! They’re my little brother!” 

“Dasu, this…. this thing isn’t your little brother. It’s a monster. I need to get rid of it.”

“Please papa! P-Please! They won’t be a mo-monster! You’ll see!” 

“That’s enough! It’s… This thing was a mistake!”

“B-But I w-wa-as a mistake too! Yo-you keeped me!” 

Duck’s heart dropped and the blood ran from his face. The desperation in Dasu’s voice when he said those words. While Dasu was never planned, he would never call his boy a mistake. While he couldn’t feel pity or remorse for the growing curse inside him, something about what Dasu said made him think. It made him question…

The cat moved into his knees. Dasu immediately clung to his father, his snotty, tearful face buried into Duck’s chest. He still cried in protest, even if his words were not clear anymore. Duck felt his own tears welling in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around his child. 

“Shh. Shhh. Don’t cry anymore. I’ll…. I’ll think about it, alright?”

Duck nuzzled into the child’s hair and held him as close as could be possible.