#bittybones-au

We spent the next few hours at BittyCon focusing on food, fashion, and fun. I found a much nicer merchant selling quality leather clothing and accessories for bittybones of all sizes. Brassy Bean picked out a new silver-studded jacket, and Red got a gorgeous oxblood leather collar without being hassled about his bitty type.

After even more table browsing (and a few additional purchases), we munched our way through the food court, trying a little bit of fried everything while nouveau fashion icons Red and Brassy leaned out of my purse, desperately clambering for attention from passersby.

(you mean our adoring fans)

I discussed possible names for the new Kara bitty with him over powdered sugar-dusted funnel cake and tropical fruit smoothies. Together, we decided on Corvus, the Latin word for raven. Red and Brassy were more interested in trying a spicy wing challenge than choosing names, and despite my many, many unheeded warnings, my two very competitive bittybones squared off with a drumette each, drenched in a sauce that made my eyes water just from smelling it!

(Pfft, you're just a spice wimp, Momma!)

(yea, tough guys like us can handle the heat!)

Brassy and Red chowed down like tiny, ravenous wolves… and immediately regretted it.

(My whole body burned)

(i was dying)

I actually had to strip both of my bittys down and bathe them in milk provided by the wing shop as a courtesy to remove the sauce and soothe the full-body burning sensation. With their pain relieved, Brassy and Red went right back to squabbling, namely arguing over who won their spicy wing competition.

(I won. I ate more of it!)

(you also threw it up all over the table)

I quietly reassured Corvus that Buttons behaved better than both of his brothers combined, but the newly-adopted bitty seemed to be amused by the other two bittys’ antics. He'd have a lifetime to get tired of their constant shenanigans, so I simply responded to his indulgent smile with one of my own.

Knowing that Brassy and Red would never settle their argument (because i won) (No, I won!), I distracted them with a different activity. One of the convention tables featured a Bittybones Treasure Hunt where bittys could dig around in brightly colored sand and find shiny polished crystals. I knew my boys would love it.

Red claimed a corner of the sandbox and several shovels to painstakingly excavate, but Brassberry took a different approach. He crouched down on all fours and scooped sand with both hands like an enthusiastic puppy. Sand flew everywhere, including across the invisible line separating Red’s territory from Brassy’s.Using his shovel like a catapult, Red launched a counterattack.

At first, I was mortified by the behavior, but the person in charge of the table waved me away, telling me to let the boys have their fun. He told me it was the most entertaining thing he’d seen all day. A crowd gathered to watch my two bittys wage war over a small wooden box of sand, the polished stones forgotten, flung aside in favor of more gritty ammunition. I heard a small koo from my shoulder. Corvus laughed uproariously at the spectacle, and I soon joined him.

Time expired on Red and Brassy’s Treasure Adventure, and the attendant carefully separated and bagged the stones that each of my bittys had unearthed… and mostly scattered across the floor. Red and Brassy climbed back into my purse to count and compare their prizes, animosity forgotten as they admired their loot.

(i found more)

(Mine were bigger)

The convention would be ending soon, and I still had an unfinished errand, or rather, two unfinished errands. I headed back into the adoption area, and Red and Brassy tensed and fell silent. We’d all sat down and discussed the plans for today before we even left the house this morning, but hearing about adopting more bittybones and actually picking them out were two very different experiences.

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Daze the Daisy   ❁Cannot speak   ❁Very Cute   ❁Squeaks to communicate  ❁Can roam free around the garden peacefully  ❁Needs lots and lots of sun  ❁Lot of water  Fly the Venus Fly Trap  ❋Carnivorous  ❋Do not allow him to roam free  ❋Likes to be carried around in a bucket  ❋Steals food off your plate and items that it can reach  ❋Clings and grabs at you  ❋Will eat other bitties and possibly small pets  

These babs are mine now. I shall smooch them all and love them. Yes yes. Will most likely doodle how I adopted/found them later on. From Left to Right is PJ, Grimm and Goober. Grillbities/Grimby and BittyBones/Soft Bones originally by @fucken-crybaby

A Suitable Sidekick

Life couldn’t be better for an Edgy bitty such as himself. He had full run of the house, and his owner spoiled him rotten. He chewed what he wanted when he wanted. He knocked things over without consequence. He made messes left and right (and upside down!). He bit the hand that fed sometimes too, but most importantly, he called the shots.

Imagine his surprise when his owner came home with one of those Runty bittybones- a Cherry! Who was his owner kidding, bringing that weak, pitiful version of himself home with a proud smile on their face like they were giving him some sort of amazing present?

“Say hello to your new little brother,” his owner simpered. Not likely. The Edgy stomped over to the Cherry and shoved him. The Cherry wailed, and their owner scooped him up to comfort him. “Shame on you, Edgy! He’s sensitive,” they scolded before leaving the room, Cherry bitty still cradled in their hands.

What the actual fuck?! Was his owner replacing him with that whiny little shit? He couldn’t believe it! The Edgy raged, breaking his bitty furniture, kicking over any nearby item that his owner might value. He tired himself out gnawing at the human-sized furniture while he waited for them to return and tell him that this was some kind of pathetic joke.

Why would they want a Cherry? Didn’t they love him? He fumed, stomping around the room before curling up in the debris of his bitty home and falling into a fitful sleep. He woke up a few hours later to the sound of gentle sobbing. Cracking one socket open, he grumbled. Fucking Cherry, waking him up. He tried to ignore the noise, but it went on and on and on. He got up, planning to give the Cherry a piece of his mind.

The Cherry sat in the farthest corner of the bitty house with his back to the Edgy. “hey, you!” the Edgy shouted in his harsh, growly voice. “keep it down, will ya?”

The Cherry sniffled. “i’m s-sorry,” he cried in a tremulous tone. “i’m s-so s-sorry. i d-didn’t m-mean to be adopted. i’m s-sure i’ll be r-returned t-tomorrow.” The little shrimp could barely get a single word out without stuttering… and he looked so forlorn and frightened… dammit.

“aww, c’mon. they’re not gonna return ya.” The Edgy gave the Cherry an awkward “there, there” and a pat on the shoulder.

“b-but you h-hate meeeee,” the Cherry wailed with a fresh flood of tears. Edgy was starting to feel terrible for his earlier behavior. He shifted his weight from foot to foot guiltily before responding.

“nah, i don’t hate ya.” The Cherry’s eyelights glimmered with hope at the words. “yer too handsome to hate.”

“b-but i look just like you.”

“exactly.” The Cherry let out a watery chuckle. Huh, at least the pipsqueak had a decent sense of humor. Maybe he could train this pale imitation of himself into a suitable sidekick…

The next morning the bittybones owner approached the bitty house, worried about the condition of the Cherry’s anxiety after spending a night with a jealous, tantrum-throwing Edgy. The Cherry seemed to be doing just fine, however. The Edgy held the Cherry close to his chest with his chin resting on top of the smaller bitty’s skull while the Cherry slept soundly in his protective brother’s embrace.

I stood in front of the table, staring down at the adorable robot bitty, who blinked at Red and I with a sweet, innocent expression on his precious face. The little guy had round purple eyelights, and he wore wire framed glasses. He honestly seemed confused by the word angry, but leave it to Red to find a creative way to illustrate an all-too-familiar emotion.

(hey, i’m not angry all the time)

Red scrambled down my scarf, swinging from a loose fold of it like a small, skeletal Tarzan. Fortunately he skipped the yelling part though I chalked that up to his focus on reaching his destination- the discarded jelly beans at the bottom of my purse.

(i was busy, but i saved up all my yelling for later! you’re welcome!)

I’m not a messy person (ha!), and generally my purse would not contain random, abandoned candies. That morning I’d packed some jelly beans for Red to munch during the convention (i saw you eating them too!). Shame on me, I’d foolishly forgotten to sort the beans and remove any cinnamon-flavored ones from the mix. Red had taken it upon himself to chuck the offending beans out of the Ziploc baggie.

Now, he fished one of the cinnamon-flavored jelly beans out from under a disgruntled Brassberry’s feet, shoving his bitty brother several times during his search. He actually exclaimed “Eureka!” when he found one. I’ve never seen him act so cute.

(i’m perpetually endearing. you just don’t pay enough attention)

Hopping out of the purse, Red scurried across the table to the robot bitty and held out his retrieved prize as if he were proposing to the other bitty with it. “This is what angry tastes like,” he explained as the other bitty accepted his offering and popped it into his mouth. The spicy taste didn’t faze him at all.

The little robot smiled brightly at Red “Thank you!” he chirped cheerfully. “I’m Peppi. What’s your name?” I left Red to introduce himself to his new friend. I had business to attend to. Not wanting to leave Brassberry out of the socializing, I placed him on the table as well. He immediately hurried over to a crowd of other fully evolved Blank bittys who chattered amicably a short distance from the robot bitty.

Miss Fluffers had watched patiently while my bittybones interacted with hers, and once they’d finally settled in to make some new friends, she greeted me warmly. “You’re Buttons’ caretaker, aren’t you?” she asked before I had a chance to speak. She extended a hand to me.

“I am,” I replied, shaking her offered hand. “And I need some help for him.”

She smiled. I couldn’t believe how friendly she was! Meeting her was like meeting a celebrity in the bittybones world. Everyone wanted to talk to her about her award-winning Blank bittybones or her uniquely styled art. The fact that she knew about Buttons at all spoke highly of the tightly knit and well-informed Blank bitty community.

“What can I do for you?” she asked me.

“Buttons still has some lingering injuries from the Buttontale Bitty Incident. I’d like to adopt a Kara bitty, one with healing abilities, to look after him.”

“Healing isn’t a common trait for Kara bitties, but I happen to have one here with decent healing magic if you’d like to meet him.” I agreed without any hesitation. Buttons needed this. I followed Miss Fluffers to a second table where she had her adoptable bittybones set up to meet potential owners.

The Kara with the healing powers was quite a handsome specimen. Markings in the shape of bird footprints crisscrossed his skull, and his feathers shone a shimmering iridescent blue-black. His fluffy tail wiggled to and fro as we approached him. I gently tickled his little, round cheek, and he giggled, blue eyes sparkling with joy. When I asked if he’d be interested in joining our growing family, he responded with an enthusiastic “koo!”

“Well, I can’t argue with that,” Miss Fluffers chuckled. She gave the Kara bitty a loving goodbye kiss on the top of his skull, and he flew from her hands to perch on my shoulder with yet another “koo!” What a charming little darling!

I went to fetch Red, who appeared to be quite enjoying Peppi’s company (we’re friends now). He gave the robot bitty a cheeky wink. “Un-tail next time then, Peppi,” he called over his shoulder as I scooped him up and placed him on my other shoulder. Peppi giggled and waved to him. I looked around for Brassy.

Brassberry came dashing towards me from around a corner. A trickle of fresh blood leaked from his nasal cavity. He leapt forward, and I caught him and deposited him quickly into the safety of my purse.

“What happened to you?” I asked him in shock.

“I touched a butt,” he answered smugly.

“And it gave you a nosebleed?” I was understandably incredulous.

“Nah.” Brassy grinned. “He punched me.”

He didn’t look the least bit sorry.

(It was totally worth it)

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