#bubblybiter

i  think  it  worked.

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@bubblybiter inquired: Jeff has been staring at Wanda, trying to figure out how in the worlds she can float. He's tilting his head left, right, looking up, down, reaching under her feet- nope, she's not standing on anything. "Rrrrm?"

Unprompted Ask ⤷ Always Accepting!

Wanda could feel eyes watching her, something she had long grown accustomed to due to her line of work. However, these eyes didn't belong to a human. She turned her head in either direction to look for whoever was watching her. Wanda was almost about to give up when she heard a soft sound. It prompted her to look down at where the noise came from. To her surprise, it was Jeff the Land Shark. Her ruby lips upturned into a soft smile as she continued to levitate above him. "Are you curious about how I do this, little one?" She tilted her head as she came down to Jeff's level but was still levitating a few inches away from the ground.

❝ Now I know how Joan of Arc felt ❞

@bubblybiter doubled down 🂡 — !

What's this? Jeff has something for Remy? He has been pawing at his leg again as he always does for his attention. When he is seen, Jeff hops up on the counter and spits out something large and dark magenta into the sink with a thud. Normally, that colour and sound would not be something you would be delighted to hear coming out of a mouth with dozens of sharp teeth in it.

Then Jeff turns the tap on and rinses it off. Well, it wasn't a flesh object, at least, and he was washing the land shark spit off.

What it was, was a rough cut garnet with a deep rosy purple colour. Not the rarest stone, but it was twice the size of a typical human fist. It also wasn't fine cut, so the chances of this being stolen were next to none. There were still bits of slag stone on it, so it was likely that Jeff found it in the wild and dug it up himself. The colour reminded Jeff of Remy and his like of 'earning rare items through tricky retrieval of stealth and skill'. So he brought it here as a gift!

"Eshh mrr yooh!" He proclaims, jumping down from the counter.

That gumbo you gave him was very good, Remy. Land shark approved!

Remy had been so distracted by the TV he hadn't noticed Jeff trying to get his attention until he started pawing at his leg.

"Hein?" He finally responds, peering down to watch the little landshark make his way up onto the counter.

When he spits something clunky and suspiciously coloured into the sink, Remy pulls back at first, "Uh?? Jeff, c'est quoi—"

His little hand reaches over to turn on the tap. While the colour didn't improve by much, it made it easier to make out exactly what he had coughed up. Remy's brows strung together and his mouth hung agape; partially because he was impressed, and partially because his wife would probably scold him thinking he influenced him into digging up treasure.

Remy was actually able to make out the shark-attempted English this time, "Ah, bon sang! Fuh me?!" He stammered, "Merci beaucoup, petit. Dat was kind a' ya."