#holdusfast

��oh yes I have had much to doing! I am so happy you are making new friends though that make me so happy!!

I liking!! Berry annn CREAM!!

     Rick lazily turned his head, looking down at the little alien who hunkered down next to him underneath the palm tree. At the very least, hurricane season was on its way out, but the tropical storms still got pretty shitty. Most of the time, Miami’s weather agreed with him, but not today. Today he was Miami’s bitch. And on the day he decided to walk to the store, too. He held a plastic bag full of wafer cookies from the Winn-Dixie.

     He tried to ignore the ache in his old bones that came with every storm and took a silver flask from his pink lab coat, taking a swig. “Yeah, you could---URRP---say that again.” Some of his drink came up on him, causing some spit to settle under his lips, which he didn’t bother to wipe off.

[he’s got a clipboard. What a poor child. A hecking clipboard! Please help this poor guy out. He’s helped himself to a blanket, which he’s burrowed under, and is currently making notes. Seriously what is wrong with this kid]

[he looks up at Brio with a small frown]

I thought skeletons lived here. A skeleton let me in.

[Brio watches the kid with a somewhat amused look, tail swishing more earnestly behind him.]

heh, well, you’re not wrong. skeletons do live here. ‘s just one of us got hit with some weird temporary magic, so now i look like, well, this.

[He gestures to himself.]

He woke with a start, tears brimming in his sockets and threatening to trickle down his cheekbones from his lingering nightmare, an ominous hum of magic reverberating through the living room as his soul pulsed violently, chest heaving a bit, close to hyperventilation.

It didn’t help that there was an unfamiliar weight putting pressure against his sternum, pressing against his rib-cage and the festering wound over his ribs that refused to heal.

Cognitive thought kicked in before the worst however, unfocused eyelights glancing down to the green-skinned child curled up over his hoodie, blinking through the haze of blue-tinged tears and tire, before chuckling weakly.

Right.. he’d fallen asleep watching over the boy.

Closing his sockets to rub away the moisture, he played off the gesture with a feigned stretch, carefully sitting up to let Zax roll gently off onto the couch, reaching back to relieve a crick in his upper vertebrae, plastering on his typical lackadaisical facade to hide any persisting anxiety from his dream.

favorite flower?

honestly? i... really like morning glories. they bloom pretty early in the day but like? they’re nice. i like the blue and white ones and it’s totally not because it matches my colour scheme or anything.

...ok. it’s a little bit of that.

❝ Heh, calm down there buddy.      I got’cha, I got’cha. ❞

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