Singing really was a beacon for animals of all shapes and sizes to emerge from their hiding places. This was no exception to the green alien. Snow’s voice was like a fishing line, she had the frog hooked the moment the melody rung in his ears. 

    The anti-barrier was activated, but he sat next to one of the deers that swayed along to the song. Part of Kero told him to stay hidden, but a young teen like that who could attract so many animals surely wasn’t all that human. Mother Nature bloomed this one for sure.

    “Gero gero! What a delightful voice you got, de airmasu!”

---” Ah........ Grape Child.......... C-Could U, uh.....” 

He dislikes talking to this child. He dislikes leaving his complex in The Habitat. He dislikes having EYES on him.

Oh. And did he mention that he dislikes talking to this child??? 

--- ‘.... C-Could yuo, uhm....... a-assist me with uh...... some..thing...? F-For only a “Moment”!! I-I promise...!” 

my muse is going to walk into a certain death. send a symbol for their final message to your muse. ||📞  for a VOICEMAIL.

          “This isn’t gonna be LONG. Just a lil’ message” There’s a slight noise as they clear their throat, clearly not okay. “I’m uh---PROBABLY not gonna come back anytime soon. Or EVER I guess. I’ll uh--I’m.” They stammer, before finally sighing.

“Thank ya for everythin’ ya mangy cat. I uh kinda knew what HOME was thanks to yous. I KNOW I don’t got much, but I left what I had for ya. That ol’ hoodie too. Maybe ya can find some other LOST kit who needs it?”

Ozzy was minding the gate at Warner Brothers’ Studios, twirling his gun between his fingers, when he spots someone approaching. Once he recognizes the sweet and caring Disney Princess, he sports his signature grin, putting his gun away and jovially bowing in respect to her.

It’d been years since Nastasia had been on Pi’illo island. Having lived here for years, it had a fond place in her heart, but that sweetness had a bitter side. This was, after all, where she had been trapped for centuries- and not just that, trapped by her former love, Antasma. Thinking about it, her hand reached for the pearl around her neck, rubbing it with her thumb and finger. Sitting down on the forest floor, she sighed, bittersweet memories of her time with Antasma coming back to mind.

“mlem.” //cat.

@jcmfctry​​ sent :  Hey...hey doc... 'flower' you today?// for habit from flower brat.

--- “. . . Did. . . Did you just. . . ?” 

Habit had no idea how long he’d been standing there in silence just- waiting for his brain to process what HE already knew had happened. He’d been caught off guard by the Flower Brat Kid’s sudden appearance, you see, and noticing their approach made matters all the worse. 

What could they possibly want from him? What could they possibly NOT want from him, at this point? Definite note to self: don’t leave the complex unless he wants to be chased around by the miserable little thorn in his side. 

Habit blinks not once, but twice; disconcerted expression ever so slowly shifting. He’d fought back against the upturn of his lips, at first, but- 

When the pun hits, it hits. Dr. Habit actually snorts in reply. Snorts! 

--- “E-Eh.. Haha... Very... Very.... er.... “Cute”, Flower Sprout. I’m.. I’m doing... well.” 

He’s smiling, but his attention’s been directed towards anywhere that ISN’T the little flower vendor. A hand had instinctively come up to hide his grin, face almost flushed, as if he were embarrassed of his own actions. 

There’s a storm behind his eyes. There always is, whenever he steps out into The Habitat in broad daylight. Habit is quick to turn away before the encounter somehow devolves into a CONVERSATION. 

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