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The morning after the Bellparty (Safesun time), Kerron arrives at Isle Esme in response to Elspeth's invitation and starts looking for his uncloid. He comes bearing a little box of danishes.
inhispockets
Felicity is curled up on the couch with his poof in his lap, playing a computer game that involves making twinkly stars collide to either merge into bigger stars or produce explosions of smaller stars. It is fun! He wants to see how long he can keep the chain reaction going.
...And that's it.
Jokers can be weird about goals, but most of them at least have an assortment, even if they tend heavily to the short term and frequently change without notice. Felicity is just void of any intentions not directly related to what he is doing at this exact moment.
...And that's it.
Jokers can be weird about goals, but most of them at least have an assortment, even if they tend heavily to the short term and frequently change without notice. Felicity is just void of any intentions not directly related to what he is doing at this exact moment.
pina_colada
Kerron espies this intention, and hangs back without interrupting until he will not be disrupting the game.
...He peers at the sort of void of intention that is the rest of the cloud of poofs surrounding this new mini-mum, and contemplates it.
...He peers at the sort of void of intention that is the rest of the cloud of poofs surrounding this new mini-mum, and contemplates it.
inhispockets
After about fifteen more seconds, the last two teeny-tiny stars on the field collide in a shower of sparks. Felicity looks up.
"Hi," he says, absently petting his poof. ('Keep the stars going' is replaced by 'continue petting fluffy lap occupant'.)
"Hi," he says, absently petting his poof. ('Keep the stars going' is replaced by 'continue petting fluffy lap occupant'.)
pina_colada
"Hi, mini-mum," says Kerron, finding a place to sit opposite Felicity's chosen sofa. "I'm Kerron. How're you doing?"
pina_colada
"Would you rather I didn't?" asks Kerron. "You're one of my mum only smaller."
inhispockets
"It's just weird," he says. His cloud of poofs expresses no opinion one way or the other. "...Is your mom a girl?"
pina_colada
"About as much as you are, I'm guessing, plus shapeshifting magic. I call her that because it's less confusing on account of I also have a dad who is just my dad."
inhispockets
"Oh. Huh." He contemplates this. And pets his poof. Fluff fluff fluff. "Why'd you come visit, anyway?"
pina_colada
"Princess said you might like it. I can leave if you want," he shrugs. "Or if it looks like you're going to try to set me on fire, she mentioned that was also a valid reason to leave. Brought you some pastries," he adds, holding out the box.
inhispockets
Felicity giggles. He wants the pastries! He takes the pastries. This displaces poof-snuggling in his apparently drastically limited goal hierarchy until he actually has a pastry in his hand and can eat it and pet the poof at the same time; the two goals then coexist peacefully.
Om nom mmf - "Why would I set you on fire?"
Om nom mmf - "Why would I set you on fire?"
pina_colada
"Search me. Doesn't look to be on your to-do list. It's a pretty short to-do list unless something's fouling up my magic."
pina_colada
"I'd lay money you haven't written it down, but Elspeth said she told you I see goals and intentions and whatnot? You've got a bunch of colorshapes - they look kind of like your pet there, only more colors - and they're moving around pretty sluggishly till there's something you want right in front of you. You wanted to rack up a good chain reaction in your game, you want to pet your critter, you want to eat danishes - Mum has weird colorshapes too but you take the cake."
inhispockets
"Huh."
He thinks about it. He nibbles on a danish. He pets the poof. Nom nom fluff fluff.
"...Do you wanna pet it too?" he asks. "'S fluffy."
He thinks about it. He nibbles on a danish. He pets the poof. Nom nom fluff fluff.
"...Do you wanna pet it too?" he asks. "'S fluffy."
inhispockets
The poof goes whmmmmmmmmmm and glows with a pale pink light the same colour as its fur. Felicity smiles.
inhispockets
"Nah," he says, to the second question. "It's just my poof. It's not like there's another one around to confuse it with."
pina_colada
"If I was gonna get one of these I'd probably have a hard time taking just one."
inhispockets
"I wasn't the one who got it," he says. Very misleadingly, but he's not concerned with that. "I don't know if I would've gotten more, though. It'd be harder to carry them all around." He pets his poof. It whmmmms some more.
pina_colada
"I never went in for pets anyway. When I was little I used to ask to get turned into stuff myself."
pina_colada
"Usually blue versions of animals. Blue fox, blue hawk, blue hare, blue snake. Red cat."