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My timeline is full of cuteness and cuddles and I love it here. (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
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Stolen~!
(He should have his cheek spots in deer form but Picrew just went offline so have a biblically inaccurate Beau for now. 😅)
"Electrical damage?" Beau asks, kneeling to inspect it. He reaches to help Simon pull at the door, then yelps as the spark snakes out and bites his fingers. "Ah!"
> Just the flora and the fauna, I'm tasked with protecting it. Anything manmade is not my responsibility.
[ He gestured to the chest, a look of gentle amusement in his eyes. ]
> So unless there's a skulk of foxes in there, you don't need to concern yourself with whether it's my property or not.
The boy's ears flick gently, his lids fluttering before drifting open. His eyes are momentarily gold, but they return to dark brown as the light floods them.
"Simon," he mumbles with a smile, a shimmering slick of sunglow across his temple. "Hey."
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮
"You don't even know what I taste like. A precious commodity is what I've heard it called. I've been hunted for it in the past. Not that I |want| to share it with you, but needs must when the Devil drives."
He'd love to ignore Basil in return, but he's impaled™ and nobody else is around to help.
His ears prick, the buck shaking his head to clear the diziness before sitting up. He looks around, then begins to steadily glow, though it flickers on occasion like a fading bulb.
"Where are we?"
"Looks like the hit took us offline, maybe the receiver's damaged. Hopefully they store it inside the sub, because outside would make no sense."
Beau peers at the camera feed, hoping that at least that's connected.
"Rude. Héroka blood is a nonpareil in several communities."
He huffed and flicked his ears indignantly.
"I have |tried| breaking the thing. If I could do so successfully, this conversation would not be taking place."
