đ- Your muse falls asleep while mine is petting/massaging them.
đ- Your muse is napping when mine decides to suddenly wake them up!
đŠ- Your muse finds mine snuggling with a stuffed toy in their sleep!
đ„- Your muse visits my bedridden muse at the hospital..
đ€ - Your muse falls asleep while watching TV/ a movie
đŠ- Your muse finds mine napping off a large meal/feast
đ- Your muse falls asleep in the car/bus
đŒ- Your muse finds mine asleep after listening to some soft music
đ„- Your muse finds mine asleep after a long day of play/sports
đ- Your muse finds my muse napping in their bed
đ- Your muse finds mine napping on the couch
đȘ- Your muse finds mine napping on the floor
đ- Your muse finds mine napping in an unusual spotâŠ
.. you need to know if iâm feeling? thatâs.. a weird way to phrase that..
âHowâ. I need to know âHowâ youâre feeling. Do you feel sick at all?
not really.. *he put a hand on his stomach*
You donât feel sick? Thatâs⊠weird. What kind of paint was it?
i dunno, it didnât have a label
Okay⊠um, whereâs the container? I might be able to identify it. Iâm a scientist, after all.
itâs back at my tent *he motions behind him* it seems really cheap though, like the rest of this damn camp
Well, cheap might mean non-toxic. Usually itâs the good stuff that can harm you really badly. Whyâd you drink it, Max?
i momentarily mistook it for toothpaste *he starts walking towards his tent* i also need a new toothbrush..
Well, you shouldnât drink toothpaste either, Max, just so you know. The flouride, if more than what you use for brushing is ingested, can be poisonous. *he doesnât entirely believe the âtoothpasteâ story, but decides to wait and see if Max will tell him what really happened later*
i wasnât drinking toothpaste, i was just trying to brush my fucking teeth! *he sighed as he stepped into the messy tent, grabbing one of the random, unmarked tubes*
*Looks at Max in surprise, but then a disapproving frown appears on his face.* Hey – That wasnât called for, Max.
*he sighs softly, glancing away* iâm sorry, iâm just.. not really that great a day againâŠ
Thatâs alright, Max â we all have those. But you understand that you shouldnât take it out on other people, right? Let me see the tube⊠I want to know what it was you ate.
*he quietly handed the other the tube of paint, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked at the floor. the tube was white and had no label*
*looks at the tube with a hum. He opens it and sniffs it* Smells like acrylic.
.. what does that mean..?
Well, acrylic is usually what is given to children for their projects. This might belong to that art kid. How much of the tube did you ingest?
just a little bit *he gestured to the green stained toothbrush*
*Carlos looked at it and nodded* Oh, okay then. Thatâs good. I worried for a while that it was like the entire tube or something…
Carlos tried not to grin too hard or seem to eager as he squeezed Hancockâs hand before running off to clean and dress up. Thankfully heâd had the foresight to trim his beard, but his hair did need to be brushed and his face washed.
But eventually Carlos came back, fresh as the morning wearing the shirt and vest. Even as he walked out though, he started to worry that he might be over-dressed.
For some reason, Hancock hadnât exactly expected a whole wardrobe change, but when Carlos came back looking more put together than he ever had, the felt under-dressed. He whistled softly as he looked him up and down, a smile spreading across his face a moment later and he stepped closer to the other man, placing his hands on his hips and pulling him in for a kiss.
âI have to say, handsome, you clean up real nice. What did I do to deserve this little treat, hmm?â
Carlos smiled sheepishly, squirming just a little under the appraisal. He gripped Hancockâs arms gently, wanting to pull him into a hug.
âIâve been looking for an excuse,â Carlos admitted. âI saw this and just… I really had to have it. I was really hoping that youâd like it… though, that might be funny to say I guess. â
Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew heâd seen a cave somewhere â it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadnât gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlosâ mind.
He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either â the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?
he looked down at and shifted his paws, unsure how to feel about this
Carlosâ tail stopped moving. RightâŠ
Iâm⊠not going to be like this in the morning, Carlos said. A wolf, I mean. I know you probably donât like human adults so⊠I wanted to get out of your fur before then.
And risk being discovered by the children or the counselors, if any of them decided to go for a midnight walk.
âYou.. You Still Donât Have To Go, Things Are Just.. Different Nowâ he looked up at the other, hoping he would somehow get what he was trying to say
Carlos looked at him. I donât exactly see how⊠Iâm a human. I have been the entire time. I just⊠have a condition, that makes me look not that way.
âWell.. Youâll Just Have To Not Kill Me In My Sleepâ he tiredly layed his head down
Youâre worried about me killing you??Carlos asked incredulously.
âIâm Worried Anyone Trying To Kill Me, Itâs Nothing Personalâ
Carlos was quiet for a second. I guess I could say the same. I thought you wouldâve gone after me. Nothing personal, though⊠it was just a worry I had as well.
âI Think People Think Iâm Mean Cause Iâm So Big..â he yawned âBut Iâm Only Mean When I Have To Beâ
Carlos nodded. Yeah⊠itâs why I worried when you were getting close to the camp. My kidâs there, so⊠you know.
âYeah I Know..â he glanced out of the cave, the world seemed so quiet
Carlos was silent for a moment.
So, um⊠yeah, he said finally. Then Carlos lay down with his head sitting on top of his pants. So⊠if you see a human here in the morning, then itâs probably me. But then Carlos looked over at the other creature. I mean⊠if you want me to stay. If not, then let me know and IâllâŠ
âItâs Too Late To Think About Going Somewhere Else, Itâs Best To Rest Now While We Still Have The Night, Right?â he lifted his head to look at the other, wings twitching slightly
Carlosâ ears perked. He would have smiled if he could. That sounds great. I, uh⊠appreciate this. I just didnât want to scare the children, you know? They havenât seen me like this before, soâŠ
âI Wouldnât Worry To Much, The Kids Here Are Stronger Then They Seemâ he yawned and stretched out
Carlos just hummed and shut his eyes. He curled up against his clothes and let out a long sigh. He was pretty tired.
he curled back up âGood Night Friend..â
Carlos hummed again, softly. Goodnight, Drake. Sleep well.
.. you need to know if iâm feeling? thatâs.. a weird way to phrase that..
âHowâ. I need to know âHowâ youâre feeling. Do you feel sick at all?
not really.. *he put a hand on his stomach*
You donât feel sick? Thatâs⊠weird. What kind of paint was it?
i dunno, it didnât have a label
Okay⊠um, whereâs the container? I might be able to identify it. Iâm a scientist, after all.
itâs back at my tent *he motions behind him* it seems really cheap though, like the rest of this damn camp
Well, cheap might mean non-toxic. Usually itâs the good stuff that can harm you really badly. Whyâd you drink it, Max?
i momentarily mistook it for toothpaste *he starts walking towards his tent* i also need a new toothbrush..
Well, you shouldnât drink toothpaste either, Max, just so you know. The flouride, if more than what you use for brushing is ingested, can be poisonous. *he doesnât entirely believe the âtoothpasteâ story, but decides to wait and see if Max will tell him what really happened later*
i wasnât drinking toothpaste, i was just trying to brush my fucking teeth! *he sighed as he stepped into the messy tent, grabbing one of the random, unmarked tubes*
*Looks at Max in surprise, but then a disapproving frown appears on his face.* Hey – That wasnât called for, Max.
*he sighs softly, glancing away* iâm sorry, iâm just.. not really that great a day againâŠ
Thatâs alright, Max â we all have those. But you understand that you shouldnât take it out on other people, right? Let me see the tube⊠I want to know what it was you ate.
*he quietly handed the other the tube of paint, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked at the floor. the tube was white and had no label*
*looks at the tube with a hum. He opens it and sniffs it* Smells like acrylic.
.. what does that mean..?
Well, acrylic is usually what is given to children for their projects. This might belong to that art kid. How much of the tube did you ingest?
.. you need to know if iâm feeling? thatâs.. a weird way to phrase that..
âHowâ. I need to know âHowâ youâre feeling. Do you feel sick at all?
not really.. *he put a hand on his stomach*
You donât feel sick? Thatâs⊠weird. What kind of paint was it?
i dunno, it didnât have a label
Okay⊠um, whereâs the container? I might be able to identify it. Iâm a scientist, after all.
itâs back at my tent *he motions behind him* it seems really cheap though, like the rest of this damn camp
Well, cheap might mean non-toxic. Usually itâs the good stuff that can harm you really badly. Whyâd you drink it, Max?
i momentarily mistook it for toothpaste *he starts walking towards his tent* i also need a new toothbrush..
Well, you shouldnât drink toothpaste either, Max, just so you know. The flouride, if more than what you use for brushing is ingested, can be poisonous. *he doesnât entirely believe the âtoothpasteâ story, but decides to wait and see if Max will tell him what really happened later*
i wasnât drinking toothpaste, i was just trying to brush my fucking teeth! *he sighed as he stepped into the messy tent, grabbing one of the random, unmarked tubes*
*Looks at Max in surprise, but then a disapproving frown appears on his face.* Hey – That wasnât called for, Max.
*he sighs softly, glancing away* iâm sorry, iâm just.. not really that great a day againâŠ
Thatâs alright, Max â we all have those. But you understand that you shouldnât take it out on other people, right? Let me see the tube⊠I want to know what it was you ate.
*he quietly handed the other the tube of paint, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked at the floor. the tube was white and had no label*
*looks at the tube with a hum. He opens it and sniffs it* Smells like acrylic.
Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew heâd seen a cave somewhere â it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadnât gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlosâ mind.
He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either â the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?
he looked down at and shifted his paws, unsure how to feel about this
Carlosâ tail stopped moving. RightâŠ
Iâm⊠not going to be like this in the morning, Carlos said. A wolf, I mean. I know you probably donât like human adults so⊠I wanted to get out of your fur before then.
And risk being discovered by the children or the counselors, if any of them decided to go for a midnight walk.
âYou.. You Still Donât Have To Go, Things Are Just.. Different Nowâ he looked up at the other, hoping he would somehow get what he was trying to say
Carlos looked at him. I donât exactly see how⊠Iâm a human. I have been the entire time. I just⊠have a condition, that makes me look not that way.
âWell.. Youâll Just Have To Not Kill Me In My Sleepâ he tiredly layed his head down
Youâre worried about me killing you??Carlos asked incredulously.
âIâm Worried Anyone Trying To Kill Me, Itâs Nothing Personalâ
Carlos was quiet for a second. I guess I could say the same. I thought you wouldâve gone after me. Nothing personal, though⊠it was just a worry I had as well.
âI Think People Think Iâm Mean Cause Iâm So Big..â he yawned âBut Iâm Only Mean When I Have To Beâ
Carlos nodded. Yeah⊠itâs why I worried when you were getting close to the camp. My kidâs there, so⊠you know.
âYeah I Know..â he glanced out of the cave, the world seemed so quiet
Carlos was silent for a moment.
So, um⊠yeah, he said finally. Then Carlos lay down with his head sitting on top of his pants. So⊠if you see a human here in the morning, then itâs probably me. But then Carlos looked over at the other creature. I mean⊠if you want me to stay. If not, then let me know and IâllâŠ
âItâs Too Late To Think About Going Somewhere Else, Itâs Best To Rest Now While We Still Have The Night, Right?â he lifted his head to look at the other, wings twitching slightly
Carlosâ ears perked. He would have smiled if he could. That sounds great. I, uh⊠appreciate this. I just didnât want to scare the children, you know? They havenât seen me like this before, soâŠ
âI Wouldnât Worry To Much, The Kids Here Are Stronger Then They Seemâ he yawned and stretched out
Carlos just hummed and shut his eyes. He curled up against his clothes and let out a long sigh. He was pretty tired.
Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew heâd seen a cave somewhere â it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadnât gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlosâ mind.
He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either â the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?
he looked down at and shifted his paws, unsure how to feel about this
Carlosâ tail stopped moving. RightâŠ
Iâm⊠not going to be like this in the morning, Carlos said. A wolf, I mean. I know you probably donât like human adults so⊠I wanted to get out of your fur before then.
And risk being discovered by the children or the counselors, if any of them decided to go for a midnight walk.
âYou.. You Still Donât Have To Go, Things Are Just.. Different Nowâ he looked up at the other, hoping he would somehow get what he was trying to say
Carlos looked at him. I donât exactly see how⊠Iâm a human. I have been the entire time. I just⊠have a condition, that makes me look not that way.
âWell.. Youâll Just Have To Not Kill Me In My Sleepâ he tiredly layed his head down
Youâre worried about me killing you??Carlos asked incredulously.
âIâm Worried Anyone Trying To Kill Me, Itâs Nothing Personalâ
Carlos was quiet for a second. I guess I could say the same. I thought you wouldâve gone after me. Nothing personal, though⊠it was just a worry I had as well.
âI Think People Think Iâm Mean Cause Iâm So Big..â he yawned âBut Iâm Only Mean When I Have To Beâ
Carlos nodded. Yeah⊠itâs why I worried when you were getting close to the camp. My kidâs there, so⊠you know.
âYeah I Know..â he glanced out of the cave, the world seemed so quiet
Carlos was silent for a moment.
So, um⊠yeah, he said finally. Then Carlos lay down with his head sitting on top of his pants. So⊠if you see a human here in the morning, then itâs probably me. But then Carlos looked over at the other creature. I mean⊠if you want me to stay. If not, then let me know and IâllâŠ
âItâs Too Late To Think About Going Somewhere Else, Itâs Best To Rest Now While We Still Have The Night, Right?â he lifted his head to look at the other, wings twitching slightly
Carlosâ ears perked. He would have smiled if he could. That sounds great. I, uh… appreciate this. I just didnât want to scare the children, you know? They havenât seen me like this before, so…
.. you need to know if iâm feeling? thatâs.. a weird way to phrase that..
âHowâ. I need to know âHowâ youâre feeling. Do you feel sick at all?
not really.. *he put a hand on his stomach*
You donât feel sick? Thatâs⊠weird. What kind of paint was it?
i dunno, it didnât have a label
Okay⊠um, whereâs the container? I might be able to identify it. Iâm a scientist, after all.
itâs back at my tent *he motions behind him* it seems really cheap though, like the rest of this damn camp
Well, cheap might mean non-toxic. Usually itâs the good stuff that can harm you really badly. Whyâd you drink it, Max?
i momentarily mistook it for toothpaste *he starts walking towards his tent* i also need a new toothbrush..
Well, you shouldnât drink toothpaste either, Max, just so you know. The flouride, if more than what you use for brushing is ingested, can be poisonous. *he doesnât entirely believe the âtoothpasteâ story, but decides to wait and see if Max will tell him what really happened later*
i wasnât drinking toothpaste, i was just trying to brush my fucking teeth! *he sighed as he stepped into the messy tent, grabbing one of the random, unmarked tubes*
*Looks at Max in surprise, but then a disapproving frown appears on his face.* Hey – That wasnât called for, Max.
*he sighs softly, glancing away* iâm sorry, iâm just.. not really that great a day againâŠ
Thatâs alright, Max – we all have those. But you understand that you shouldnât take it out on other people, right? Let me see the tube… I want to know what it was you ate.
The Perfect Scientist 