Ickle Meatships!

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Hopefully no one sues me for semi-stealing the SLEEP meme format but!



ICKLE!

Think about or think back on the childhood days/younger days of your character (or your character now if they already are kids). There's a huge playroom with a mountain of toys....

Have fun, Kids! And no fightings!

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[morphitudinous]

[And the pile tips over, blocks rolling harmlessly between them]

Oops! I suppose we overbalanced.

[That's okay, though. This 'playing with others' thing is still new and shiny. He scratches an ear with stubby fingers.] Are you enjoying yourself yet?

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Eee!

::Half-a-yelp. At first, it seems like he's afraid of something about to hit him. he doesn't encounter that though, rather, he gets the ear-skritch. And that's...really kinda nice.
So, Mini!Bee gets a chirruping nuzzle and a lick. And then a beastie finding a block and picking it up in his mouth::

Eeeph?

[morphitudinous]

Okay, but I wouldn't recommend biting it. Do you want to try something else with the block?

[Hmm, what to do. Balancing on heads, clapping together, or...hmm.]

Is there anything you enjoy in here?

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Eeeph!

::Chirp! Putting the block down, the oddity noses some, then picks up a few more and places them down. He's....trying to build something apparently::

[morphitudinous]

[Little Billy watches patiently, observing Renne's unique construction method.]

What are you building?

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Bee!

::Chirp! He's actually attempting some kind of tower-thing. His English may be shot dead but he's always been a very symbolic little thing...::

[morphitudinous]

Bee? That's...me?

[He carefully nudges a block or two in place to stabilize it, trying to picture Renne's idea. Billy's never been the greatest at interpreting symbolism.]

I'm made of blocks? Are those cells?

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Bee! Ong! Big!

::Chirrup. Trill. He's trying. The word "cells" though, puzzles him::

Ssssell?

[morphitudinous]

...big? I'm bigger than something?

[He pushes up his glasses, working out how best to explain this.] Cells are the little things that clump together, making up all living things.

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Eee?

::He takes a minute to sniff at the Human, maybe even give a lick. Ah, confused. And curious! Then, yes, back to the blockpile::

Eee! Bee big. Bum-bum.

::Excuse that but when he says it, the beastie pats a spot on his chest::

[morphitudinous]

[Oh, the light flickers on in the small boy's eyes now. Billy lifts a hand to his own chest, tapping it twice.]

You believe I have a big heart? Metaphorically speaking?

[Grinning, he moves to Renne's side at the pile and slings an arm around him.]

You're exceptionally kind.

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Eee. Big bum-bum.

::Chitter-trill. A lick, then a nuzzle. And then a very devious little act, yes. A snuffling attempt at a tickle! Devious indeed!::

[morphitudinous]

[Oh dear, Bee's probably thorougly tongue-bathed by now. He's just as ticklish as his older counterpart, as Renne will find out. With a tiny laugh, he flails his hands to the sides.]

Hey! Haha---do you know how much that---hah---tickles?

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Yeeee! Ick!

::That's the whole point. Squeak-giggling, the oddity mock-"pounces" -- lightly, don't want to hurt the miniHuman! and mock-rowrs. Tickle-imp!::

Owrrr!

[morphitudinous]

[Little Billy wobbles back slightly---good thing he's sitting down. He's a fair bit less physically stable than the sixteen year old him.]

Renne, you're---haha---aksing for---whoa, haha---retaliation!

[Quickly, before he can completely dissolve helplessly into a giggle fit, he aims his little fingers for Renne's sides and attacks.]

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::Squeaks. Squeals. He's still trying to keep up his tickle-attack but had left himself rather open. Thus, the retaliation leads to his own giggling squirms::

Eeee-heee! Beee!

[morphitudinous]

Surrender!

[One hand moves to lovingly attack an ear, periodically twitching from Bee's own laughter]

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Yeee! Hee-eee-Bee-heee...

::Squirmgiggles! Ah, and successful ear-twitches aplenty!::

Noh End!

[morphitudinous]

If you say so!

[Bee extends his tiny hands, and carefully takes Renne's wrists. He doesn't want to abuse his human strength. He's forgotten about the face, though...]

Are you certain you want to continue?

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Heee!

::Giggles. Squeaking, the beastie's voice completely silences for a brief moment, as if the restraint of his hands is something to fear.
But, he's quick to recognise it all and simply leans forward in an attempt to gently sniff-nose the Human::

[morphitudinous]

[Suddenly, he fears that he scared his friend---but then the nose is all up in his personal space, brushing against his own face. That's better. He lets go of Renne's hands and smiles.]

You're creating fog on my glasses. [He doesn't sound angry. though.]

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Faw?

::Blinksniff. Ears perk forward and yes, hsi nose sniffs again. No, he has never encountered glasses or spectacles before::

[morphitudinous]

Fog. When you breathe there, it clouds the lenses. I'm unable to see. But that's not so bad---you have to deal with that all the time, correct?

[If Bee were a dog, his ears would droop. He's suddenly sad for his friend.]

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Seeee?

::He's just curious, hardly downhearted about it. Hence one last sniff, then he kind of half-curls and at least tries to...ah, the sap. Yes. Snuggle.::

[morphitudinous]

I'm not sure where I could possibly begin an explanation. Without sight, I lose a source of information about the world. I won't know where things are. But you deal with that in other ways, right?

[He sighs wistfully, then has to fight back a tiny giggle when Renne curls against his chest. The bespectacled boy carefully eases his back onto the floor, holding his new friend close.]

I'm relieved to have found you.