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[hot_mess_express]

Who: Heroes
When: Day 36 night
Where: Back outside the train

[Well. You’re all in some kind of. State. A rather chagrined voice mutters on the wind;]

That isn’t quite how I envisioned it going…

[At any rate! There are new stars in the sky in ginger goldenrod, thyme apple and senna terracotta.

Well how are you all doing?]

Comments

[crimeson]

[UNSURE... but...]

Do you-- mind coming down here?

[fisherofmen]

[ hums

jumps down - from here he looks like he's of normal height rather than mini, his eyes normal ]

Hm? What's up?

[crimeson]

[oh he's

hiding

mmmmhhhhhh

but last time you pushed him you immediately blew his secret!! even if you already know what's under the illusions this time...]

Sit with me? Is that okay?

[fisherofmen]

Sure, if you're okay with it.

[crimeson]

I'd like it, I think.

[fisherofmen]

[ . . . sitting right there, then ]

Okay.

[crimeson]

[randy's really... huge like this. he was huge already, but wolves are also just enormous, and he's an enormous wolf.

but he's carefully edging close enough to brush his furry side against cael.]

[fisherofmen]

[ actually when he gets close enough to touch him he goes right through, and up against mini cael's actual mini body thru the illusions ]

Comfortable?

[crimeson]

[oh.

that's... a little better, then.]

Mmhm.

[fisherofmen]

[ closes his eyes, leans a little more against him which means he can more feel small cael ]

Good.

[crimeson]

...

Is it tiring, hiding like that...?

[fisherofmen]

. . .

Yeah.

But it's better than being exposed.

[crimeson]

Is there somewhere you'd feel safe enough to stop?

[fisherofmen]

[ with a lofty shrug ]

You're asking for more than you realize.

[crimeson]

...Is it too much?

[fisherofmen]

. . . It's unpleasant. You won't want to see it.

[crimeson]

We're all pretty messed up...

1/2

[fisherofmen]

. . .

[fisherofmen]

You know, you sound like you're propositioning me. But I'm pretty small right now, so I can't really do anything all that exciting?

[crimeson]

... I'm a wolf?

[fisherofmen]

You can turn back, can't you?

[crimeson]

I can. Do you want me to?

[fisherofmen]

. . .

Do what you like. I don't care.

[crimeson]

... But you surely have a preference.

[fisherofmen]

[ stretching his arms out and above his head, before slumping against him - not quite relaxed ]

I don't.