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It appeared to be an add like any other. Sychobunns™ were the hottest trend at the moment, and everyone wanted them. Private households couldn’t really afford them though, unless they bought used ones, usually the already scraped first generation which isn’t produced anymore.
Looking through the regular designs always made most people just incredibly jealous not having enough money to buy them. But this add promised something affordable. Something for a normal single living person to be able to buy.
Sure it may be illegal, but who cares? This company produced and sold Sychobunns™ that were affordable and promised the same as the originals.
The fine print pointed out that most Sychobunns™ they sold would have some sort of powers, and may be a bit mentally unstable, but who reads that anyways?One of these Sychobunns™ was just a tad cheaper than most of them, though pretty much all of them were in an affordable range.
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Petite
Markus nodded lightly at the first question. He was indeed cold, he got cold very easily. He didn’t really want anything to eat, he didn’t have any appetite after what happened. He just wanted to be warm, and safe.
Petite
Markus didn’t have any troubles walking down stairs. He had been blind for years, and even if Agnes didn’t know, he wasn’t exactly homeless. He had no clue if she thought he was, though she certainly treated him like it.
Well, technically, he supposed he was half homeless. He had shared his home with his boyfriend before, who took over paying for it. And since Markus was more than happy to be away from that alpha, he guessed he didn’t have a home anymore. Though he really wanted his things.
Agnes did assume he was homeless, only because she found him like she did. When they got to the bottom of the stairs, she kept holding onto his hand. She didn’t want him to fall.
“Did you have any possessions anywhere that you want me to go get? I could do so easily.” She wanted him to be as comfortable as possible.
“Yes please.”, Markus replied quietly and nodded. He told her his address, tugging on his sweater a little.
“My… ex-boyfriend lives there though… please be careful..”, he mumbled. “I just really want my bunny….”.
He didn’t have any stuffed toys except his bunny, and he barely had anything else soft he really liked. He had a few books in braille though, and his knitting things. And his phone should be at home still too.
Checking in
The little spirit plopped down on the ground, watching curiously as Quinton laid down the book and opened the pencils. Curiously they pulled out the blues, tilting his head.
“Blue and blue?”, they asked, looking to Quinton. Why were there two different blues? Or rather, how were they supposed to say which blue they liked more, if they were both named blue?
Help me
“Wanna stay cuddled.”, Markus muttered. He didn’t want to move in the slightest, he just wanted to be here with Bing and enjoy being here. He was warm, and cozy, and safe.
“Later.”, he mumbled. Just for a little while at least.
Bing laughs softly as he continued gently purring, rubbing Markus’ back, and playing with his hair. He wanted to see if Markus would fall asleep, and if he did, what he’d do.
“You’re cute like this. You look so comfy,” he said smiling and laughing softly.
“We’ll get you some good food later, but for now you can take a nap if you want. I don’t mind.”
“Mhh…”, Markus hummed lightly. A nap did sound good as well, Bing had a point. He did fall asleep after a while, comfortable on top of Bing. It was just really nice to be so close to him.
The next few days weren’t much different. Markus’ scent got sweeter and a bit stronger, and he clung a lot to both Arthur and Bing.
It was early in the morning when he woke up feeling hot and needy, whining as he clung to Arthur.
Checking in
“Blue! Sky!”, they happily repeated. “Sky with clouds! Blue sky and white clouds! Brown trees and brown dirt!”. They were very excited just learning words and repeating them, speaking. Speaking was fun!
“Blue white brown!! Colours!”, they wanted to know about everything! Every colour and thing! They loved hearing about every little thing!
Quinton listened and chuckled, nodding encoragingly to every word that they got right. “And the grass, and leaves are green.” He adds, looking around for other things to teach and say.
“Do you know the bits about you?” He questions, leaving a pause mainly to re-engage the little one. Before he gently took the others hand. “Your hands, and your fingers.” He danced his own finger over each digit. “For touching, and holding, and doing lots of things with..”
He stopped again, and moved his other hand, this time, deciding on something fun, the flame reappeared in his palm, but within a few moments, the flames flickered out and he had an empty colouring book, and a packet of pencils. “Would you like to play with more colours?” He offers, holding out the new items.
“Greeen!”, they happily giggled, nodding. They looked curious when Quinton took their hand, watching. Oh! Hands, and fingers! They smiled, happy to be learning.
They watched entranced when Quinton made something appear in his hand, eyes wide. “Play with colours!”, they nodded, excited. They wanted to do that! That looked so nice and fun!
/ Bedtime
Petite
Markus didn’t have any troubles walking down stairs. He had been blind for years, and even if Agnes didn’t know, he wasn’t exactly homeless. He had no clue if she thought he was, though she certainly treated him like it.
Well, technically, he supposed he was half homeless. He had shared his home with his boyfriend before, who took over paying for it. And since Markus was more than happy to be away from that alpha, he guessed he didn’t have a home anymore. Though he really wanted his things.
I drew more Nana yooo
Petite
“’m sure…”, Markus replied softly. He’d eat sometime. Probably. Maybe tomorrow. He wouldn’t agree or ask for food at the very least.
He shifted where he stood, gaze on the ground.
“If you say so.” Agnes sighs softly and frowns. She takes his hand gently and leads him out. “There are stairs here. Would you rather walk, or have me carry you?”
She was worried about him. She wanted him to be safe.
“Walk, please.”, Markus replied quietly, holding onto Agnes hand. He needed her help, being blind and all, but he wanted to walk. He felt too disoriented when he was carried and didn’t know the layout yet.
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