(Iâd love too! Anti or dark?)
Markus whined when Anti pulled his hand away, lips wet with saliva, a string connecting them to Anti’s fingers.
He sniffled, and bit on the block again.
(Iâd love too! Anti or dark?)
Markus whined when Anti pulled his hand away, lips wet with saliva, a string connecting them to Anti’s fingers.
He sniffled, and bit on the block again.
(Iâd love too! Anti or dark?)
Markus made a happy noise and stuck Antiâs fingers into his mouth, happily sucking on them. That was nice. Different from his thumb, but really nice. He liked that it was Antiâs hand, and he could hold it as he sucked on his fingers.
Anti chuckles softly and kisses his head. He carries him and his stuff in his free arm to his office. Once them get their he sits on his seat. âCan I have my hand back little one? Daddy needs to work.
Markus shook his head. He didn’t want to! He continued happily sucking away, clearly having a lot of experience with having things in his mouth to suck, as his tongue played with the digits. But Markus was for once enjoying himself.
(Iâd love too! Anti or dark?)
Markus hummed and nodded. He sucked on his thumb again, happily swinging his legs in his high chair. He liked sitting higher and swinging his legs. And he liked having the little table, it made finding his food a lot easier. The collar was already a feeling he was used to and didn’t even notice anymore.
Host loved animals. He had a cat already, and he loved him very much, and he always visited shelters to see if there was anything he could do. It was rare for him to be told there was a neko though, especially one that had been given up so much before.
He letâs someone guide him to the kennel, crouching down in front of it.
âHello there.â, he spoke, voice quiet and soft, smiling softly.ÂâAlright.â, Host replied and smiled softly, watching Anti a little. He wished he could see Anti. He often missed his sight.
âBut rather walk twice than carry too much at once.â, he didnât want Anti to drop something, hurt himself. Or get in trouble with Author, since he could tell those two werenât the best of friends.
ââKay!â Anti leaned up to nuzzle Hostâs cheek in a kiss before slipping off the bed. His scampering footsteps could be heard until they faded off as he went to the kitchen. His plan was to make sandwiches, since those were one of the few things he knew how to make. For a moment, he almost just climbed onto the counter, but then decided to use a chair since Author had been annoyed when he climbed on things.
Anti was very careful when he made the sandwiches, especially since one was going to be for Host. His brow furrowed in concentration and his tongue was sticking out of the corner of his mouth. He did climb onto the counter to grab plates for the two of them, but otherwise pushed the chair around if he needed to gain access to places, like the fridge.
After a while, while Host was waiting for Anti, Author came to check up on him. Asking about his ankle, scolding him for walking around.
It didn’t take too long and they were arguing though. “You shouldn’t have gone outside.”, “I told you I’d be out with Anti.”. “You know when I work I don’t pay a lot of attention.”. “We planned to come back. Anti can see, and smell our scents.”. “But it fucking rained!”. “We didn’t know it was going to.”. “Can’t your fucking kid see the sky get darker?”. “We were having fun. He didn’t pay attention to the sky. And I didn’t ask about it.”. “You could have seriously hurt yourself!”.
Author’s voice was loud as he argued, while Host stayed calm. Author was worried, he could tell from the slight cracks in his voice, without needing to see his face. But Author was also angry. Angry at himself for letting Host get hurt.
(Iâd love too! Anti or dark?)
âMhmh.â, Markus shook his head lightly and giggled. ââm down.â, he said and giggled more. Because he was laying! He wasnât up, he was down!
Anti chuckles softly. âYeah baby you are down. How about I help ya get up?â He picks Markus up and goes to change his diaper from the night.
Markus squeaked when he was picked up, but happily nuzzled against Anti. He hadn’t wet during the night, though he did feel a slight pressure from the bottle last night. Nothing urgent though.
The Host was known as the blind pirate across the seas. Half blind due to an incident at sea, having almost been killed by sirens. It had made Host wish he had no desires, but sadly, he couldnât change the fact that he had something he wished for.
They were on sea again, Host currently in his cabin as he looked over a map for the next treasure they wanted to dig up. And then suddenly, he could hear something happening on board, making him stand up. One eye closed, scars over it, and scars around his other eye as well. He couldnât see very well anymore, but he would never stop sailing the sea even if he were blind.
Host opened the door right as another crewmember was about to knock.
âCaptân, we caught a siren.â, the man said. Host didnât reply and instead pushed past him, to go see for himself.The siren wanted to answer âyesâ, but that was when another dose of blood bubbled up his throat. He turned his face away from Markus and began to cough into his palm. This time more blood came out him than earlier, and he knew he wouldnât survive without help.
He cleaned his hands in the water and turned back around to his friend, palcing a gentle kiss on his lips. Therewas still a taste of blood lingering in his mouth.
Markus became very worried seeing Dark cough up blood. The kiss did surprise him, but it didn’t take his mind away from his hurt friend.
“You’re hurt. Badly. Let me help, somehow, please.”, he was worried he’d lose Dark. Especially since he was coughing up blood, that worried him the most. He hoped he could help Dark.
(Iâd love too! Anti or dark?)
“Mhmh.”, Markus shook his head lightly and giggled. “’m down.”, he said and giggled more. Because he was laying! He wasn’t up, he was down!
Host loved animals. He had a cat already, and he loved him very much, and he always visited shelters to see if there was anything he could do. It was rare for him to be told there was a neko though, especially one that had been given up so much before.
He letâs someone guide him to the kennel, crouching down in front of it.
âHello there.â, he spoke, voice quiet and soft, smiling softly.Â
“Alright.”, Host replied and smiled softly, watching Anti a little. He wished he could see Anti. He often missed his sight.
“But rather walk twice than carry too much at once.”, he didn’t want Anti to drop something, hurt himself. Or get in trouble with Author, since he could tell those two weren’t the best of friends.
(Iâd love too! Anti or dark?)
Markus slept peacefully, sucking his paci and cuddling his bunnies. Some time during the night he lost the pacifier, though that didnât stop him at all.
He woke up again some time during the morning, but only nuzzled closer to his bunnies, enjoying feeling the softness on his face.
Anti coos when he woke up and went to check up on markus. His baby was just too cute. He went to go make some breakfast.
While Anti was gone, Markus rolled onto his back. He sucked on his thumb again, holding his favorite bunny on top of his chest. It was nice. It was quiet, and he was cared for. He enjoyed it a lot.
Host nodded. He sucked his thumb and hummed slightly as he waited, ears twitching at the sounds Anti was making. They perked up visibly as he heard the rustling of a bag. Rustling bags always were good food! He wondered if he got some of that. He wouldnât be surprised if not, though.
He perked up when he heard Anti come back, trying to look towards him.
âOkai!â, he smiled and nodded. He hummed as he was picked up, shifting once he was sitting again. He made a small sound when his hand touched the bowl, and he pulled it a little closer, leaning down to sniff it.He shifted to be differently seated, so he could be on his knees and hands, leaning over the bowl to lap the milk up.
Anti smiled as he watched Host drink his milk. He had to admit, it was an adorable sight. âI got some Cheerios for you too if youâre still hungry after you finish your milk,â He told him. He gave him a light scratch behind the ears and pet his back while Host lapped up the milk.
He was really happy he had found the little neko, he enjoyed having him around, having someone to take care of. He hoped he never had to lose him, for any reason. Itâd tear his heart to pieces to not have him around anymore, and he hadnât even known him for a day yet.
Host was really happy. He got milk, and pets, and something called Cheerios! And he had a mommy that loved him! He couldn’t ask for more.
The milk was a little too much for him, so when he was done, there was still some left. He sat back on his feet than, staying on his knees.
“Wha’sh Cheewiosh?”, he asked, tilting his head. Was that what had come out the rustling back? He hoped it was something good!