scawwy ✦ pickles

[recession]

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[recession]

...It's clean and fresh.

I'll take it over the front, or Prehevil, but I don't know. I think it's the tea they made me drink as penalty.

...Can't have anything nice around here, I guess...

[rimet]

[ Pickles tries to think about the kind of affection to give Daan. It's affection week, so it's really heavy on his mind. ]

I would like to make something for you to help. Is there anything I can do?

[recession]

[ Affection week is such a curse when you kind of intrinsically are craving it but you are defined by problems surrounding this. He wrings his hands awkwardly, eye glancing around at invisible things around him. ]

I don't know. They're all really insistent. I can't go with all of you...

[ He shuts his eye, brow furrowing, like that'll block it out. After a brief moment of silence, he speaks again. ]

Like alcohol. I could try flushing it out with water. Though no telling if that'd work, even if it is just regular hallucinogens...

[rimet]

What alcoholic drink would you like? I heard absinthe is very strong.

[ He could try... making absinthe in a cup. ]

[recession]

[ Pickles no... don't use your power on him... what he should drink is water but like, he's distracted. ]

Alcoholic drink... I've never had much absinthe before. The Baron kept some but it was more for collection than anything -- plenty of rumours and things surrounding the nature of absinthe. Banned in some places because of it. The green hue. Where the old gods dwell. I shouldn't have told you anything.

[rimet]

[ Pickles frowns a little and holds onto his arm again. ]

Daan.

[ Snap out of it, he wants to say, but he can't. ]

[recession]

Ah. ...Right.

My apologies, M...r. Pickles. [ He kind of started and now he has to commit to that. Well honestly lately these days he's been almost calling him Mr. anyway. You truly are the world's most respectable dog. ] What were we talking about again?

[rimet]

I wanted to make something to help you.

[ And then there was some tangent about absinthe that Pickles wasn't aware of. ]

I am fine without the mister if that makes it easier for you.

[recession]

Sorry, I'm still taking in... uh... this.

...

How did this happen again...?

[rimet]

I stepped inside a fairy circle and my body transformed into a human's.

[ No bodyswap. ]

[recession]

Why do I feel like this keeps happening to you an awful lot?

[ This is like, the third sorta adjacent Pickles transformation in less than two weeks. He distractedly pats his cheek. Pickles's (face). The neighbourhood kid that's gone off to college energy from Pickles honestly. ]

I wouldn't know how to observe you in terms of dogs [ because they're all cute obviously, ] but you have good features as a human. I'm sure you're popular.

[rimet]

... Do I?

[ Pickles blinks and his eyes wander as he thinks. ]

I never had opinions on how humans looked unless it was detrimental to me.

[ Stinky, take a bath, etc ]

But... I do not enjoy being popular.

[recession]

No? No... I guess not. You haven't come off as that sort of person. [ Or dog. Whatever. ] I do agree a quiet life would probably be best...

They're all asking me to go here or there. But I don't suppose you see them, just me going crazy.

[rimet]

Mm. I do not see nor hear them, but I hope that you will stay here.

[ Pickles wonders for a moment and draws a rubix cube in the sand. He is doing his best to try and make it seem colorful by thinking very hard about it. ]

[recession]

Thank you, for being here.

[ And then he's watching Pickles draw some kind of weird-ass grid cube in the sand. ]

...

[ What is that. Apparently it won't be invented on real world Earth for another 32 years. ]

[rimet]

Of course.

[ Pickles holds it in his hands. ]

This is a puzzle cube that is invented in my future. People who come from a future time had shown them to me and I was intrigued. It really keeps them busy. You have to spin the rows and columns to have a singular color on all sides of the cube.

[recession]

[ Do we have a cube with colour or a cube with various shades of beige. SAD BEIGE CUBE? ]

Seems a bit hard to play with paws... but now is as good of a time as ever to indulge in it.

[rimet]

[ mods confirmed 50 6 shades of beige. Have fun, Daan. By that, Pickles hands it over to him. ]

I made it for you.

[recession]

[ I'm losing it. Our beige trinket. ]

Oh...

Thank you... you didn't have to use this ability for something like this.

[ ...Moves a side into place, hearing it click. ]

[rimet]

I cannot sit here and stay complacent when you are clearly suffering, Daan.

[ Dogs wish to do things for people they like too!! He hears the click and watches eagerly. ]

[recession]

[ ...Well now he feels bad... ]

Sorry for the trouble... really. You've been getting the brunt of my little complaints here and there, I feel like.

[ Mildly going at it with this Rubik's Cube to get the kind of hang of it, and also because Pickles... he's got his eyes on it... ]

[rimet]

[ Pickles seems excited to see Daan work at the puzzle, but he still listens. ]

I am glad that you do. It helps me feel better about myself for the sake of my ego, but to see you content or satisfied is also something that I want. It is rather difficult to do as a dog, because I cannot speak my thoughts clearly.

[recession]

I don't think that's egotistical of you, or anything. It's very kind of you to say it.

[ He has to think about how to phrase it because he'd like to avoid sounding pitiful, but. ]

I've never... I don't hear it, very often.

[rimet]

In that case, I hope you hear that more often while you are here. Many people seem kind. At the very least, Marina seems attached to you.

[recession]

...

I think it's just by virtue of familiarity, there...

She doesn't know much about me. I don't know much about her. I barely know her any longer than I know the rest of you, actually.

It's impressive, how well everyone's gotten along while like that.