ITP: inappropriate orifices

[bythehorns]

[In the one of the more livable regions of the cave this afternoon (evening? who even knows, in here), Tavros is examining a troll-sized tub of green slime that the fuk dwarves have just finished making for him. It's a deep, pearly pink, and the opening at the top of it looks like...well, let's be polite and say it looks like a Georgia O'Keeffe painting. The fuk dwarves have ideas about what holes in things should look like (nsfw).]

Wow, that's, a lot fancier, than I was expecting, with the decorative folds, and everything....

((pester Tavros about his obscene home furnishings! or pester the fuk dwarves for inappropriate boons of your own. everybody needs more decorative genitals in their lives, right?))

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[sei_what]

"Tavros." That's an odd name. She turns it over in her mouth and checks it for syllables it might make a good resonance with. It seems auspicious enough.

"I'm called Shonagon," she says. It wouldn't be appropriate to give a demon the name of her family so that his bigger, fiercer parents could follow the name back to their souls. "Little Tavros can be Shonagon's friend and Shonagon will only ever ask one question about the, ah, the re...recooperatu...I'm sorry, that's a very foreign word."

[bythehorns]

"That's, really nice of you, Shonagon, so, thank you," you say. You have never had so many friends! This is a really nice cave. "And, I don't mind, if you can't say, recuperacoon, so, don't worry, about that. What was, your question?"

[sei_what]

Sei walks forward just a little--or knees, rather, it's all the same--and collects him, decorously, into a hug that's mostly sleeves. He feels small, smaller than he looks. She nearly gets a horn in the ear and this seems somehow impossibly charming.

Children. Poor thing, here alone. It's not right.

A bit mistily, she asks: "Can you tell me where to get one in a different shape?"

[bythehorns]

You may be in danger of being lost in a big pile of fancy cloth. This is far from the worst thing that has happened to you, even if it is a touch alarming. The Shonagon human smells very different from the other ones you have met so far -- there are a lot of smells here to make sense of! You try not to get distracted by that, because she asked you a question.

"You want, a human sleeping platform, right? The kind that is, all flat?" You are proud of your knowledge of human culture. "I think, the dwarves could probably make one, like that also, since, I had to tell them, how a recuperacoon goes."

[sei_what]

"I meant a bath, little one. That's what you have. It's a bath."

She lets him go and sits back on her heels, smiling. "Of course, there's nothing wrong with sleeping in your bath. But you mustn't drown, now that we're friends--can you breathe water like a fish, Tavros?"

[bythehorns]

"Oh, uh, you must be, a very fancy human," you say. You barely know anybody who calls it a bath. "I think, probably, you can get one? I hope so, because, if we are friends, I want you to have, nice things."

--Oh right, she asked you a question. "I can't, breathe actual water, because, I'm not a seadweller, but the slime, in a recuperacoon, is special. I still don't know, if humans could use it, though."

[sei_what]

"Such a sweet thing you are. Humans use water. But I suppose some commoners do bathe in slime. Ponds and such. What a distasteful thing that must be."

But she stands up and reaches out to ruffle up his hair and give him a tonk-tonk on a horn, which seems to delight her immensely.

"Thank you, Tavros. It's fortunate neither of us need to use the pond, isn't it?" She makes a sly, smirking grimace and flutters her fan goodbye. "I look forward to seeing you again."