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sticksandbones2026-02-11 07:03 pm
lupusxylem) wrote in sticksandbones2026-02-11 07:03 pm
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Come closer. Do Not resist. [OPEN]
Who: Bartholomew the Dachsologie (and Wolfwood) And YOU!
What: Being stuck inside is Getting to Wolfwood so he's been trying to teach his Dachsologie to say things. You can imagine how this goes.
When: Throughout the month
Where: The Inn
Warnings: Bad words because it's Wolfwood
[Wolfwood has a Dachsologie, one of the little artifact pets that come from Ain and Elsword's world. This is nothing new. His name is Bartholomew (Mew for short) and he's grown one (1) size since Wolfwood got him. He is now corgi sized with short legs, but that doesn't change the fact that he's all over the place constantly, begging to be held constantly, and begging Wolfwood in specific to hold him in his shirt like he used to when he was the size of a bagel. Time sure flies.
Well, it seems that Wolfwood has been treating Mew like...well, like a parrot, saying things to him (intentionally or not), trying to teach him phrases like you would a pet bird. And, alarmingly, it seems to have been working.
If you're downstairs at a level where Mew can hop up next to you on the couch, or in your seat, he'll look at you with his OvO big eyes and chirp in a very bird-like kind of voice (you know the one):]
Ooo! Hi baby!
[And then press his little face to your cheek, hold it there for a minute, and then swing his head back.]
MWAH!!
[There are also times where he'll just look OvO at you OvO and say:]
Fuck! God damn it!! Son of a biiiiiiiiitch!
[Wolfwood is not currently in the room. He does not know his son is cussing and kissing people.]
What: Being stuck inside is Getting to Wolfwood so he's been trying to teach his Dachsologie to say things. You can imagine how this goes.
When: Throughout the month
Where: The Inn
Warnings: Bad words because it's Wolfwood
[Wolfwood has a Dachsologie, one of the little artifact pets that come from Ain and Elsword's world. This is nothing new. His name is Bartholomew (Mew for short) and he's grown one (1) size since Wolfwood got him. He is now corgi sized with short legs, but that doesn't change the fact that he's all over the place constantly, begging to be held constantly, and begging Wolfwood in specific to hold him in his shirt like he used to when he was the size of a bagel. Time sure flies.
Well, it seems that Wolfwood has been treating Mew like...well, like a parrot, saying things to him (intentionally or not), trying to teach him phrases like you would a pet bird. And, alarmingly, it seems to have been working.
If you're downstairs at a level where Mew can hop up next to you on the couch, or in your seat, he'll look at you with his OvO big eyes and chirp in a very bird-like kind of voice (you know the one):]
Ooo! Hi baby!
[And then press his little face to your cheek, hold it there for a minute, and then swing his head back.]
MWAH!!
[There are also times where he'll just look OvO at you OvO and say:]
Fuck! God damn it!! Son of a biiiiiiiiitch!
[Wolfwood is not currently in the room. He does not know his son is cussing and kissing people.]
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[ But it is also very cute. Staaaare. Its looking at him so he's looking back. He wonders if it likes scritches. ]
... You're that guy who's around Flamebringer a lot.