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[on this fine day, Monster has decided to play with all of the toys he's been gathering up! his door is wiiiide open, though some of his things have been dragged out into the hallway. a teddy bear with a missing limb, a roller skate, some books that have various levels of bloody little fingerprint smears on them.

Monster himself is humming (telepathically, of course) in his room. surrounded by all the bizarre, nostalgic things he's collected up, his main focus seems to be on disassembling an old tricycle. shape-shifting his fingers to undo bolts and playing around with all the individual parts. this is probably not how you use a tricycle.

whoops! one of the wheels just rolled out into the hall too. C:]

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[it doesn't take much effort to drop in altitude--she's been feeling pretty raggedy lately.

so, down she flutters, until she's suddenly girl-shaped again and plopping down to sit where he indicated!]

[Monster smiles at her, but... oh... goodness.]

Her wings are all old. She looks tired.

[confused look!] Is Moth Girl sick?

[not sick, just old. She keeps running into things and people keep petting her, so she's come apart a little bit.

She doesn't think about it for very long however, before her attention moves to him. And his bloody face.

Why is he still salty and bleeding? Doesn't that ever stop?]

[oh, people get old all the time. so he stops thinking about that and touches his own face a little.]

Oh, Monster tries, but his face just keeps getting all red.

[oh, well, there's obviously only one course of action here.

stick out her skinny little tongue and taste his face.]

Uaaaah...!

[that feels so weird!]

What does Monster taste like?

[and then come the antennae, feathering over where she licked. More tasting!

He tastes like salt. And minerals. Iron. Blood. And things like dirt, of course.]

Monster likes dirt. It doesn't taste very good, th... th...

[...giggle. giggle giggle giggle, wiggling his feet.]

[finally, she's satisfied with her tasting and leaves his face alone.

And she flutters her wings in response to his wiggling. It just seems like the thing to do, though she doesn't know why he was wiggling in the first place, or why he stopped]

Hm, hehehehe. It tickles when Moth Girl does that.

[he reaches over and holds up the big spiky gear towards her.]

What does this thing taste like?

[oh, she'll find out! Even though it doesn't look very good.

She tastes it anyway, first with waving antennae, and then with her tongue.

...Annnnd then, after a moment for it to really sink in, she makes a face.

It tastes like minerals, but the actual metal kind, and dirt and gross and lots like nasty gear grease]

[he tries to copy her face, but only ends up making a sound like fluttering old paper when he opens his empty abyss of a mouth.]

That does not sound good. Monster hopes his face tastes better.

[his face tasted much better. There was nothing good about that gear at all.

Which makes her wonder why he had her taste it. Which makes her wonder why he has those metal things in the first place]

Monster just wanted to know. He's sorry...

[but he looks down at his piles of metal things, and holds up a smaller connecting piece so that she can see.]

Tabby Mom gave Monster a toy, but it was too big...! So he made it smaller.

[can't... can't he do his own tasting?

this is all--even just thinking about it--is only making her more hungry for good minerals and sweet things. She can still taste all the gross.]

...Monster has no tongue.

[he opens his mouth to show her the empty black abyss inside. that's his reasoning okok.]

[ohhh... she takes a break from her melodramatic gross-face-making to blink and lean forward, peering into the utter black of his mouth.

How weird. She'd really thought that things like him usually have tongues.]

Not Monster. He's just empty.

[he closes his mouth again. :I]

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