Sometimes people got really weird about my lack of hair, sometimes they were just curious, sometimes it was assumed I was sick or something, and sometimes shit got really weird quick. I never really knew which way it was going to go in any given situation. I wasn’t really picking up any kinda vibe from the blonde until she started clutching her beanie and moving it around on her head like she was considering what it might be like to have no hair.
Coming around the back behind beings, I watched as she worked her way closer. And closer. Until she was coming up behind Kehlor, just out of his sight.
Without a word she took her beanie off and held it out to me in offering.
“Don’t you need it?” I asked quietly.
“I can make things now. I learned.” She seemed nervous, unsure, fidgeting in place. It had nothing to do with giving up her beanie. “I’ll make another,” she replied quietly. “I’m Dace, by the way.”
“Pru,” I started to say, to be interrupted.
“Eh! What you do?” the Pepe guy came rushing around Kehlor like a stormcloud with a bad attitude. “What you do, Candy-ass? What you say Kehlor female, huh?”
The way he talked about me made me feel like he thought of me as Kehlor’s property, not a person. The way he spoke to Dace, who had graciously offered me her beanie, was kinda pissing me off.
With an unhappy look his way, I darted my gaze back to Dace and smiled as I accepted the offered gift. If anything, I hoped it pissed off skunk butt.
Stuffing the beanie on my head, careful of that gash mash, I gave the male a dirty look.
“Berkr knowed it,” he crowed. “Candy-ass says bad things ‘bout Berkr! Berkr not say Candy-ass say bad things ‘bout Berkr?”
“Dace no need say bad things ‘bout Berkie. Make self look bad, show butt!” It was that voice that had been calling Jo Joalee that spoke.
Naturally my gaze dragged past Berkr and over to that voice. Blue was the first thing I noticed, the stripey things, the spot like patterns, those ears… a tail?! It just kept spiraling from there.
“Catch flies,” Celuk rumbled out teasingly, “stare at our Jo Buu like that.”
A thick finger came up and slowly closed my mouth for me. Kehlor gave a grunt as his finger drew away from my mouth. “Kitty,” I breathed, stunned stupid.
“My kitty,” his Joalee mumbled covetously, but she was smiling. Either way, it snapped me out of my stupor.
Grabbing at his ear, the blue male dipped his head self-consciously.
“She thinks you’re kick ass, baby, the bee’s knees of coolness, that’s why she’s staring. I told you you’re the rockstar of furry hunks,” his Joalee reassured him.
“Think… Think Buu cool?” the male asked, looking rather bashful for such a beast of a male. It was all rather sweet.
“Buu Rek best friend. Buu the coolest,” Rek told him.
Buu beamed at the compliment, flashing fangs and bluish gums.
“You are definitely cool,” I blurted, mouth closed but still obviously gaping.
Buu’s gaze darted my way briefly before landing on his female. He bent to hug her close, a tail coming around to wrap around her leg as he dragged her into his arms.
“He’s my Jojomine’s,” Rek informed me, hooking a thumb over his shoulder at the blue giant.
I nodded my understanding, though after the fact it felt kinda unnecessary. It wasn’t like I was going to try and take him or anything.
“You have mates,” Berkr grunted. Several loud sniffs later, he blurted, “you Lo denaii? Lepyr?”
“You know Lepyrs?” I asked curiously.
Berkr made a spluttering noise like my question had flustered him.
“Budny peoples,” Rek added. “She say she part budny peoples. Wants know we see any.”
Holding up his hands, Gofur motioned about like long ears, then mimed a fluffy butt stub.
