Likely on his way to exitvoid . . .

[oyakodon]

As unpleasant as this place sounds, you know I have no objections; on the contrary, I'm certain Bon needs me there more than ever at this point.

Besides, what other chance will I have to watch humanity up close? From what I've heard, I doubt I'll be the most unusual creature on this strange little island, so I'll be able to learn a great deal that I would never be capable of back home. There are quite a few benefits, aren't there?

And really, Bon's hair must be an absolute mess by now.

Comments

[fatbirds]

[fatbirds]

Don't overestimate yourself, Utsubushi. [WOW HEY WAY TO PRESS THE TSUN BUTTON RIGHT FROM THE GET-GO.]

[oyakodon]

Oh, my.

It really is a mess.

[ Don't mind him patting himself down for his set of brushes and combs... ]

[fatbirds]

I survived just fine before you, and I'm fine without you too!

[oyakodon]

Of course, Bon.

[ Placating? He would never. Instead he has his comb at the ready, gently urging his creator over with one hand. ]

Come, let me clean you up.

[fatbirds]

I don't need to be cleaned up. [HE HUFFS but turns around nonetheless and PLONKS onto the floor, tossing his hair over his shoulder. When did Utsubushi become such a nervous preener....?]

[oyakodon]

Mmm-hmm.

[ Kneeling down, he takes up Bonten's hair in one hand, gingerly working the comb through with the other; he's quite good at what he does, making sure it doesn't snag at all. ]

I have heard you no longer have your abilities as Heaven's Seat... Have you kept safe in this place? It sounds very dangerous...

[ He doesn't bother trying to disguise the concern in his voice. No one likes to see their father in danger, after all. ]

Apologies for characterisation. . .!!!

[gemking]

Your costume—


. . . .


It's quite impressive. 80 points.

[oyakodon]

[ ...wut ]

Costume?

[gemking]

Your attire.

[oyakodon]

[ He looks down at his clothing. ]

This is not a costume... I wear these clothes every day.

[gemking]

Your dedication is rather impressive then.

[oyakodon]

...Do most not wear clothes every day? I thought that was human custom...

[hiwa]

What are you supposed to be? Some kind of fat butler?

[oyakodon]

[ Whoa wait a minute is that- ]

...Bon?

[hiwa]

Who?

[oyakodon]

[ He actually needs to crouch down to get a good look at you, Hiwa. You are awfully bitty compared to him. ]

You... You look remarkably similar to the person one who created me. Bonten.

[hiwa]

[Yeah? You're an effin' big feather duster, aren't you.]

Never heard of him. [He's unimpressed.] Is he connected with that phony princess? ['Bonten' sounds like the kind of asshole name that fake would like.]

[oyakodon]

[ If he had an eyebrow, he would raise it. ]

Do you speak of Ginshu?

[muet]

[ A bird. ]

[oyakodon]

[ Blink blink. Pardon him while he leans down to get a good look at you, tiny thing. ]

...Yes?

[muet]

[ Nill shrinks back, unsure and slightly frightened. He was towering.

H-Hello.

Her mouth moves to say, but her words are swallowed by silence. ]

[oyakodon]

[ Oh dear. Yes, he does loom, no matter how accidental it may be. To try and cut less of an imposing figure he kneels down, folding his wings in close to his back. ]

Hello there. Don't worry, I will not harm you.

[muet]

[ Reassured by his actions and composure, Nill stood a little straighter. The wings lifted on her back as she gathered her strength to try again.

'Hello'.

She mouths. This time a little more confident about her silent salutation. ]

[oyakodon]

[ He notices the wings with curious surprise, tilting his head. ]

Oh, my -- those are some very lovely wings you have there, young lady. May I have a look at them?