Kommgal & The Messenger watching a memory play out !!eK/DTdS3ONO ID:Q6cZ1LOq No.5916906 View ViewReport Quoted By:
Sitting on the ground is a goblin, dressed in fine textiles and embellished with steel jewelry. He is approached by another goblin, one with yellow tints to the tips of his hair, who appears barely older than him.
“Pet. You good?”
“Galpet? Uh..?” The goblin stops burying his face underneath his arms. Momentarily.
“No, I— I am not good.”
“Ma says I can no longer be around you anymore, nor your friend group.” Pet dips his head down once more after vomiting out those words.
“Was there something- some sort of… reason?” The yellow-haired kid prods him for a while before an answer comes.
“She believes you to be of poor character - whose hair is kin to prostitutes and would make me deviate from the path of rectitude.”
( For a fifteen, sixteen year old this kid does speak well. Perhaps too well, in earnest. )
“Uh-”
“I myself don’t recall half, or one-third of the women in the Green Lamps district have dyed their— that doesn’t even- that’s fucking retarded!” Although Pet does not respond with words, his eyes are in agreement with the yellow-haired kid’s words.
“It was poorly-timed on my part. I approached her in a foul mood and the situation grew sour-” Pet takes a moment to calm his nerves before continuing. “I had approached her regarding the possibility of removing or trimming the hairs of my groin — those became stuck on the head and tugged on it with frequency and that caused me great pain. She then accused me of…… copying the behaviors of low company and the learning of things I should not.” Another long pause occurs. The yellow-haired kid taps his shoulder before silently sitting next to him.
“That.”
“That does suck. Yeah, I’ve been there; I always hated the feeling when the prick- the skin of it, peels back far enough and those hairs stick to it, and then it FUCKING tugs like a damned bow or something.”
“Well, shit. I suppose there is no changing her. If she’s that… mhm. I suppose she doesn’t have to know.” Pet shakes his head to it. “No, that is not possible. She would see the changes right away everytime she washes me.”
“… your mom washes you?”
“You- aren’t you, like, fifteen and shit?” Pet nods, begrudgingly.
“Yes. She still insists on such. I tried, Tian. I really did, but she was not the sort to be dissuaded. To even that topic up again would stir her so deeply with nothing to gain.”
“Shit. Man. I’m sorry. That’s…” Tian wishes to speak, but he too takes a pause. “She can’t govern EVERY aspect of your life, surely. What of the- the thing! The board. You have that day, well, almost the day, after the practice off, right?” Tian moves his hands around in imitation of xylophone players.
“I-”
“My mother has her own obligations during those times, so I suppose so.”
“But-”
“Still…”
“Come on.” A smirk resurfaces on Tian’s face.
