Catch-all; Beau

[momming]

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w3, monday

[disreguarded]

[gooooood morning otome, beau is... carrying a little thing in her arms? it looks like this and it seems pretty chill. just looking around.

beau grins, and waves.]

[momming]

[ what is this small tusked panther what--

She looks more confused than alarmed, at least. ]

New friend, Beau?

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Oh - yeah. It's called a Moorbounder. I figured I should use my fuckin' coupon thing before it expired, so.

Hey. [she says to the tiny panther thing, who wriggles in her grip.] Be nice to Otome. Don't bite.

[momming]

A Moorbounder...

[ she sounds fascinated. ]

Does he-- she? Have a name yet?

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He. Yeah, it's Fjord.

[which she finds intensely amusing for some reason.]

They're usually way bigger than this, but it's probably a good thing he's not because they're really ruthless when they're hungry.

[momming]

Sounds like most growing boys I know.

[ Only cuter. ]

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[that makes her laugh.]

Gods. The actual Fjord would splutter if he could hear you say that.

[momming]

More than he might splutter to know you've named such an adorable creature after him?

[ He sounds interesting. ]

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He's got a weakness for cute ladies. The naming the moorbounder after him thing would just get him to roll his eyes.

[the nein are good at roasting each other]

[momming]

But it's also cute! Though I suppose that might not be the case if it was bigger...

[ that's true friendship ]

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He'd scream if it was bigger. Big baby.

[he's easy to make fun of! lovingly. which - case in point with some bonus mollymauk lore, a memory shivers into view, just to start them off.]

[momming]

[ Aww. She blinks as the laughter fades out, pensive. ]

Your friends...?

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[a beat. she looks kind of sad, actually. she misses all of them a lot.]

... Yeah. Uh, the green one with the accent problems is Fjord. [... she brings her fingers up and simulates little tusks coming out of her mouth.] Same teeth.

[momming]

...

[ Beau looks sad, but Beau is also dealing with a... Moorbounder? Tusky baby. So Otome just reaches out to rest a hand on her shoulder. ]

Aptly named, then. You all seem very close.

[disreguarded]

[the hand helps! beau smiles a little at that.]

I like to think so. We're a bunch of assholes, but we're our assholes, if that makes sense.

[momming]

Mm, I'd say so. Some of our group members can be a little... abrasive and prone to, er. Reckless behavior, but... it wouldn't be them, otherwise.

[ Otome: yes I know and have adopted many assholes ]

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[she laughs.]

You can say asshole too. I won't tell any of the kids.

[momming]

[ She taps her chin with a wink. ]

I'm afraid such words are a little beyond me.

[disreguarded]

Aw, come on! [she laughs.] Come on, just one asshole! What about a bastard, just one.

[momming]

No, not that either.

[ Still smiling. ]

I think one of them has referred to another as a "little shit" before, though.

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[HFFFF beau bursts into laughter

she wasn't expecting the shit, okay! god]

[momming]

[ It hits harder when you never curse. ]

Too much?

[disreguarded]

Nah. You're never too much.

[... a pause.] Hey - sidenote, just a, you know, a casual question or whatever - you done that task this week yet?

[momming]

Oh-- no, not yet. I wasn't exactly sure if I was just supposed to discuss a hypothetical date with someone?

[ It's been awhile since she actually went on one. ]

[disreguarded]

I think... that's what you're supposed to do? [she has no idea.] I mean - if you need one, we could probably talk about it.