Monster (
bandagesplz) wrote in
psychoshenanigans2012-01-10 05:09 pm
Accord // Canon
[the night is young, the city is full of oddities, and there is a Monster sitting on Tabby's shoulders, clinging to her head like he's afraid he'll fall off. he also does his best to hide behind her hair when someone passes by, looking at everyone like they've got lobsters crawling out of their ears.
he is not used to people, okay.]
he is not used to people, okay.]

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I dunno. That's why it's called exploring.
[standing up on the wall, she stretches]
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[he hops up and clambers his way up her side and onto her back. his clinging is quite effective.]
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[she wasn't expecting to be climbed while standing on a wall. He's not exactly the heaviest thing ever, but he still almost throws off her balance and makes them both fall. Thankfully, she manages to save them with a little bit of flailing]
...Warn me the next time you're going to do that.
[and then, once she's sure she can do so without landing on her face, she'll hop back down to the street with her little monster backpack]
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[he makes himself comfortable with all the jostling back there. he's still hiding behind her hair here and there, but with less severity. if Tabby says he won't get in trouble, he will believe her!]
...oh! Monster just remembered. The nice Viola Lady gave Monster another name.
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A name? ...Whats a viola lady?
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[...and for a moment it would seem that he really has forgotten where he was going with that, as there's a little mental noise from his end. humming. kind of like towels in a dryer.]
Oh, Viola Lady says his name can be Ash, if he wants.
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Ash, huh? You like that name?
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[he reaches clumsily up to pat at her hair again. he may be confusing it for her actual head.]
But Tabby Mom can still call him Monster.
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[she doesn't mind the hair-patting. It's probably less bothering than a real head-pat would be.
She continues walking, picking a new destination since she can't remember her original idea]
...You were supposed to stop calling me that, remember?
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Maybe Monster is not good with names.
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[suddenly, Monster has turned into a brown, leather pack. he's hanging off of her shoulders just like before, but his arms are... well, straps now. he weighs about the same (not enough) as before, too.
and it would be a perfect disguise if not for the slight shuffling and mental giggling coming from the thing.]
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[that... that is just a little too much. She can't help but snort, and laugh a little, shrugging her shoulders and twisting her neck to look back at him]
That's something, I guess.
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[the backpack seems quite pleased with itself.]
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You're easier to carry like this, anyway.
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Monster is happy to help!
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Can you actually carry stuff?
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Monster can carry things~!
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--What the fuck??
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[he tries to pat her hair... but he doesn't have eyes, so he kind of misses and gets her ear before he's able to give her a proper hair-pat.]
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And then... yeah. She needs to figure this out. She goes to shuck him off her shoulders so she can set him on the ground and get a proper look at what the hell is going on here]
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...she only thinks about it for a minute, before she decides to pick up a few slushy pebbles from the curb and drop them in.]
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