" What are you do- " Aww his words are getting muffled. Huffing.

This is getting out of hand. Why are there two blue jesters?

" Heh. Ow- " Curling up like a wooly caterpillar. Owie.

Now he is pretending to be dead. Oh no. He is going bleeeeeeh.

" Oh shi- " He is now buried in blue bows. The wings fluttered helplessly underneath the pile.

" The void. " Makes sense.

" I am not delusional, my friend. " Two purple bows. Where is he getting these from.

" No- I was laughing at the screech you made. " A third bow. It's purple this time.

Another wheeze. You, you good, old man? " You sure? "

Sunny♡ Smilk when

Ph! He's letting out a genuine laugh and not like the crazed one he did all those years ago. A slight wheeze. " Calm yourself. It's just a bow. "

Slapping another pink bow on him. This one helped the other Boe. " You are phobic to the pink. " SSalt please. You are tormenting him with the pink.

The bow probably did offend his entire lineage. It probably killed his family. Slash joke. " Why are you looking at it like that? What did it do to you? "

" It is quite believable that a mummified husk gets cold easily. " Pulling out a large pink bow from a pocket on his shirt and slaps it on Smilk. Good lort. " You fiend. "

" I am just cold. That's all. " Grumbling. How dare he fall for him. " How dare you... "

" You...! Don't make my act of being calm and collected crumble! " It's already crumbling. Is he trembling? Mimicking a pout.

" What you said was... a bit unexpected. " He is trying so hard to keep it together. Peeking through his fingers.

Looking extremely bashful. Oh my. That sure made him speechless. Covering his face with his hands.

" Oh my.. " Blink blink. He's getting very flustered. Great job, Smilk.

" I will become dust if you do that. " Is he shedding the shimmer all over the place? Stop that. It's getting everywhere. " I dunnnnooooo. Do whatever. "

" I was adored. Not anymore, however. " Sprinkling some of the shimmer onto the pages. SSalt, you goof. " I made your research pretty. "

" Very specific items. I think they were homemade? I do remember seeing one of the village kids hand over the kit. " A weak flutter for the wings. A wince. " I think they wanted their dear old Lord Commander to look his best. "

" Pfft... sparkly jester. " His heart melted at the sneeze. Awww. " The thing is... my wings required extra care back in the day. I was one of a kind. "

" The joints are just weak. " Getting a handful of shimmer and blowing it towards him. Glittery Smilk, glittery Smilk. " That is if you can find the kit. "

" It is. I can't really do much about it though. " But he can try to take care of them again. Brushing his hands over the wings to swipe off excess shimmer. He's shedding. " I had a kit somewhere. Maybe it got lost. "

" Faint foresight. It isn't pleasant. " He isn't sure if it works anymore. Folding his wings with a wince. " ow. "

" I so have an admiration for the moon. Even though it does cause me some headaches some nights. " Fluttering the wings again. They must've been gorgeous when full. Although they haven't been used for a long time.

" You can hold them... if you want. " The wings still have a glittery effect. In some angles, the moon patterns change to the different phases. Mostly the full moon phase. Wowie.

" When did I tell you to stop? " Fluttering the remains of the wings. There are faint moon patterns on them :(. How dare those chains tear his wings.

" I...- no. It's just the chains torn them. " Please stop looking at him like that. He's feeling guilty about not letting her touch the wings.

" Please don't tear them... " The wings trembled again. Twitching like a buge's wings. Möff.

" Hey-! Those are sensitive! " A shudder. Woah. The wings tremble under her touch. Möff.

" Oh those? They are just part of my cape. " What a horrible half lie. The wings look torn and rotted. :(

" What was what? " Now don't be so sly about it. Woah torn wings are being spread. Buge 🫵

" Awful habit. You know this. " Now he's stretching. Faint crackling of unused, torn wings were heard. Hehe buge.

Spreading out the remains of the moth wings. A loud crackling noise coming from them.

" My apologies. My mind tends to overthink things. " He is still cupping her face. Worst case of anxiety goes to this guy.

" Nuh uh. " Aww he backed away :(. He got too scared of being close.

" No you don't. " Homosexuals even. This is scary!!

" You sound like a squeaky toy. " Good lord. Even more PDA. How queerious.

" Are you sure? " Good lord, he's nuzzling against her nose. GAY. QUEER. OTHER WORDS FOR THE GAYS.

" Too close? I can back up if you want? " Gazing into her eyes. Woah man, that's too close. Does he not know of personal space.

" Yuh uh. " Leaning closer to her. Personal space, bud. Oh great heavens, they're touching noses.

" Yes you are. " Cupping her face, his thumb on one side while the rest of his fingers are on the other side. Woah.

" It seems I have made you... flustered. " Placing a hand on her cheek, caressing it with a thumb.

" I see... " Waiting patiently for her to show her face again. Everyone can see them being queer.

" I am not little. " Tilting his head. He is curious on why she's hiding her face. Queers... the both of them.

" I was just following what m'lady said. " Staring down at his hand. Rubbing his thumb against her hand. Woah man.

" Oh okay.. " Silencing himself. Humming faintly to himself.

" Heh. I guess the moth got your tongue. " He is definitely smiling despite the fact that he can't express it anymore. 🏳️‍🌈🫵