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[Here he is, moogled, minied, and stupid-ified, after having pretty much run himself into exhaustion going no particular direction. He has managed, however, to find his way to Ammy's forest, and is currently nibbling away at the leaves of one of the lampflowers Angela planted there, pompom bobbing. He's the size of a baby bunny. The little wings on his back give an occasional flap as he eats.]

Kupopo.

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[Nuuuu not coming out. He wriggles further into the foliage.]

Come on, Firo. [ Sigh, she sits up and digs in her bag again. She cracks open a magic walnut and leaves sparkly pieces of it in a trail leading out of the foliage. ]

[Sniff sniff. And he's creeping out and nibbling at one, then picking it up and eating it, following the trail out and eating them all as he comes.

And uh. He's sort of sparkling a little bit.]

[ Hello, sparkly little moogle. You've been nabbed. ] Gotcha!

[He squeaks and drops his bit of walnut.]

Shhhh, not going to hurt you, remember? [ Angela scratches him under the chin. ] Really, Firo, what am I going to do with you?

[Well, the chin scratchings are pretty nice... but he is distracted by the fallen walnut.]

[ Angela follows his little eyes down and picks up the piece of nut and offers it with her other hand. ] Here. Munch on that while I think.

[Omnomnom walnut. And now he is licking crumbs off of his paws and sniffing around for more.]

[ Angela's trying to think but she's distracted by the cute. She takes out the good stuff now, breaking off a piece of a Pakkun chocolate small enough that he can manage. ] You're going to hate me when you come to, aren't you? Shouldn't have brought that stuff here without locking it up first.

[Omnomnom chocolate. Someone is greedy and oblivious at the moment.] Kupo! [And now he has chocolate all over his nose.]

[ Angela giggles, using one finger to brush the chocolate and leftover battum eye off his little nose. ] I know you hate me calling you this, but you are so incredibly cute.

[Blinks up at her.] Kukupo?

[It occurs to him, somewhat vaguely, that he likes this person.]

[ She tips her head at him. ] Hmm, what is it?

[ She loosens her grip on him experimentally. Maybe he'll stay put now that she's given him chocolate. ]

[Well. Sort of? He's not running away at least. He's just squirreling his way into her bag to see what else he can find.] Po!

Hey, hey, out of there, you glutton. [ She plucks him up by his little wings and lifts him out. ] You've already eaten five times your weight by now.

[And he comes out drinking Mama Poto Oil, his fuzzy little tummy stretching a bit to accommodate his piggishness. He is also bright gold now, gj Firo.]

No. Bad moogle. [ Angela takes the oil bottle from him, then wipes off his little mouth. ] You're going to get a stomach ache, mister.

Kupo... [HE SWEARS HE KNOWS THIS PERSON.]

La, kupo.

La kupo? Are you talking in French again? [ Have a seat on Angela's chest while she reclines, Firo. ]

[Hopping up to her neck and bracing his paws on her chin while he looks down at her. Or sort of up her nose, but whatever.]

La, kupo! [Pause. Starting to be very confused. Because this angle is wrong somehow.] ...what, kupo?

[ Giggle. ] Hey, that tickles. [ She scoops him up again and turns on her side, looking at him. ] You don't like to stay put, do you?

[Blink. Blink.] Angie, kupo.

[It's coming, wait, it's coming--] Angie...kupo?

[Annnnd it's there.] A-Angela, kukupo?!

[Cue itty bitty fuzzy freakout.] Wh-what the hell, ku! Y-you're huge, kukupo! Why am I talking like this, kupo? Why am I fuzzy, kupopo?!

[ a;lskdjf;aldkfjadf. She's sitting up now. ] Firo! Relax, it's okay! Don't you remember what happened?

N-no, po! Wh-where are we, kupo?! Th-this isn't okay, kupopo! I'm goddamn fuzzy, po! I'm... kupo... I'm... sparkly, kupo. And gold kupo. P-please tell me this isn't the Twins again, p-po....