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[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[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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[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

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.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

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

La, kupo.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

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

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[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?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ 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?

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[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?!

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

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

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

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....

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

No, no, it's not. It's just some silly stuff that happened. [ She automatically starts petting him, hoping it'll calm him down. ] You got stuck with the moogle badge. You're a moogle right now. Mini, too. Then you ran off and ate a battum eye and didn't seem to recognize me anymore.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[It does calm him down. Sort of melts him, actually, so he's laying there in a little gold purring poof of fur. He gives her a still somewhat-hazy look, which is starting to look sleepy as well.] I got no idea what that means, kupo... Why'm I gold, kupo? Why'm I sparkly, ku?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

You're a hungry little moogle. I gave you something to lure you out of the bushes that caused the sparkles, but you did the gold part on your own. [ D'awww, scritch scritch scritch. ]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Durrrrr] I...did, kupopo?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

Mmm hmm. [ Pet pet pet. ] You got into my supply bag. Don't worry, I don't carry anything dangerous in there. You just drank some Mama Poto oil.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Whatever that means. Sleepy... He shakes his head hard enough to make his ears and pompom flap and sits up, determined not to blush. And now wondering if it would even show through gold fur, anyway.] W-well, ku... how do we fix this, kupo?

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She smiles. ] I need to get that badge off of you. It'd be easier if you're larger, though, so.

[ Chibikko hammer, meet Firo's noggin. Again. ]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Pop! And there is not!minimoogle Firo, still very gold and sparkly.] ...I think I remember that thing, kupo.

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Awww, he's hug-sized now! But Angela has too much self control to give in to snuggling him. She turns him around in her lap. ] Don't flip out this time, all right? If that thing gets any more tangled in your fur, it might never come off.

[ Now she's fiddling with something on your butt, Firomoogle. :I ]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[JDLAKJWIOEJLKDSASRUYRHJFJAFALKJEDAEIOURJHERSDFKJHASD. STAYING STILL AT LEAST.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ Fiddle fiddle. She's looking away and certainly not blushing, nope. Even if it's just a fuzzy moogle butt, it's Firo's fuzzy moogle butt, which makes the situation a bit more humiliating. ]

Mmm, I think it's coming loose.

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[And now, Angela, you have a very human, very blushing, very gold, very sparkly, and very very horrified Firo laying on his stomach in your lap. And he'll be scrambling off you now, and staring at his hands in horror.] I can't go home like this!

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

It'll wear off in a little while. [ Hello, avoiding eye contact. Angela turns the badge over and over in her hands idly. ]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[Takes the badge, staring at it. He's blushing more and more every minute and determinedly not looking at her, either.] This thing made me... that thing? [No kupo. THANK GOD, NO KUPO.]

[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

[ She nods. Which really doesn't work, since they're not looking at each other. ]

[immortalmistake.livejournal.com]

[......

And curiosity prompts him to pin it to her clothes.]

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[witchmaker.livejournal.com]

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