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[fulzanin]

Bogey! It's more shading practice, plus a little tiny bit of the blur tool.

It had been napping peacefully in Prasad’s hair. His hair was very comfy to the baby rock demon. It was comfy and cozy, and it really felt like snoozing away until dinner arrived. It was warm, and safe. Bogey liked being safe. It liked the comfort of being nestled in the hair of a person it deemed it’s family.

The baby rock demon had been having a very pleasant dream. It wasn’t really grasping what the dream was about. Something about a bunch of blankets and being as equally as cozy. Bogey loved being cozy. It was very, very comforting. There was speaking in the background, but in a dream it sounded all muffled and as if it was far, far away. As if the words couldn’t get through the blankets.

Red eyes blinked awake at a sudden shout. Disoriented, the baby rock demon sleepily raised it’s head. It took the small demon a few minutes to grasp the words. Bogey had a loose concept of the Common language. It wasn’t as if the teachers it had taught the small demon heartily. It had been brief, it had been rough.

That brought it’s mind back to it’s wonderful parents. A demonbeast and a human. Bogey loved them a lot. It liked Hamaru, who was tall and scary in the good way, who was super warm to cuddle with and in Bogey’s mind the comfiest to sleep on. It liked Kotetzu, who was shorter but nice in every way and helped Bogey when it had moments of no control. There was Prasad, too, the demonbeast Bogey had been napping on currently. He was tall too, but it didn’t think the red monster was actually part of the family. Not that Bogey minded. He was nice enough, and Bogey liked to think of Prasad as an uncle. Almost family. “Wh-what about baby rock demons..?” Bogey was vaguely aware that the term had been said prior, as it was still in the struggling process of waking up.

“Oh my gosh you poor thing! Come here and give me a hug,” a red Sefortia was saying, paws outstretched towards Bogey. It’s one eye blinked a few more times, in rapid succession. Who was this? Bogey couldn’t remember this person being in their home earlier. It’s mind was still foggy from sleep, and it slowly raised into a sit. Groggily the small piyan kneaded it’s paws against Prasad’s poofy hair. Not as warm as Hamaru’s, but it was a lot more comfy in the aspect of sheer fluffage.

“Hey could you maybe, I don’t know, not? Take like, eight steps back too would you?” Prasad had said, having been asleep himself. He had a bad habit of falling asleep with his eye open. It was for this exact reason: people trying to sneak up on him. Maybe he was paranoid but it to him wasn’t a bad habit. It also kept him from accidentally rolling over on Bogey should the baby rock demon be sleeping beside him. Last thing he wanted to do was accidentally squish the poor thing with his massive red body.

Struggling to find it’s words in the Common tongue, Bogey’s face scrunched up. “D-do..do I have t-to?” It asked. It’s gaze lowered to try to look at Prasad, not that it could truly manage such without tumbling off the demonbeast’s head. It shuffled instead, blinking away the sleep from it’s one eye. “I l-like being..on t-top of head.” It whimpered, kneading at the demonbeast’s hair once again.

The red Sefortia shook his head. His paws dropped, and his expression grew somewhat disappointed. “I guess you don’t have to. But. I’m not going to hurt you!”

Bogey wasn’t sure how it was supposed to take the word of a stranger. He was loud. Bogey didn’t like loud noises. It felt the fur of it’s tail raise on end, another whimper sounding. “Don’t worry Bogey, you don’t have to. I swear if you’re like the human and don’t know what personal space is I will hog tie you to the roof.” Prasad shifted on the couch to grow more comfortable,  his sharp green coloured eye narrowing at the other. Bogey barely knew about either Hamaru or Prasad’s swearing problem, with how much effort went in to having a gentle voice and the swearing near nonexistant. It didn’t truly know the effort was there, but it could be assured that it certainly would be grateful for the quiet and assuring tone that either demonbeast managed.

The paws of the other raised, and he backed up. “Alright geez!” He shouted as he looked between Prasad and Hamaru. Bogey’s gaze had followed to look at the other demonbeast, and a weak smile spread across the little baby rock demon’s face. It wanted to wave, but felt stiffened from the loudness of the Sefortia’s words. “Good grief, both of you are mean!”

Bogey’s drowsy mind was a little bit slow. “Hugs..hugs aren’t mean, they’re good, r-right..?” It mumbled in confusion. It’s remaining eye squinted again, gaze lowering to look at it’s paws. It again kneaded at Prasad’s hair with it’s tiny little paws. It didn’t want to move, it didn’t want to hug a stranger. It was perfectly content right here, sitting in some incredibly poofy hair. “T-Tetzu has..th-th-the best hugs,” it then said. A nod of it’s head followed, before it cringed.

Before Hamaru and Kotetzu, Bogey had a ruthless parent. A blind green Lighsni who enchanted and tore Bogey apart as she saw fit. It’s eye had been ripped away when it had tried to flee: the same went for it’s leg. It’s wings were mangled and it’s teeth removed, and every limb spare it’s tail had been declawed and damaged. It was a carnivore, but after being forcibly fed fruit for so long it’s diet had changed to become more omnivorous. She hated it whenever Bogey spoke. She hated the little baby rock demon. She lashed out whenever it spoke, and Bogey cringed with the sudden flicker- as if being right back there, as if it had never been whisked away to this home of warmth and cuddles and ramen. “S..sorry,” it then squeaked, eye squinting shut.

“I am a monster of death and mayhem, what more do you want from me?” Prasad had retorted. He stood up, eye remaining narrowed at the red Sefortia. Then he growled something in the demonbeast’s tongue before heading off upstairs. He had to cool off while he still could, he refused to lose it in front of Bogey, but still took the baby rock demon with him. Didn’t trust him around that loud stranger, and he had to get the baby rock demon ready for dinner. Bogey often questioned if the growls and snarls were even a language. Was it a secret language? Bogey wanted to learn it. It had to know what they were saying, right? Wouldn’t that be super helpful? The little baby rock demon was a little zoned out as it was cleaned up for dinner, just happy that it was quieter upstairs. No more shouting: that was something that Bogey deeply detested.

It made sure to thank Prasad- yes, thank you’s, those were important. Bogey had learned that shortly after it had been brought here. It said thank you a lot, usually overzealously. It was better to be grateful than not at all, the baby rock demon considered. It was like throwing darts and just hoping that a few stuck the mark. The now clean baby rock demon was carried back downstairs. It felt a lot happier, now being clean. Not that Bogey ever got particularly dirty, it didn’t run around outside and roll in mud puddles or dirt or grass. No, Bogey’s time outside was spent sitting or meandering along to look at things that had caught the baby rock demon’s interest.

Bogey heard Hamaru talking as they came back downstairs. It’s eye looked about erratically, and a frown settled on it’s face when the first thing that the small baby rock demon took note of was the Sefortia. Who even was that? Why were they here? It didn’t like them. They were too loud. Bogey liked the quiet of upstairs a lot more. “Where’s the pacifist?” Prasad asked in a growl, looking about as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

Hamaru’s four large wings stretched, just until they touched the walls on either side of him, like Prasad he was too big for the house, but said nothing about it, it was HIS house, HIS space, as small as it was. “Probably hanging out with Sirethea, maybe asking for ruler advice again.” Bogey had long ago learned that the Sirethea that one of it’s dads hung out with was not the same as the one that had permanently crippled it. This blind green Lighsni was sweeter, quieter, more sympathetic. She respected that Bogey was scared of her, and always stayed a fair distance away whenever the little demon was about, not wanting to cause it a fright. Bogey gave a small squeal when Kotetzu did teleport in, almost as if it was on cue.
“And I’m back~” he always had this sing song happy voice whenever he returned to his family, without a doubt happy to see them. Yet again the fluffy haired neon wearing human was always happy, a constant beacon of good vibes. “Oo, Maru is that ramen?” Kotetzu tried to peek around the demonbeast at what was being cooked.

“You had that yesterday..” Hamaru grunted, lowering a wing when Kotetzu jumped a bit to try to see over, making a series of those soft chirp like noises he always made when happy. Such was very often.
Kotetzu’s response to that was to poke the demonbeast, a grin on his scarred face. “I have ramen nearly every day Maru, it’s the cure for sadness!”

Bogey squeaked a little, it squirming from where Prasad was still holding it. “I like ramen,” it weakly threw in. It was feeling a little bold to voice it’s opinion at the moment. Having a nice cleaning and being comfortably held could do such a thing. The baby rock demon smiled, liking the certainty that came in it’s tone. A foreign thing. Bogey usually wasn’t super certain about anything. The only things it knew for certain was that it dearly, dearly loved it’s parents.

“I can do ramen,” the Sefortia spoke up, and immediately Bogey cringed closer to Prasad. He was shrugging, and his voice was as loud as ever. Bogey could also think with utmost certainty that it did not like this Sefortia’s voice. It was awfully loud. Bogey didn’t like it. The piyan buried it’s face against Prasad, shaking a little in fright.

“I was already making rice and vegetable stuffs,” Hamaru said, Bogey hearing the noise of his tail moving across the floor.

“You can cook?” Prasad asked, almost teasingly. Bogey glanced up, just to see that the demonbeast’s head was tilted.

Hamaru grunted again, staring up to the ceiling with that look he always had when Prasad made a snarky comment. “I’m trying, Prasad. I’m trying.”

The little baby rock demon felt a nail of fright shoot through. Did it’s dad think that it wouldn’t eat the vegetable stuff that he was preparing? It would! It whined again, it’s wings hanging a little more limp than usual, sputtering nonsense under it’s breath. “I like the rices,” it said, face still shoved against Prasad, still shaking a little. Slowly Bogey lifted it’s head away, just so that it could manage a tiny little smile. “I really like y-your cookin’, Hamaru,” it added on after a moment of pause, then flopping in Prasad’s grasp again.

Ignoring Bogey, the red Sefortia turned his gaze towards towards Prasad. “You two argue like a married couple,” he said, a smirk present on his face. That confused Bogey heavily. Weren’t Kotetzu and Hamaru it’s dads? Not Prasad and Hamaru. It was pretty sure that was the case. A confused expression grew on it’s face, and another mumble sounded. Bogey made lots of quiet noises- it was so used to not making noise that often it wound up doing such just because it could. Quiet noises, and quiet noises alone.

“As if I’d like that ffff…” Prasad trailed off into a cough, and then uttered a few more of those growls. Hamaru just sighed and almost made a motion as if he had gagged, as if the very idea of loving Prasad was horrid. Bogey wondered as to what he had been about to say, what words did Bogey know in common that started with ‘f’? Flower, that was one, and flour. That had been incredibly confusing and difficult to learn, but the baby rock demon was happy to say that it knew the difference. Prasad recovered, tongue swiping over his mouth before snorted. “Besides, he’s too busy swooning over the pacifist here, absolutely head over heels for him,” he added, a hand gesturing to Kotetzu. More confusion for Bogey, who couldn’t quite remember if it knew what ‘swooning’ meant.

Bogey was then carried over to a high chair after being handed over to Kotetzu. The change in height was fun, to Bogey at least. It loved being carried, didn’t matter who it was. Bogey liked the high chair, it made it very easy for it to munch down on food and not have to sit on the table. It tapped a paw against the side of the chair, and the other paw was lifted so it could gum on said limb. “Why are you putting that demon in a chair?”

Such a term felt startling to Bogey. Demon? No, that wasn’t right. It was baby rock demon, which was different. Just like how itself was different from a demonbeast such as Hamaru: the only difference a young piyan such as Bogey knew was that Hamaru and Prasad were much taller and older. Was that the only difference? It assumed so. Kotetzu sat down next to Bogey, green eyes bright as he gently gave Bogey a soft pat on the head. “Bogey is a baby, like, an actual baby,” he clarified, as if it was obvious.

“Oh my goodness he’s so cute!” The Sefortia shouted. He ran closer. Bogey recoiled back in it’s chair: from the noise, from someone suddenly getting so close, and from that term. Bogey couldn’t be called a ‘he’. It couldn’t. That was forbidden. It had been clawed and burned so many times that it knew that such a term only meant pain when it was being used to refer to Bogey.

So, it curled in on itself, a loud whimper sounding. The red Sefortia was right on Bogey’s other side, and Bogey leaned away. It’s one eye squinted shut. “It. I’m, I-I’m an it. Not a h-he. She s-said I’m it s-so I can only be, be, be an i-it,” Bogey whined. It was doing it’s best to retain it’s control. It felt like it was hyperventilating, like it had become very dizzy. What if the fire was on the way? It scooted further back in the chair, eye squinting shut. It mumbled under it’s breath, breathing faster.

Then a paw reached out and touched Bogey on the head. It’s horns had been gouged out from it’s head. Bogey truly only trusted it’s parents and Prasad to touch it’s head. The paw moved, petting Bogey on the head. “Well, asexuality makes no sense, so you’d best just pick one. Otherwise, you’ll be forever ridiculed.” It was shivering under the touch, eye opening and dilated down to a small sliver. It’s rapid breathing grew worse, the paw was so close to one of it’s wounds.

Kotetzu leaned forward, for once the human seemed defensive. Hamaru was setting out the food: Bogey’s was all mashed up with a kiddy fork prepared, though he too seemed instantly tense and upset over the red sefortian’s words. “It’s not asexual, gender and sexuality are two seperate things. It’s choosing it, so leave it-” the human had started.

Then one of the wounds was touched and Bogey unleashed one of the unholy, near demonic screams that baby rock demons were known for. It spasmed in it’s seat, screaming and wailing and thrashing. “IT! I’M AN IT! I CAN ONLY BE AN IT! I’M AN IT! I’M A TOOL! I’M AN IT! I’M AN IT! No, no no no, no, no no, no,” it trailed off when it’s outburst was done, tears flowing from it’s one remaining eye. Bogey’s paws curled close to it’s face, shuddering and shaking rapidly.

It felt the heat of fire right near it’s face, and that sick blinded grin nearing as well. It was a tool, it had corrected the mistake. It didn’t want that fire to burn, it didn’t want it’s wings or arms or remaining leg taken. It continued to utter ‘no’s’ under it’s breath, whimpering and shuddering and shaking furiously.

Bogey wasn’t aware as G went crashing through a window, though it didn’t break, and then the door being opened and Prasad practically dragged the stranger out, grumbling and snarling under his breath. It’s eye was shut tightly, crying. It wailed and cried and when Kotetzu scooted closer to calm the baby down, Bogey tried to latch on as tightly as it could manage. It sobbed and screamed, as loudly as it could manage. The human’s hands were cool, even through the gloves. The soft speaking slowly calmed the baby rock demon down. It sniffled and shook, slowly calming from it’s episode.

Bogey decided that it didn’t like noisy red piyans.