03-25-2020, 08:34 PM
When it came to Blits mentally picturing things as they were explained to him he usually tended to get things entirely wrong. A crab, apparently, had the potential to be dangerous. Speedy. Had big claws. His mind quickly went to work to try and visualize such a thing. Probably had a lot of legs. At least twenty! Small eyes so that it could see well. Probably colored pale white so it could blend in with the sand. Small, though, if he was too big to be pinched. Probably used their size in numbers. Blits was used to dealing with monster, monsters that looked like they'd come straight out of somebody's nightmares. Things with seven eyes, three mouths, two beaks, wings for feet and fins for eyebrows were all things that Blits had grown used to. It wasn't as if he had many experiences with more 'natural' creatures that weren't complete and utter abominations. Despite thoughts and a depreciation of a crab being so monstrous, he wasn't all that scared. Especially after being told that it couldn't hurt him. "How fast are they?" Blits inquires, his head moving away from the broom for a brief moment so that he could easily ask his inquiry.
He shifts his grip on the broom. Blits then shuffles his feet, horned head then turning back to Michael when he began speaking. The sinornithosaurus sweeped some more sand while the other spoke, showing his attention by his orange gaze remaining settled on the other. His tail swings a little behind him as he released the broom from his jaws. "She does?" His tone is filled with curiousity, him then rocking back on his feet. "Pinching probably hurts. I wouldn't know, I've never been pinched. I'd really like to not get pinched if it hurts enough to make her cry," Blits rambles. He shuffles his feet, and his snout scrunches up. He isn't able to grasp why the sand is still there! He just swept this spot! A grumble sounds from the sinornithosaurus. "I dunno where I'm gonna put all the dirt though... I'll figure it out once I get a good pile." Blits grunts, grabbing the handle with his teeth to sharply sweep away another patch of sand. Maybe he could put it in the water? Water was used to clean back home, and so Blits reasoned it would likely poof the filth away in a magical way. That was a good plan to him, with absolutely zero faults.
He shifts his grip on the broom. Blits then shuffles his feet, horned head then turning back to Michael when he began speaking. The sinornithosaurus sweeped some more sand while the other spoke, showing his attention by his orange gaze remaining settled on the other. His tail swings a little behind him as he released the broom from his jaws. "She does?" His tone is filled with curiousity, him then rocking back on his feet. "Pinching probably hurts. I wouldn't know, I've never been pinched. I'd really like to not get pinched if it hurts enough to make her cry," Blits rambles. He shuffles his feet, and his snout scrunches up. He isn't able to grasp why the sand is still there! He just swept this spot! A grumble sounds from the sinornithosaurus. "I dunno where I'm gonna put all the dirt though... I'll figure it out once I get a good pile." Blits grunts, grabbing the handle with his teeth to sharply sweep away another patch of sand. Maybe he could put it in the water? Water was used to clean back home, and so Blits reasoned it would likely poof the filth away in a magical way. That was a good plan to him, with absolutely zero faults.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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