04-06-2020, 11:09 PM
Blits had been in the Typhoon for a while now. He'd shown up dazed and confused in a body that was not his own. The animals here were not those that he was used to. He didn't actually know of cats, dogs, or birds. His knowledge mostly extended to marine life - marine life if this planet was a couple billion years in the future. Alas, his knowledge from reading over his love's textbooks was not helpful. A dragon, though, was more in line with what Blits knew and understood and was far more comfortable with. Being made out of candy was just as normal to the incompetent featherbrain as being made out of glass. Despite Blits having been around longer than the candified dragon, he still had yet to find a home. He hadn't really seen any need for it - he had a home back where he came from. Finding one without the input of his husband? Why, that would be absolutely absurd! Sure, sleeping up in a bunch of trees was far from comfortable, but Blits could manage.
The sinornithosaurus spent a lot of his time wandering around. He didn't hunt both because he didn't eat meat and because he likely would severely fail at such a thing. There was little for Blits to do, especially around this time of the day when it was... something. Blits didn't really register time that well, so he just knew that he was already exhausted and bored. Seeing someone walking rapidly in and out of a home? It surprised him, piqued his interest - especially the sight of cleaning supplies. One of the few tasks Blits was allowed to do back where he came from was clean. The idea of being helpful burst into his fried mind and absolutely refused to budge. The feathered beast strode over, his orange eyes staring briefly before speaking. "Um. Are you, are you cleaning? Can I help? I'm pretty good at cleaning," Blits offered as he came to a halt, looking at the supplies that the purple dragon was using to see if he recognized any of the colorations. Brands? He didn't particularly care for such a thing, but color coding had definitely been a great help back home. It was useful to not use window cleaner on the floor, especially when such was stone.
The sinornithosaurus spent a lot of his time wandering around. He didn't hunt both because he didn't eat meat and because he likely would severely fail at such a thing. There was little for Blits to do, especially around this time of the day when it was... something. Blits didn't really register time that well, so he just knew that he was already exhausted and bored. Seeing someone walking rapidly in and out of a home? It surprised him, piqued his interest - especially the sight of cleaning supplies. One of the few tasks Blits was allowed to do back where he came from was clean. The idea of being helpful burst into his fried mind and absolutely refused to budge. The feathered beast strode over, his orange eyes staring briefly before speaking. "Um. Are you, are you cleaning? Can I help? I'm pretty good at cleaning," Blits offered as he came to a halt, looking at the supplies that the purple dragon was using to see if he recognized any of the colorations. Brands? He didn't particularly care for such a thing, but color coding had definitely been a great help back home. It was useful to not use window cleaner on the floor, especially when such was stone.
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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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