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Day 109 - 527 words - Prompt: Present (8th)
crawly lurked around the humans for a while, cawusing mischief, but eventually, he found himself drifting south. the harsh weather and sands ment lots fo layers for the humans and while he enjoyed speading envy by keeping up ont he lastest fashion - there was also starting to be more of an ephasis on how humans acted or dressed based on that gender idea, and corawy wasn't really interested in som eof the more [i dunno where i was goign with this at the moment]
the people here had started to sort themselves out by dangles and not, but wheren't yet to the point of judging that crawly didn't have either. one of the old mothers was sitting next to him one evening, sharing her stories, while the younger ones paried off. it was a night or merryment - but... mabe a little to merry. crawly watched one of hte girls giggling rather to ahrd, uncordinated, and plasting hersef agsint an equally unsteady young man. the old mother wqas watching htem but hadn't mad a move to break it up. a gagle of gigle girls ended up making the move for her, assumingly moving the two apart to sleep it off. about this time, one of the men handed crolwey a cup of dark juice. it smelled... wrong, and crawly looked at it uncertainly.
most food jsut tasted like gravel to him, even plan water tasted muddy. but he had discovered over te years he could taste some strong thigns - like bitter or acidic. it helped give him the right facial expressions at the very least.
this.. looked like it should be sweet - most things that colour where sweet. but it didnt' smell right at all. if the human hadn't jsut handed it to him after taking a drink for themselves, crawly would assume it was poison.
to be fair - there where quiet a few things humans like to eat that crawly was pretty sure was poison. they called them 'spicy.' still tasted like dirt, but gave him indigestion.
he was aware that the human where watching him - looks of amusement and slight trickery, but nothing malicant. they where absulity playing a trick on him, but they also felt it harmless.
it smelt so foul though. like rot had started to set in. surly they could smell it too?
well - it wasn't like ti would kill him. probably. at least not permatly.
it tasted like mud, like most things did, and he was slightly disappointed in that. even the smell didn't translate to anything on his tounge. shame.
the elders chuckled, and his cup was refilled, and he drank with the humans late into the night.
and drank.
and drank.
and drank.....
and somewhere along the way, he noticed the edges tot he world go fuzzy, and flouting, and he was alittle worry about his limbs - they didn't quite feel attached. he doesn't remamebr saying anything, but the old mother had pulled himnto her lap at somepoint, arms tucked around him, and assured him that all limbs where there and accoutned for.
and once that stopped being a worry... well.. as strange as it was, the whole things was rather nice.
still tasted like mud though.
the people here had started to sort themselves out by dangles and not, but wheren't yet to the point of judging that crawly didn't have either. one of the old mothers was sitting next to him one evening, sharing her stories, while the younger ones paried off. it was a night or merryment - but... mabe a little to merry. crawly watched one of hte girls giggling rather to ahrd, uncordinated, and plasting hersef agsint an equally unsteady young man. the old mother wqas watching htem but hadn't mad a move to break it up. a gagle of gigle girls ended up making the move for her, assumingly moving the two apart to sleep it off. about this time, one of the men handed crolwey a cup of dark juice. it smelled... wrong, and crawly looked at it uncertainly.
most food jsut tasted like gravel to him, even plan water tasted muddy. but he had discovered over te years he could taste some strong thigns - like bitter or acidic. it helped give him the right facial expressions at the very least.
this.. looked like it should be sweet - most things that colour where sweet. but it didnt' smell right at all. if the human hadn't jsut handed it to him after taking a drink for themselves, crawly would assume it was poison.
to be fair - there where quiet a few things humans like to eat that crawly was pretty sure was poison. they called them 'spicy.' still tasted like dirt, but gave him indigestion.
he was aware that the human where watching him - looks of amusement and slight trickery, but nothing malicant. they where absulity playing a trick on him, but they also felt it harmless.
it smelt so foul though. like rot had started to set in. surly they could smell it too?
well - it wasn't like ti would kill him. probably. at least not permatly.
it tasted like mud, like most things did, and he was slightly disappointed in that. even the smell didn't translate to anything on his tounge. shame.
the elders chuckled, and his cup was refilled, and he drank with the humans late into the night.
and drank.
and drank.
and drank.....
and somewhere along the way, he noticed the edges tot he world go fuzzy, and flouting, and he was alittle worry about his limbs - they didn't quite feel attached. he doesn't remamebr saying anything, but the old mother had pulled himnto her lap at somepoint, arms tucked around him, and assured him that all limbs where there and accoutned for.
and once that stopped being a worry... well.. as strange as it was, the whole things was rather nice.
still tasted like mud though.