All mimsy were the borogroves...

[wontturntofoam]

Who: Mermaid, Manticore, and YOU!
What: lazing by the gross tar, or roaming the city
Where: Brock Marsh where the gross tar forks, and wherever is convenient to you!
When: Throughout last week
Notes: polyvore set with multiple costume changes!
Warnings: Lovely tooth filled friend.

Shrieky was going to take Manticore back to his own world eventually. He'd been around the temples, and he'd asked people for advice, but in the aftermath of the invasion there was enough displacement of their own people for anyone to be too interested in wanting to help a stray manticore. Additionally, it had not evaded Shrieky's notice that when he tried to explain that Manticore had been as hurt and troubled as the rest of them when the sky opened up, certain people looked at his companion as if he too was part of the problem.

He knows it isn't ideal, and he knows that the Manticore will need to go home eventually, but in some not insignificant way, Shrieky is pleased. It's not that he wants the manticore to be trapped in Baedal forever (although it would be nice if the manticore could willingly choose to stay in Baedal forever), but... over the chaos of the last month, Shrieky's circle of friends has been bisected. The squat which had been crammed with it's illegal inhabitants before, now feels comparatively empty. The survivors come and go at odd times, and some have drifted away already, moving closer to their families, or to the outskirts of the city. Shrieky could sense the day coming when they would all be dispersed, and he'd be left alone again.

But as long as Manticore was there, that day was yet to come! The creature had a way of making the entire house feel full with his tolling voice, and he and Shrieky had scarcely been apart since the world was sewn shut. They ate together, played games together, slept in a large lion-y pile together, and roamed the city together. As long as Shrieky could keep his focus on Manticore, and not on his host of lost and dead friends, all would be well!

On this particular day, Shrieky and Manticore have been out for hours. They've had a little hunt through the goods of the Bazaar, they've visited Queequegs where Shrieky had enjoyed a cup of coffee and manticore had enjoyed a bowl of milk, and now they're flopped out on a small patch of grass beside the Gross Tar.

There are two takeaway trays on the grass beside them, one filled with cooked meat, and the other with raw. Both have been picked at, but neither Shrieky nor Manticore are eating now. Instead, Shrieky is sprawled out comfortably, flat on his back, and Manticore is laying on his side, perpendicular to the mermaid. His body is stretched comfortably across Shrieky's stomach, and Shrieky has one hand buried in the Manticore's fur, stroking him lazily.

They are both purring.


[ooc: Multiples welcome and encouraged! If you'd like to thread but don't have a reason for your character to be around Brock Marsh/The Gross Tar, just tag in with another location, and I'll find a reason for them to be there <3]