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[manlet]

Man becomes monster: what a common theme throughout human literature. Yet in this world, it's an aspect of life that's hardly worth batting an eye at. Were Shakespeare here, he'd cream himself over the ripe psychological suffering among the Mirrorbound. Him, or certain nuns...

[bro what the FUCK are you talking about]

Thinking about those two in cahoots gives me an ulcer. I feel like vigorously scrubbing my brain smooth, so I can't picture it! Maybe that way, I won't be beset by stupid thoughts!

But I am, unfortunately, sentient, and I will continue to suffer this farce of an existence. As if that wasn't enough, I've been plagued by a question for the past few days. Witches, I'm not talking to you. You can gawk and stare if you'd like, I certainly can't stop you from being voyeurs.

Monsters. What are your feelings towards being pet? Is there truly a polite way to ask for a petting?

Comments

[kuroi_taiyo]

[ Andersen, what the fuck. What kind of question is this. Out of all creatures, why are you asking the faun this? ]

... there's a reason why so many places that cater to monster clothes have a design with tails in mind.

[manlet]

[HE'S CURIOUS ABOUT MONSTER PANTS?]

I see. So your tail does have feeling...

[kuroi_taiyo]

[ Andersen, you perv... Oblivious perv, apparently. ]

Did you think that tails were just hair or fur? Of course tails have sensations

[manlet]

[When you work with Kiara and Shakespeare, some of their habits rub off on you.]

Yours is barely anything. I'm surprised it could even be considered a tail.

[kuroi_taiyo]

[ Don't blame other people for your own tendencies, Andersen. You know damn well they're the excuse for something that's been lurking all along. ]

Even without the coat, it's more than half a foot of tail. Your obsession with cat and dog tails is skewing your perception.