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I dont draw these two goobs interacting enough, why
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The sun poured down its light through the passing clouds of fall, autumn wind barely shifting whatever leaves are left on the trees. Jemik was walking around town, migrating somewhat towards the outskirts of the plaza, her poncho shuffling around her webbed arms, causing indents in the fabric that appeared and disappeared as she moved. Her bad arm wasn't causing her any grief today, and hasn't been since the first couple of weeks since the rock slide she and Scott got caught in. She hopes the grey wyngling isn't still blaming himself. But now that she's thinking about it, she hasn't seen Scottie in days. She ought to find him and assure she's fine, even with this new.. growth on her behind (she wouldn't even call it a tail). Like it's been summoned, the fingered appendage swishes, stubby fingers snapping for something to hold on to, eventually going with itself, as it wraps it's palm around the base of its arm (or whatever you'd call it). Jemik sighed, ear twitching irritably.

She continues her little walk around town until she notices a bipedal wyngro slouched ahead, hood of the jacket pulled over their head. The winter jacket was a nice reddish color, one Jemik even could appreciate,mebut that wasn't why Jemik's interest was peaked by this 'gro. They were a familiar blue color, and a single stitch was all she could see on the length of the tail. Connecting the dots rather quickly (thank you very much ), Jemik realized that this blue wyngro was Jaime. Jemik had heard rather than seen what happened two the bipedal; that stitches of all sorts had made the sudden appearance all over his person.

Jaime, too, was brought into the mansion, and he didn't make it out without (for lack of better words) some scars from the incident. Idly, Jemik couldn't help but be thankful Scott wasn't old enough to even go near the mansion, as the poor kiddo would have had nightmares, and just wouldn't have been able to stomach the trauma Jemik herself had faced. After all, she touched a rune stone, and it changed her. Not only her, as other groups were effected toll, but she was altered, and she had this thing that grew out of her spine in a mock-image of what should have been her tail.

Yet even though she practically disposed the thing, as she couldn't control it, she didn't try and hide it. The bizzare appendage was a part of her now, and she accepts that. Which is why she was curious to why Jaime covered them up; she saw the kid as an identical to herself, kind but grumpy, and not willing to take anyone's shit. Deciding that she just had to ask, Jemik caught up with the other wyngro.

"Hey, Blue." She greets him, slowly steering them into one of the branched that lead to the more country side of Wynsiph." What's eatin' ya?" Jaime looked a little started, and it's then that Jemik also can see the stitches lining his mouth.
"what do you mean?" He answers gruffly, stuffing his paws into his pockets," nothing's eating me.."
"Right." Jemik studied him for a bit, the hand-on-a-rope connected to the base of her spine swinging down freely, brushing up against the stones. Jemik turned and looked ahead." I heard what happened in the mansion. Got them stitches there, yeah? I got this-" she gestures to the "tail"with a shrug, glancing at Jaime for a second," why're you hidin' them?" Jaime didn't answer, and Jemik huffed. Looks like she'll be forced to come up with her own reason.
"do they embarrass you? Make you self conscious ? 'Cause I... I know how that feels..." she answers, once again thinking about her baby fat, and how it hasn't gone away. In fact, she thinks it got worse. It's why she swims a little less, but of course, she just uses the excuse of weather instead.
Jaime sighs, scratching behind his head, unable to meet Jemik's gaze when she looked at him, but she found that that was okay. So they walked the rest in a comfortable quiet.
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(also, although it's not explicitly said, Jemik thinks Jaime should be proud of his scars. They show you've survived.)

Jemik belongs to me
Scott (mentioned) belongs to me
Jaime belongs to KASAnimation

Description
I dont draw these two goobs interacting enough, why
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The sun poured down its light through the passing clouds of fall, autumn wind barely shifting whatever leaves are left on the trees. Jemik was walking around town, migrating somewhat towards the outskirts of the plaza, her poncho shuffling around her webbed arms, causing indents in the fabric that appeared and disappeared as she moved. Her bad arm wasn't causing her any grief today, and hasn't been since the first couple of weeks since the rock slide she and Scott got caught in. She hopes the grey wyngling isn't still blaming himself. But now that she's thinking about it, she hasn't seen Scottie in days. She ought to find him and assure she's fine, even with this new.. growth on her behind (she wouldn't even call it a tail). Like it's been summoned, the fingered appendage swishes, stubby fingers snapping for something to hold on to, eventually going with itself, as it wraps it's palm around the base of its arm (or whatever you'd call it). Jemik sighed, ear twitching irritably.

She continues her little walk around town until she notices a bipedal wyngro slouched ahead, hood of the jacket pulled over their head. The winter jacket was a nice reddish color, one Jemik even could appreciate,mebut that wasn't why Jemik's interest was peaked by this 'gro. They were a familiar blue color, and a single stitch was all she could see on the length of the tail. Connecting the dots rather quickly (thank you very much ), Jemik realized that this blue wyngro was Jaime. Jemik had heard rather than seen what happened two the bipedal; that stitches of all sorts had made the sudden appearance all over his person.

Jaime, too, was brought into the mansion, and he didn't make it out without (for lack of better words) some scars from the incident. Idly, Jemik couldn't help but be thankful Scott wasn't old enough to even go near the mansion, as the poor kiddo would have had nightmares, and just wouldn't have been able to stomach the trauma Jemik herself had faced. After all, she touched a rune stone, and it changed her. Not only her, as other groups were effected toll, but she was altered, and she had this thing that grew out of her spine in a mock-image of what should have been her tail.

Yet even though she practically disposed the thing, as she couldn't control it, she didn't try and hide it. The bizzare appendage was a part of her now, and she accepts that. Which is why she was curious to why Jaime covered them up; she saw the kid as an identical to herself, kind but grumpy, and not willing to take anyone's shit. Deciding that she just had to ask, Jemik caught up with the other wyngro.

"Hey, Blue." She greets him, slowly steering them into one of the branched that lead to the more country side of Wynsiph." What's eatin' ya?" Jaime looked a little started, and it's then that Jemik also can see the stitches lining his mouth.
"what do you mean?" He answers gruffly, stuffing his paws into his pockets," nothing's eating me.."
"Right." Jemik studied him for a bit, the hand-on-a-rope connected to the base of her spine swinging down freely, brushing up against the stones. Jemik turned and looked ahead." I heard what happened in the mansion. Got them stitches there, yeah? I got this-" she gestures to the "tail"with a shrug, glancing at Jaime for a second," why're you hidin' them?" Jaime didn't answer, and Jemik huffed. Looks like she'll be forced to come up with her own reason.
"do they embarrass you? Make you self conscious ? 'Cause I... I know how that feels..." she answers, once again thinking about her baby fat, and how it hasn't gone away. In fact, she thinks it got worse. It's why she swims a little less, but of course, she just uses the excuse of weather instead.
Jaime sighs, scratching behind his head, unable to meet Jemik's gaze when she looked at him, but she found that that was okay. So they walked the rest in a comfortable quiet.
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8/341

(also, although it's not explicitly said, Jemik thinks Jaime should be proud of his scars. They show you've survived.)

Jemik belongs to me
Scott (mentioned) belongs to me
Jaime belongs to KASAnimation