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???: “You sure do sound like you’re doing something dramatic.” He lowered one paw from his eye slowly. “Ooh. I change my mind.” He covered it again.

A large crease in the head opened, showing an eye. The iris of said eye had two colours surrounding it; neon yellow and blue. It had neon green bleeding out from its eye as it looked around for the source of the noise. Claws on the hands molded into the skin of the hands and the feet. It's eye shined a light on everything.

???: “Wait, the human is gone. Silly me.” He flipped back up to normal height, taking a slightly more serious expression. “Sorry for acting rude. You are... genuinely beautiful.” He took a step closer.

"Duiq? Tusn itib emortipidor?" The voice is distorted, because it kind of doesn't have a mouth not covered by skin. It seems to speak the same language as that 'human'.

???: “B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L.” He made a heart shape with his tail.

It tries to grab you.

???: he flailed his legs. “...Oh. Hi. My name’s Weave, What’s yours?” He said.

The thing lifted you up and looked at you. "Dawn. Ut isuerqol aulgin eam?" You get blinded by the flashlight-like eye that it has. ((If it isn't sensitive to light, just ignore that.))

((*ignores that*)) Weave: “God, if only we had google translate. Could you put me down though? We aren’t even dating.” He said, annoyingly unphased.

It chucks you over the edge of the island. ((If the roll says it doesn't fully work, then okay. Also, if Weave can fly or is resistant to being chucked or something, ignore this.))

Weave: He slided across the ground, digging his golden-chained-hook-psychic-thingies into the ground just in time to stop himself flying off the edge. “...guess I should’ve brought some flowers.” He noticed the water all over his fur. “Oh no! I haven’t got a slave to brush me! This is horrible! God, Why’d it have to miss...” He sniffled.

The thing approaches you. "Em paenteit, eog mus, et coh corant voluntatem maem!" It kicks you reluctantly.

Weave: he whined, flying off. Chains automatically fly out of his tail in an attempt to stick into the ledge.

The tail missed by just 1/8 of a washing machine. As you are about to be enveloped by darkness, you see the human in front of you, then you see the cottage.

((*gives you an from my hefty collection* god, feeding the poor makes me feel so charitable.)) Weave: “I STILL LOVE YOUUUUUU.......” He said, then he got transported to the cottage. “Ugh... what now?” He looked up. “Oh. It’s you.” He sighed and pushed himself up. “*Ahem* Oh! It’s you!” He repeated, -ing again.