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Calyx · 6/9/2026, 11:07 PM

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The midday sun shimmered through the cascading canopy above, and Calyx's vision would dance, flickering high to low as he pondered his next move. Masterful and mindless, the Cheshire cat clicked his teeth, remembering to return to unraveling the satchel just as the voice of someone half-familiar danced through his senses.

"Comfortable?"

The playful flicker of his shimmering golden gaze would turn toward the familiar face. The Boss of the Big-Fucking-Mountain.

Boss-Mountain. Fucking-Boss-Mountain. Mountain-Fuck-Boss.

Calyx would smile.

Quite, I think, he'd offer with congeniality, feeling the rough scrape of the bark on his underbelly. It was unconventional, his comfort, but so were most things he did. And just before Calyx could offer the man some space, Mountain-Fuck-Boss helped himself to the place at Calyx's side. What do you think? Bark is a bit rough on the belly, but I think the view is worth it. The words gently vibrated in the pit of his throat as his spoke, resonating like a purr from his lips.

"I’m trying to decide whether I should be concerned, offended, or impressed by the consistency."

That gaze dropped to Calyx's pouch, and a gentle paw would manipulate the pelt to reveal the contents to a curious mind. Calyx could share — mostly. I do like to offer a full experience, he'd tease in cryptic response to Altair's words. "What's even in that?" A little hm!? slipped past his lips, eyebrows raising as his gaze drifted back toward the other male.

You don't know? Oh, you should be wary of these. What is Medicine for some is Poison to most. His voice was a bit hurried, but not rude. More so... rapidly informative.

Calyx would quickly move the jimsonweed away from his future leader, unwilling to toxify the man's liver on their first time hanging out together. What was left were the remains of some of the psybicilin he kept handy. A paw would point toward the Meidince — Jimsonweed. Use with caution. But this — his hovering paw would shift toward the mushroom caps. Enjoyable ... A pause. Comfortable. Softer. For most.

A smile.

For you, if you want them. A gift.

Always so generous. Plus, they would make the scraping of the bark feel all the more tolerable.

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Morningstar Mountain

the cheshire cat