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“Hola chica.” Itchy sighed. He hated it when this happened. It really got to him, to see his girl like this. Well, she wasn’t his girl really, but all the same it got to him. “Como estas?” He asked. He knew she would only be able to speak spanish until she woke up completely. So he obliged happily.

She managed a small shrug, then instantly regretted it. Okay, moving was on the list of thing she didn’t want to do right now.

“Mas o menos…” she replied.

Really, right now, she was feeling more on the menos side of things.

He sighed, “Bien chica, bien.” He said quietly, patting her head. At least they were immortal, at least she wouldn’t die. He would make sure of that.

littletablemesita:

Imagine being immortality in an odd sort of way, a way that bordered on that annoying, upsetting kind. Imagine it being immortality in the way that you could die any number of times and you’d feel the pain of the death, but you could come back so long as your effigy was fixed. You could only die for good by losing your will to live and ending it.

That was the life the Felt had to deal with as golems. It was a rough life, one that felt like the death would never cease. But you got used to it. Or, at the very least, you tried to.

And Mesita tried and tried hard. With her power to vanish into space-time portals and just…hide there. She couldn’t move. Just stand, and listen, and wait. See, but not be seen. Hide, until she found what she needed to know. And then she tried to get out safe.

Most of the time, it ended in being beaten to death, a slit throat, or both.

At least Itchy was there when she woke up. He always was.

She let out a light whimper as she slowly opened her eyes, her throat still stinging slightly. She opened her mouth, afraid no sound would come out, save a whimper like the one before, but she closed her mouth before any sound could come out.

And then she slowly opened her eyes. She was home, thank goodness. Safe and sound in the Felt mansion.

And the first person she saw… It was Itchy, of course. She managed a small smile.

“Hola…” she managed in a hoarse voice.

"Hola chica." Itchy sighed. He hated it when this happened. It really got to him, to see his girl like this. Well, she wasn’t his girl really, but all the same it got to him. "Como estas?" He asked. He knew she would only be able to speak spanish until she woke up. So he obliged happily.

She saw that streak of green speeding towards the porch and smiled. He was home.

“Welcome back,” she said, turning her attention to him.

He hugged her tightly. “It’s good to be back, chica.”

littletablemesita:

Mesita sat out on the front porch of the Felt mansion, staring out at the horizon but paying not attention to it. Instead, her focus was on her thoughts. 

She’d not seen Itchy in who knows how long. He’d just…sped away one day. And she hadn’t seen him since. N-not that she cared that much. She’d just wondered what he was doing, where he was, and what kind of girls he was talking to. He always had been quite the flirt.

Itchy had been on a rather exotic vacation, to many places, in many different timelines. He had seen lots of girls but for some reason there wasn’t one that he had taken an interest in, the only girl he wanted was his Spanish Mona Lisa back home. Finally he was going to get to see her again, and that was better than any vacation.

He saw her on the porch of the Felt mansion and sped up to her sitting down and then returning to regular speed so that they were both sitting there next to one another.

*sigh of relief* gracias a diOs.

Denada chica.

i-interesting...? *frowns and looks away*

Chica, I didn’t like it if that’s what you’re asking.

what did yOu think abOut it...?

Uh…. it was interesting, kinda rough, I know i won’t be drinking with him again for awhile.

i...i heard fin kissed yOu... D:

… He did.

>You wait for itchy by the coffee pot. Better do this in the morning before he has a real chance to react. He comes up as per the usual but before he can reach for the coffee pot you just say the words "Magic anon, and kiss him on the lips and then walk calmly out of there. He really wouldn't think twice about it you hope anyway.

>You freeze and blush. Great, wait til Mesita hears about this.

(For The Fin Blog And This One)

(I have been absent recently and I want to thank all my friends and followers who understand. I have been fairly busy preparing for my upcoming surgery and will be absent very frequently. Thank you all for your continued friendship :))