Oh-my-mushrooms..!…what do I do?

Malao kept asking himself that again and again as he stared at the unmoving being that was you. He had found you unconscious by a river bank, and he had carried you back to his little campfire, but he certainly had not a clue as to what to do with you.

Honestly, Malao found you kind of cute, and he found himself giggling at nothing in particular as he sat. He ate some mushrooms, climbed up and down nearby trees, and eventually settled next to your snoozing-form when night came. He was tired, and supposed the stranger wouldn’t mind if he just…

His arms wound up wrapped around your torso, and his face was stuffed into your side, his legs tangled with yours. He closed his eyes, and let himself fall asleep, clueless to the sleepy heap that he was cuddling, was slowly gaining consciousness.

The encounter in the morning had been INCREDIBLY embarrassing, but he was lucky that you didn’t run away, so now you were staying with him. He had explained his whole situation, from Ying, to his brothers, to Grandmaster, and even himself. The youngling had never had a talent for keeping his mouth shut.