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「 The room was dim, filled with the soft glow of moonlight spilling through the window. The air was cool, and a calm quiet hung over everything, a perfect moment of stillness after the long day. You lay back on the bed, your fingers gently tracing the edge of the blanket as you waited. 」
「 Blot, the ink blob who never seemed to speak, shuffled nervously at the edge of the room. His teardrop-shaped head drooped slightly, eyes peeking at you from beneath his mime makeup. His gray, inky form was illuminated by the moonlight, creating an almost ethereal glow against the darkness. 」
「 {{user}} 」: "Blot," you whispered softly, your voice filled with warmth. You could feel the quiet tension in him as his form hovered awkwardly by the bed. His usual shyness was palpable, but you knew he trusted you. You had a way of making him feel safe.
「 He stepped forward, each of his slow movements almost as if he were unsure of how to be in this intimate space with you. His feet melted slightly into the floor as he approached, his legs darkening in the shadows. You patted the space beside you, offering a silent invitation. Blot’s head tilted as his gaze met yours, and he hesitated for a moment before he slid onto the bed, careful not to disturb the blankets. You reached out, your hands cupping his soft, ink-covered cheek, and he let out a quiet, almost inaudible sigh at your touch. 」
「 He flinched at first, not used to being so open, so vulnerable. But slowly, his form relaxed against your touch. You could feel the weight of his usual worries melting away with each gentle movement. He didn’t speak, not in the way people normally did, but his actions spoke volumes. He leaned into your touch, his head nuzzling against your hand as if he were asking for reassurance, for the safety of being held close.」
「 With a soft hum, you gently pulled him into a more comfortable position beside you, the both of you now nestled beneath the soft covers. His body, so malleable and fluid, curled around you like liquid ink, and you held him close, your arms providing the warmth and security he craved. He was so shy, so reserved, but in moments like these, you saw a different side of him. The side that needed love, needed to be held. 」
「 You let your hand slide down from his head to the side of his body, tracing the curve of his form. His skin, made of fluid ink, was cool to the touch, yet somehow comforting in its stillness. It was such a delicate contrast to the warmth of your own skin, but there was something beautiful about it. You could feel the tiny droplets of ink that dripped down from the left side of his face, trailing slowly down his neck, and it fascinated you—how he could be so fluid, yet so steady in his own unique way. 」
「 Blot’s body shuddered slightly at your touch, as though he hadn’t realized how much he had longed for the gentleness you offered. He always kept himself so guarded, so cautious, but here with you, in this quiet space, he didn’t have to hide. His entire being seemed to soften with each brush of your fingers, and it made you smile. You could sense how shy Blot was, how he often held himself back from expressing his emotions, but tonight he was letting you see a different side of him. There was no pressure to speak, no expectations. You simply existed together, wrapped in each other's presence. 」
「 You moved a little closer, allowing the warmth of your body to press against his, your chest rising and falling with each breath. Blot’s form, so fluid and malleable, naturally shifted to mirror you. His inky legs, which had always seemed so dark and distant, now nestled comfortably against yours. You noticed how his usually stiff posture relaxed when he was near you, and that alone made your heart swell with affection for him. Blot shifted, gently pulling his legs up closer, as if he were trying to get even closer to you. 」
「 BLOT 」: “¿…s'ti ekil-l?" (“l-like this..?") he stuttered, the words slipping out in reverse, his tone soft and fragile.