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[Shadeslayer243]

Shaift nodded, a bobbing of a slightly larger mass of goo near the top f him, and walked with her.

Vesta laughed quietly to herself, the weird mass of goo looming beside her. She poked it again and laughed, her head feeling a little dizzy. She attempted to lean on the goo, almost falling through it and tripping ovrr.

[12.]

Tynkur sat up as well, ready to offer her arm in case she needed help.

Shaift chuckled and become slightly more solid so she could lean on him there, now you should be ale to lean on me he said aloud.

[Shadeslayer243]

Vesta smiled, thats better she muttered as she lends kn the more solid goo Shaift. She yawned a little and said something, not remembering what it was, but remembering how her words whirled around them. The lavender purple of her words with traces of silver drifting through them. Vesta smiled, and nudged Shaift to say something to see what colour hiw words would be.

[12.]

"I love you." he said, the words coming out like an oil hanging in the air dripping, oozing, filling the air with hate, and loathing.

[Shadeslayer243]

Vesta frowned, "why are you all goopy anyway?" She asked, the lavender words covering his words and makin the air feel worried and confused.

[12.]

"I guess since I have no actual form,I became this when we came to dream land?" he said questionaly his words oozing in the world with as much reluctance as his form was to moving.

[Shadeslayer243]

((Not understanding.... ))

[12.]

"I guess since I have no actual form,I became this when we came to dream land?" he said questionaly his words oozing in the world with as much reluctance as his form was to moving.

[Shadeslayer243]

"Hmm, maybe." Vestas lavender words swirled a bit more, "maybe try taking a form? It might work" more of her lavender words spilled forth, mixing with Shaidts words and vexing a darker purple.

[12.]

He shifted into the form he always wears around her, but it looked just like clothing on him now, the ooze poking out like a fat stomach, the legs folding like pants over his ooze 'legs' if they could even be called legs. It is fine, I can wear nothing here if that is what it must be he said, it echoing around, slowly like travelling through a very thick substance.