Bangs · 12:44pm Nov 17th, 2021

“And then he said, ‘this wasn’t just any regular body’. And I said what? And he said ‘it’s your mom’s!’”

Griff deadpanned at his symbiote’s awful storytelling. This was, what, the sixth time he told this story? “Griffon has heard enough,” he grumbled, laying on his front and burying his head under the pillow.

“Don’t you wanna hear about the plethora of ‘your maternal birthgiver’ jokes I’ve learnt living in modern Equus? They’re actually quite scrumptious.”

Griff would’ve given an answer had he not heard the door opening.

“Griff? Griiiiff!”

“Present,” said the umbrum, sitting up. Then he turned towards the doorway. He met gazes with Flutterwings, who, oddly, looked somewhat different than she usually did. Heck, for a few seconds, he had thought he was staring at a completely different nymph. “…small changeling?”

“…hi, Griff.”

Griff gasped, stumbling out of bed. And, of course, flopping ungracefully onto the floor. His mane left char marks on it as he whipped his head back up, staring attentively.

“Flutterwings…not replaced by foreign spy with long hair?”

“What are you talking about?” Flutterwings pushed away a portion of her bangs out of her face.

Griff sighed in relief upon locking eyes with her.

“…who the buck is this?”

“Griffon has sister. One that looks like… tiny Russian spy.”

“Huh …I do?” The nymph tilted her head.

Griff paused.

“Tiny Russian assassin that kills with cuteness. Griffon dies a little on the inside every time she gets sad.” He reached over and patted her head gently. Flutterwings giggled.

“Oh, Griff … Whenever I’m with you, I’m nowhere near sad. And uh, probably not a Russian spy.” She blew at her bangs.

“Tiny bug-sassin. Half bug, all sass.” Griff smirked, picking up his little sister and rubbing her mane earning a smile and a nuzzle from her. “But, tell brother, why small bug come all this way? Griffon’s room is much too far.” He gave an exasperated sigh.

“You think everything is too far.”

“Shush, symbiote.”

“Well, I was wondering where my hair ties were. I thought I might check on you.”

“Hair ties, stay missing. Sass bug, stay like this.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Griffon appreciates bangs.” He said, playfully blowing them away from her eyes. Then he embraced her.

“But brother, my hair ties—”

“Griffon will help you look for them later. Maybe. Does not make any promises.”

The nymph sighed heavily, nuzzling her brother.

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