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Who: Milla and Psiioniic
What: Milla needs cheering up from her post-death aftereffects. The solution? KITTENS.
Where: 431 Peepers St
When: Late afternoon, 2/6
Warnings: EXTREME CUTENESS.

It's been hard for Milla, since she came back to life. She's felt so...strange. Awful. The last time she was this depressed, she'd just lost all her children, and while her death at the Condesce's house was certainly traumatic, it doesn't explain the violence of her emotional reaction to it.

It doesn't help that her nightmares have been worse and her leg-stumps have been bleeding on and off, too. It's been getting a little better the past day or two, but she still feels awful about everything, and even though Psii has recovered from his amnesia the two of them are tiptoeing around each other after how very not well that went.

He's out at the moment, though - late home from work - so Milla stays curled on the couch, waiting for their drone children to come home, feeling like she doesn't much want to do anything ever again. God, she's in such a funk, this is so weird.

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"Darling, are you all right?" Milla fusses immediately, pulling the pencil out of his hand and checking him over. "Honestly, you are so silly sometimes! Shush now, there's no need to panic."

There is a small little mark from where the pencil jabbed him near the eyebrow, but not much else, thankfully. Psii's face is quite flushed and he shrugs his shoulders up around his ears. "I'm fine! I'm fine, I'm not panicking. Who'th panicking."

"I'm not going to press you for an answer right this instant, you know," she says quietly, smoothing some of Psii's hair back from his face. "I'd just like to try things out with you, darling. Go on a few dates. Think about it, okay? But you don't have to answer just yet."

And with that she turns back to cuddling the kittens. "When were these little babies fed last, mm?"

...He has no idea what humans do on dates.

But with the conversation drifting from that topic, he calms down and resolves to ask about alien mating rituals some other time. Cats are the new topic apparently? Okay. "Well, I don't know, I kind of jutht... bought them from Dii."

"Out of concern for me? You are a sweetheart." She almost kisses his cheek, the gesture familiar between them, but then pauses, considering that maybe he doesn't want to feel pressured by that right now. "We should probably get things set up for them, then. What do you think we should name them?"

A blank stare.

"...You name them?"

Aliens. So. weird.

An equally blank stare.

"You don't?"

Blank stare olympics.

"Highbloodth might? But not a lot of lowbloodth have the rethourtheth for anything more than our luthuth..."

"When you were Artollo you kept talking about high and low bloods, too...mind telling me what that's about? And anyway, now that you can have a pet, why not name it, mm?"

"What would you even name it..." Still positively bewildered, he grabs the pencil and paper again, and writes down the list of known blood colors, top to bottom, high to low.

"Trollth don't all have the thame colorth like humanth do. We have different oneth. You remember the Condethe? That'sth our Empreth, ath high at you can go becauthe her blood ith tyrian purple. Dii ith green, which ith a pretty alright color, more or leth in the middle." Smirking darkly, he taps 'yellow'.

"And that'sth me. Yellow, near the bottom." A pause, and then he scribbles in something to the side, away from the orderly list- 'BRIIGHT CHERRY RED'.

"Eth ithn't on the thpectrum. Nobody elthe hath ever had that color blood before. Ath far ath motht trollth are contherned, he'th a mutant."

"Anything you want!"

But, point taken. She leans in to watch as he scribbles the colors in a column.

"So basically you have blood very much like the spectrum of visible light...that's so interesting! And Signless, who has blood the color of a human's, doesn't fit with this dynamic. Well, there's nothing wrong with being different, and he's a very sweet boy." She smiles over at Psii. "How is he doing now that things are back to...something more normal?"

A snort. "For you humanth, maybe it'sth no big deal, but back home, he'd be culled for it like that."

When the topic of Signless and the... experiment is brought up, however, Psii falls silent, staring down at the little list he's made. Finally, slowly, he answers. "He'll... He'll be okay. The finth are thtill there, but I think they'll leave thoon enough..." Hunching in on himself with his elbows on his knees, he sighs. "They did thomething really fucked up with that thychic trick of theirth... Tyrianth aren't thuppothed to have that thort of power. Only the Condeth'th hellbeatht of a guardian..."