forum Demons of Hell (Closed, but stalkers are welcome~)
Started by @Vuclan-is-tired
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Met straightened up a little and took Jason’s hands.
“Alright, now say this incantation the best you can.” He then rattled off a long string of words that the pair could hardly understand but followed anyway.

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Met finished too, his eyes brimming with slight recognition that couldn’t be mistaken.
“Good. Now, take this…” He rummaged around and put down a little ball of fur between them. It had little feathers sticking out of it.
“Pluck two feathers from the puff and… jeesus… ingest it.”

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He looked at the puff and takes a deep breath. It was just like swallowing a pill, right? He plucks his then gazes at Met. "Together." He says softly.

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It squeaked when Jason removed a feather. Met looked rather reluctant to hurt the little creature. He carefully took a feather off of it (it still gave a faint squeak) and looked up at Jason with a nod.
“Together.”

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Met did about the same but didn’t gag. He glanced up at Zackary, who wasn’t looking, but Met could’ve sworn he was.
“Good,” Zackary grunted, shutting his journal. “That’s it. Now we have to wait.”

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Zackary set down the journal and the little puff of feathers and slid his guinea pig’s cage over.
“For now you guys can pet these two.”

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Met moved around so he sat comfortably next to Jason, looking down at the squeaking pigs. Rocko was on his back paws, squealing shrilly at Zackary for food.
Sammy was gently squeaking at Jason, sniffing for fingers, or better yet: food.

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Zackary chuckled. “I’ll feed them later. Be careful, guys, they might-“
Rocko gave a furious shrilly squeak and exhaled a long burst of fire.

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Zackary laughed, swatting at some embers on his flannel sleeve. “Yes, they do that.”
Met had toppled over in shock in the pig’s sudden breath of fire, shaking.

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Met caught his breath and gazed fearfully at the pigs, who went back to squeaking shrilly for food.
Zackary took notice. “The fire doesn’t hurt. It’s when they’re threatened that they actually attempt to hurt.”

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Zackary smiled and lifted up Rocko. “Would you like to hold him?”
Met blinked a couple times then reached out. Zackary deposited the pig and Met held it close. It was warm and fuzzy.

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Rocko made a faint squeaking noises and climbed up Met’s shirt. It got up to his shoulder, where he nibbled on Met’s ear and curled into his warm neck.

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Zackary laughed gently, stroking Sammy who had run over to him. “They’re very sweet. They love the warmth of others.”

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Met turned a faint red, which the pig squeaked happily at. Met leaned into Jason, grinning.

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Met stroked the pig gently, who squeaked gently. Met stopped, telling it wasn’t a good thing.
Zackary smiled. “You can continue petting him. He loves attention.”