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"Wait -- you're getting married?!"
No matter how coy he’d tried to be, Joshua couldn’t help the grin that threatened to split his face in two. “Yup! But you can’t say anything to Clifford, he doesn’t know, it’s Sunday so he’s not in yet.” He drummed his hands on the counter to ease the excitement that still had yet to wane. “He will be soon, though!”
Basil giggled brightly, lifting his hand and waving it in Clifford’s direction. “Pama’s pretty,” he added, before looking back up towards Furfur.
“Yes, my dear,” Furfur agreed with a smile, hazarding a glance of his own towards Clifford. “He most certainly is.”
“You’re pretty, too, Papa!” Basil chirped, lifting his arms into the air and delightedly kicking his feet. “We’re all pretty!”
Furfur laughed merrily, holding his son tightly and pulling him in for another cuddle. “That’s right, little one,” he chuckled, kissing the Nephil child’s face again as Basil giggled and shrieked his happiness.
Even me?
Clifford instinctively looked skyward; seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he turned toward the forest and had a moment of shame that he hadn’t noticed him earlier.
Don’t blame yourself - you were caught up in their collective presence, after all.
“Bloody hooligan,” Clifford muttered at seemingly nothing; within seconds, Joshua emerged from the forest, brushing stray leaves and twigs off of his arms. And grinning wide like a cat who’d gotten the canary. “Must you?”
“Alas, I must.” Then Joshua waved at Furfur and Basil. “Welcome back, Furf. Hey there, Basil.”
“Unca Joshie!” Basil’s happiness seemed boundless as he bounced delightedly in Furfur’s arms. “Papa’s back, Unca Joshie!”
“I see that, starshine. Didja bring him a sibling, Furf?”
Clifford threw Joshua a look. Joshua snickered. “C’mon, Pama-”
“Don’t.”
Joshua spread his arms wide, his grin wider. Clifford realized his behaviour was intentional: his annoyance was directed at him instead of Furfur. He sighed, staring at his soulfriend pointedly. Much to his chagrin, he didn’t seem willing to relent yet.
“Unca Joshie is here to bring li’l starshine here to the park, if that’s alright with Papa.” He looked from Basil to Furfur as he’d spoken, his smile benign yet with a knowing look in his eyes. It was all too clear to him that Clifford and Furfur needed some time to reunite with each other.
Beside him, Clifford made a flustered noise. Not like-! Don’t you roll your eyes at me. Joshua hadn’t rolled his eyes - not externally. You’re such a prick! He visibly grinned at that. He’d be whoever necessary to get the metaphoric ball rolling.
Furfur/Joshua, "It's About Time"
Summary: “I only see you as a friend.” “I only see you as the occasional pain in my side.” “Glad we got that out of the way.” “Oh, I’m not finished.” NSFW. ((*shrugging emoji*))
“Oh, come now. My misusage of words isn’t quite THAT bad.”
“Hate to break it to you, Furfy, but you’re a ramblin’ man.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Furfur. That’s not an easy feat.”
“No, it isn’t. But thank you. It was a while ago, but it’s a hurdle I’m glad that I conquered. Admittedly, there are still plenty more hurdles ahead of me.”
“You’re welcome! It’s good that you recognize these things, too, and if there’s anything I can do to help, whenever I can I’ll do my best to provide.” There’s no patronization whatsoever with his offer, just empathy and compassion.
“Can you blame them? There are beings across the spectrum that’re exactly like that, all manipulative and tricky for the wr- less pleasant reasons. Though the misguided belief about you in particular is on them, it’s led by whatever’s the most reviewed and circulated information available. Which I’m sure you already know.”
“I do indeed, yes. And when you put it like that, no, I can’t say that I do blame them. I’m acquainted with many beings that match that exact description. Ergo, I’m used to having people assume things about me based on my species alone. Hell, there was once a time when I assumed things about myself, based solely on my species. But I’ve thankfully put those days behind me.”
“I’m glad to hear that, Furfur. That’s not an easy feat.”
“Ahhh, that reputation. I suppose the demonologists at the time had to put something down that made you seem less ‘good’ for the sake of keeping their own perceptions of demons and angels in their own ideas of order. Or the overarching view of the time’s idea of order. Something like that.”
“Yeah, that’s the one! I wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case, actually. People’s heads would implode if they knew that the morality spectrum of demons and angels isn’t as black and white as it appears to be. Some have convinced themselves that I actually do live up to that reputation, and my whole honest personality is some big facade I’ve developed over time to trick people into a false sense of security.”
“Can you blame them? There are beings across the spectrum that’re exactly like that, all manipulative and tricky for the wr- less pleasant reasons. Though the misguided belief about you in particular is on them, it’s led by whatever’s the most reviewed and circulated information available. Which I’m sure you already know.”
“I was under the impression your reputation was more on the side of overt honesty.”
“Oh, I wish. I suppose, technically speaking, that is my reputation among people who actually know me. Apparently, no one has bothered to inform the demonologists of this fact, however.”
“Ahhh, that reputation. I suppose the demonologists at the time had to put something down that made you seem less ‘good’ for the sake of keeping their own perceptions of demons and angels in their own ideas of order. Or the overarching view of the time’s idea of order. Something like that.”
“Oh really now? If you’re ‘to be honest’, eh? What, you weren’t before?” There’s an unspoken ‘gotcha-now-sucker’ aspect to his ribbing.
“Pfft. It’s a figure of speech, my friend. Despite my reputation, I am rarely ever not honest.” His smile was slightly cheeky.
“I was under the impression your reputation was more on the side of overt honesty.”
“It’s ‘cause it’s coming from me, eh?”
“Probably, if I’m to be honest. You have a refreshing sense of humour.”
“Oh really now? If you’re ‘to be honest’, eh? What, you weren’t before?” There’s an unspoken ‘gotcha-now-sucker’ aspect to his ribbing.
“A thesaurus!”
Saw that coming. Still.
“Oh, hell’s bells…that shouldn’t be as funny as it is.”
“It’s ‘cause it’s coming from me, eh?”
“I’ve got another!”
“What type of dinosaur has the most extensive vocabulary?”
“I don’t know, what type?”
“A thesaurus!”
“Archaeology!”
He miiiiight be a bit proud of himself for that one.
Furfur couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, that’s so bad, but it’s so good…”
“I’ve got another!”
“What type of dinosaur has the most extensive vocabulary?”
@greatearlofhell
“Hey, Furfur, what’s the best kind of profession to pick a bone with?” He’d be genuinely surprised if Furfur hadn’t heard this joke yet.
“I don’t know, Joshua, what is the best kind of profession to pick a bone with?” He knew the punchline, but he wanted to leave Joshua the satisfaction of saying it.
“Archaeology!”
He miiiiight be a bit proud of himself for that one.
“Hey, Furfur, what’s the best kind of profession to pick a bone with?” He’d be genuinely surprised if Furfur hadn’t heard this joke yet.
FF+ Joshua
Send me “ff+” and a character name and my character will react to finding and reading a graphic and sex-filled fanfiction of themselves and that character.
“Oh, what fresh hell is this?! You can’t be serious. This has got to be some sort of joke. I’m not– this is– okay, so we’re doing the bondage thing now, that’s fun, I guess. Wait…oh, god, not the puns. Not the bloody Nephil and demon puns, nooooooo! My eyes, make it stop!! I can’t tell if I want to laugh at this or cry.”
Anti-honesty: Your thoughts on Clifford and Joshua? ((bc i gotta see this xD))
Anti-honesty hour day! Ask me anything and I will respond with blatant lies.
“Joshua disgusts me. I mean, who does this guy even he think he is? Putting on this whole big charade, pretending that he’s the world’s nicest guy just so he can get in bed with girls? It’s sick. So ungentlemanly. Real prick, let me tell you. Hold on, who’s Clifford, again?”
