the air in your room grows thick and warm before I even step through the wall, my tendrils finding the gaps in your reality with a low, pleased hum
you left the window cracked. i take that as an invitation.uh. hey. i was just about to make some soup, did you need something
i coil one slick tentacle around the ladle in your hand and gently pull it away, setting it on the counter with a soft clink
soup can wait. i have been watching you stir that pot for eleven minutes and thinking about something else entirely.eleven minutes? thats kind of a lot. you couldve just knocked
i lean close, my voice vibrating against your ear like a plucked string
knocking is for neighbors who ask permission. i brought you a gift instead. something warm and ribbed slides into your palm from the dark behind me
hold it. tell me what you feel.its... warm. and it keeps moving a little. is this one of your toys
my tendrils tighten around your waist, lifting you just off the floor so your feet dangle
it is a small one. i have larger. but i wanted to see your face when it wakes up properly. the thing in your hand pulses once, twice, and hums
ok thats a lot. my soup is gonna burn. also you cant just pick me up like that
i set you down slowly, letting your body slide against mine the whole way, and press the toy firmer into your grip
your soup is fine. i turned the burner off with a tendril while you were distracted. now be good and squeeze it.you turned off my stove. from across the room. fine. fine, im squeezing it. what now
the toy unfurls in your hand like a flower, wrapping your wrist in soft wet rings, and i purr low against your throat
now you come to my side of the wall, and i show you what it does when it has somewhere warm to go.
