here come dat boi

The giant hated to see her so forlorn at the mention of monsoon season. They had settled into a pretty fantastic friendship, even in this brief time. His brows pinched together. However, the mention of a giant, furry umbrella brought twinkling mirth back into her eyes. “I could probably walk right under you, too” she joked. It was a bit of a shock to meet someone who wasn't afraid to mock their own stature. His smaller cousins tended to go on the offensive as soon as he mentioned their diminutive size. A sigh heaved from her small form. “Just thinking of the damage to the herbs all this rain is going to do” she muttered. The corners of his lips turned downward in a frown.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we can find some stuff when the rain lets up. No one ever died from a little drowning, right?" he was joking, and terribly. His features shifted into a goofy grin, hoping to improve her mood again. He didn't like it when others were upset, especially if he could do something about it. Apparently, his fumbling had done the trick already. A spark returned to her icy eyes, laughter bubbling up in her voice when she said “Oh good, I could imagine how a mouse might feel in an avalanche at the thought”

Booming laughter erupted from his jaws, chin tilting upwards and eyes squeezing shut. This girl was a riot and a half! They both knew he wouldn't hurt a fly, and that made it all the more amusing. When his sides easedd their heaving, and he could breathe again, he wiped at one emerald eye with the side of his wrist. Were those tears? Ah jeez, he hadn't laughed that hard since he'd set off from home. It felt good. He must have missed her taking him up on his offer, because she was already shuffling closer. She sidled up close, spine fitting against his chest and belly. She tucked her head onto her paws, but he adjusted his forelimbs in case she wanted to use one of his instead. After a moment or two of getting comfortable, she piped up "Did you say mum's?"

"Yeah," he rumbled, resting his cheek back down against the cool stone floor. "I had three moms, and one dad. Lots of siblings to wrestle with growing up. Before they started dispersing, I had eighteen." a soft smile played at his dark lips. He missed his family, especially in moments like this. Curled up before bed, trying to get comfortable. It wasn't the same, not without all those bodies piled up all around. They didn't always share a den, but when it rained, or they were especially tired, he often found himself in a pile of limbs. It was the best sleep he'd ever had, nearly suffocating amongst all those other bodies.

"speech"