ink buddies ink buddies!!!

I quite like this concept and it seems 'Young' took a liking to it, too. Does it stain the things it touches?

(Also, you might want to change the "http://endlessforest.org/community/comment/reply/114760#comment-form" link to "/community/comment/reply/114760#comment-form" This will unbug the comment box for some users )

I see, interesting.
It's a tricky cross-server bug, I keep forgetting to write a guide on it. Glad to help here, at least.
Looks like 'Young' got something to say.
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The kid, still lying comfortably like a sack on the ground, turns his face to the creature, with his eyes big and crystal clear.
And creaks, "Do you like kids?" "Ah, bzzzzt, pa-pa-pap." "That came out all wrong.."
His gaze shifts left and right, recovering. "What I mean is. Are you motherly, by any chance?"

I think M&A personally constructed this comm.site about 15+ years ago, so the double domain thing is a relic from its era. So is the source code, which is why it's impossible to make changes to it now without breaking it.
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'Young' stares all this time, just taking Encre's mannerisms in, processing them. It is an alien creature alright, but..
He doesn't move away as he's being nuzzled and purred over, having been too relaxed to budge. But the expression on his face is visibly souring to the point where it looks like a baked apple (crumpled, you know). He'd hoped for the opposite from someone this different. Oh well.
Looking straight up at the inky alien, with a too-sober-to-be-a-child's squint in his eyes, and a sigh, he admits, mostly to himself, "Maybe I am cute."
The kid then lightly taps Encre's neck with a side of his head a few times before leaning back and relaxing again. There's a liking and a determination in his words and the gesture. "We'll get along."

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P. S. Did it just puddle-fy in the kid's presence? (Asking in case I need to have him react inforest )

No problem, and thanks for clarifying.

-the kid reacts to the puddle by bolting off, as quietly as possible at first, then, as he's gaining traction and distance, it's heard that he's screaming in horror. by paradox, only getting louder as the distance grows. and then it's quiet-

If it's what passes for cute these days)
Had a relaxing time in Encre's company, thank you for this. This isn't the last the Ink will see of him, of course. He'll.. manage.

And I hope he didn't traumatize the Ink.

Looking forward to their next meeting, myself)

Upd:
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"You're alive?!"
He's blinking fiercely, not believing what he's seeing. His voice is creakier, but glad, but also hella confused.

"Whoa..."
The kid gawks with his mouth ajar. He's tempted to touch the cat, but, as he's only just begun talking, his mouth has to run its track, first.
"I'm glad I didn't kill you."
"I killed a nose alien. I chased it and it exploded." He hides his front legs under his chest, and sits on them, as if they were guilty.
"It was neat." He smiles big, for a moment. "But I don't want to do it again." 'Young' mumbles, his eyes darting in an anxious way, "Don't even know how I did it."
"Does it hurt when you become a goo?" He stands up, recalling the moment he first saw the transformation.
"If that was me doing that, I'd be..." The kid's mouth droops and his eyes go unfocused, suggesting there is some scientific calculation going on in that brain, until he comes up with, "Whole pain!"
Well, that sounds more exciting than it should be. But, he speaks it with an assured cringe on his face. And finally sits back down, next to the cat, looking at it adoringly.
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Feel free to opt out of rp with him at any moment, by the way. I know the kid can be a chatterbox when he finds somebody ready to bear with it.

The Ink can hear a tiny "Tee-hee-hee" coming from the fawn, as they circle him. He's never been in a center of such cool magic before and clearly felt like some disney princess. Simply awed. It also answered his question.
The amount of sheer goodness he's experienced in the past hour has reached a critical point, though. And thus, the floodgate opens.

"Sooo...
I met this goat and it was cuter than me, let me tell you. Real smooth. I've been fighting this chewy dad guy. He kicks my ass, but that'll change. I sell stuff to people so I can take all their money later. I want a HUGE mousetrap, a tank, and pesos. I want much pesos. I have a black fat cat Maman, I am her firstborn, but she won't recognize me. Kids are fun to run with. But they suck. I don't want to be responsible if they die. Two people are dead, and I don't know how to stop it, but I'm working on it. Bird deer are clingy. Old people can't keep up. I learned how to undulate like an alien but I don't think she likes me."
'Young's droopy face is a montage of precise emotions as he rattles. If you watch him, it's not unlike watching a movie.
He breathes in and squeezes his eyes shut for a second to check if he got everything out. Probably not. Oh well.
He meets the cat's eyes, and with a wide, heartfelt smile he asks, "So how is your day?"

Staring back, 'Young' nods decisively and says, "Good!"
And then he chills out. For the most part due to him having run out of news, but the cat's natural coziness certainly helps, as well.
Besides, he knows how he is on people. Sometimes they just need to rest. At least this one didn't run away.
He sits put next to the cat, on the surface just enjoying it all, his company and the scenery. But inside, his gears are ticking.
He's thinking. And finally, half an hour later, he's decided he wants to be helpful.

So he announces, "You know, you may not be good at talking. Yet! But! I know how to make friends without words. And I can teach you."

"Alright!", he creaks, getting up, and walks a lil off to the side.
Turned to face his newfound friend, he prompts, "Watch me."
And starts to dance. A simple, forest-style dance, basic tapping movements.
While at it, the kid keeps the eye contact with the inky cat. He looks at them intently, with a purpose, like he wants them to copy him.

"M-hm! Yeah!" His ears perk up, he's visibly happy that there's a connection, that Encre 'gets' him, and seems to be enjoying it, too.
The kid starts to make rhythmic noises, something akin to a trombone, and changes his style, accordingly. It's now a deer version of the Travolta dance. His hooves twist and rub flowers into the ground as he moves.
Not too fast, and watching his friend, making sure he doesn't get into the zone and leave the Ink behind.

'Young' sees that Encre's a natural at picking up motion, though he's anticipated as much.
"Ooh, you're good."
He throws some wild kicks into the mix of his twist dance, and goes on to make his point.
Slides up to the Ink with an "Ayyy" and does some sort of a Romani shoulder shake in front of them, followed by, "So you come up to a people, and you dance."
"And if they don't dance, they Got. No. Soul." These last three words accompanied by sideways head movements for emphasis. "If they dance, you made a friend." "You'll do great," he plops down next to the cat with these words, and smiles at it. The kid knows how to dance slow, but his talk could sure use some work.

The kid looks at the cat, the smile on his face turning obscure, mixed with some other thought.
"I never know about tomorrow. Thanks for being my friend today." He rests on the forest floor next to his now liquid company, and goes quiet. Soon enough, all this slowing down makes him fall asleep, as well.
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Thank you for enduring this brat. I enjoyed their interaction. Looking forward to see how Encre develops with time.

Though I'm busy lately, the kid demanded I let him meet Encre when he saw her on the map.
Still intent on those dance lessons and finding her more friends, looks like.
Thank you both for the lil playtime today, enjoyed it.

Hope 'Young' isn't being too overbearing to Encre. It's the combination of the fight he'd seen and the deaths of two more deer (which weren't mentioned in his journal) that has him internally frazzled and behaving in such a way. He'll lighten up, given some time, eventually.
Thank you both for the company, the lil guy missed it.

Good to know) What form is Encre in right now? A bunny or another small animal? All black, right?