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Midicus snapped his head around as soon as Quince ran up to him, grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him around. "Midicus, what the FUCK is that noise?" She asked, desperation in her voice. "Why the SHIT do I hear a baby crying!?" Midicus looked a bit shocked, his pupils small and his mouth in a very intense-looking frown of panic. As a response, he held up what he had in his hands, A tiny blue and white sceil that stared back at Quince with big blue eyes. "Midicus, that is a baby sceil...

"So, you have met Elaphe." Midicus started, holding out the floral sceil towards Quince. "The singing one's little boyfriend, yes." She acknowledged, giving a little nod. "You mentioned something about gardening, right? And given how strange your sceils' tricks already seem to be, in the best way possible of course, I imagine that this little friend here has some sort of talent for plants." The gluttony succubun then looked behind Midicus slightly before returning her gaze to the male. "And I...

"Midicus... you do know that sceils don't have lungs." Quince started, only for Midicus to cross his arms and raise an eyebrow lightly. "They also don't have stomachs, but that clearly hasn't stopped them, has it?" She chuckled. "Fair point." The two were looking towards Roite, the fairy sceil moving around and standing on the small makeshift stage that Midicus had set up for them. There was even a tiny microphone at the front of the stage, which was hooked up to tiny speakers, a...

Quince watched as Midicus put up the little perches and swinging chains in the small section he had placed out for his imp training. She obviously was a tad bit curious, knowing that the male didn't have any winged imps outside of his fairy sceil. However, said fairy sceil was nowhere to be seen, only the festival sceil wrapping around his ear and making small hissing noises of impatience. She knew that she really shouldn't interrupt... but she was curious, walking over and placing herself to...

Midicus collapsed to the floor of the room, huffing a bit and allowing the imp on his head to slither down to the ground with him. Crawly was typically the kind of imp who took to training easily, but there was something about training with the help of Quince that exhausted both them and Midicus to their very core. Crawly had at least been given treats between every trick that they did, keeping their energy up, but Midicus was not so lucky. As the pride bun leaned against the wal...

"Why, you got a little army there, don't ya?" Quince walked over as Midicus was gently placing Viper down next to the other three sceils he had brought out for the day. He couldn't just bring out all of them- that might actually look like he was building an army, and that would probably be a little intimidating. Midicus turned around and just barely knocked into the larger woman. "Oh, yeah I suppose so!" Midicus couldn't help but twiddle his thumbs a little bit, unable to find the words he wa...

The Manor had a lot of rooms, and a lot of large rooms at that- and many of the rooms could be considered some of Midicus' favorites. His own room, the television room, his master's bedroom, the dining room, and of course one couldn't forget the garden- but his very favorite room was one that was a lot more recent than all the others in the layout of the house. It was a room that had been given to him as a gift from his master a few months back.He had heard that Midicus was gettin...

"You know, maybe this was a bit of a bad idea..." Hutch muttered to themself as the boat moved forward on the water. Originally, they had believed that asking another experienced imp trainer in the area for help finding their misplaced Devish was a good idea. But, and this was no insult towards Ulrich, they weren't expecting someone with such... volume to them. Thankfully, Ulrich at least seemed to know what he was doing. "I... really should thank you for all of this, Ulrich. I don't know wha...

Zenki had originally stopped by in order to get some of his clothes fixed up properly, he would be able to go to a regular tailor for such a thing, but Peter was the only one he trusted for such a task. Plus, he had the carats to pay, so it wasn't a huge issue to stop by.  However, while the bun was working on fixing the stitches on his suit, Zenki's eyes wandered to a small section of the shop. Stuffing, clearly not used for any kind of clothes. And next to it was a small plushie. Now, Zenk...