You Look Lost

House Call

Gris was sat on a stool staring at a plant on the counter totally entranced by the movements the small flower moved and swayed plus the small hisses it would make when startled.

"It's a Paresthesia, mostly harmless though I wouldn't suggest letting it bite you"

Moxxie says softly not looking up from the paste he was mixing in a pot on the counter, Gris looks to Moxxie with interest.

"What would happen?"

Gris asks with clear interest and Moxxie looks to him.

"Well at this size you feel itching and numbness, bigger well... In the best case it would knock you out worst case it would cause you alot of pain with a colorful bite mark"

Moxxie says and Gris nods quickly then sits up crossing his legs on the seat.

"Are you going to use it to protect your garden?"

Gris asks Moxxie nods as he starts scraping out the paste into a jar.

"Once it's a little bigger I will plant it in the back garden but I have to build a bond with it so it doesn't eat me"

Moxxie says with smile making Gris chuckle nervously understanding Moxxie joke was light hearted but still none the less it was the truth. Moxxie grabs a box from under the counter and opens it revealing a few tiny pieces of meat and holds out a pair of long tweezers to Gris.

"Here you feed it"

Moxxie says Gris gently takes the tweezers and carfully picks a piece of meat, the small plant hiss turning to Gris as if it could smell the meat. Gris carfully moves the meat closer the plant opens its mouth looking like it was going to strike. Gris was confused he had assumed if it could that it should have teeth and just as he was going as the plant jabs at the meat it's small jagged teeth untucked from the sides of it's mouth and dig into the meat ripping from the tweezers.

"Woah"

Gris chuckles looking to Moxxie who smile the door opens making them both look. There small imp boy looking scared but was clutching a handful of what looked like souls.

"Hello there little one"

Moxxie says softly the little imp looks to Moxxie.

"placet auxilium meum, infirmum est"

The boy says holding up the handful of souls, Moxxie didn't understand and Gris looks at Moxxie.

"I don't understand what he said, what language it that?"

Moxxie asks and Gris shoots him an odd look seeking as most imps knew Latin, hell he himself was brought up with it at home.

"He uh said his mother is sick"

Gris said and Moxxie looks to the boy and nods before picking up a bag behind the counter.

"Tell him to show us the way"

"Us?"

Gris says slightly frightened and Moxxie comes around the counter slinging the bag on his back.

"Yes us, I don't understand this language I need you Gris"

Moxxie says desperately Gris looks between the boy and Moxxie then nods getting up.

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They arrive at a home the door was open the boy at this point was holding Moxxie hand leading him to the front room and female imp was laid on the floor clutching her chest. Moxxie kneels by the woman moving her hair from her face she looks at him her skin was pail and clammy to the touch.