They the Wubbox : Rewritten

[Chapter 61]

With a quick flash, his body was glowing white, his form shifting in a split second before turning back to normal. Kayna and Kayno already had their umbrella out as rain began to pour down. It quickly began to dampen Attmoz's new fur, but he didn't care. He opened his eye, looking around at the island–newly decorated with trees, plants, and other buildings.
He turned his sight down, seeing the smaller water celestial below him.
"HAHA! I'M TALLER NOW!" Attmoz laughed, pointing at Hornacle to boast.

"Loodvigg and Torrt are still much taller than you. Let's just get inside." Hornacle told him, starting to turn and walk away.

"Actually, before you go!" Kayna called out to them, holding a small package in her hands.

Attmoz turned back around, looking over with slight confusion until he noticed the box she held. "Oh! Why thank you.." Attmoz smiled at them, stepping forward as his claws clicked against the ground, gently taking the box from her, and keeping it close to his chest to stop it from getting too wet–though his chest was also drenched from the rain.
Attmoz quickly ran after Hornacle, ducking under the roof off the porch to hide from the rain. As the two fire monsters began to leave once more, Attmoz and Hornacle waved to them, and they waved back.
Attmoz looks down at the box. On top, there was a letter attached to it with tape "From: Riff".
"Well, open it up, Attmoz." Hornacle encouraged him, handing him a letter opener with his crab-claw.

"Alright, I will calm down.." Attmoz huffed, his longer tail turning to curl around his paws.
He took the letter opener, gently slicing the tape on the package, and taking the letter. He cut it open, and read what was written on it.

Hello Attmoz, It's Riff. Though my life has been a bit of a wild mess recently, I think you'd be pleased to know that it has been doing well. I may even have a new friend, or partner if they're willing to go further than just friends. Maybe you know them? They probably do not want me to tell you explicitly, but it is one of Wubbox's children. Either way, I wish you luck on your future journeys. (On the other side of this paper is a note from Hoola and Rooba.) —Riff, Air Island.
He turned the paper over.
Hey Dad! It's Hoola and Rooba! So far, nothing too interesting has been happening, BUT I (Hoola) have finally been talking to Pompom again. I know it'll be hard to ever forgive her for what she did, but she seems to have actually been trying to change! She even has a Boyfriend and Son! (If you didn't know, that son is a wubbox, is in highschool, and starting his own congregation!) Ask Rooba about it if you have questions, because he's been friends with him (Shiko) for a while now! Maybe next time you meet up Shiko could come along? Rooba says that's maybe, because Shiko has been busy as well, but he'll try. We hope to see you soon! [ the package is from us, not Riff ;) ]
—Your favorite oldest daughter, Hoola. (And oldest son Rooba)

"Oh, how sweet!" Attmoz cooed with a smile, turning his head to the side.

"Who's it from?" Hornacle asked, just as syncopite stepped through the door and handed them a clean towel.

"It's from Riff, and Hoola and Rooba! I didn't think Hoola or Rooba would send something along with Riff, but that's so kind of them!" He tittered, his tail swishing around behind him.

"It sure is! At least they did something." Hornacle agreed. "Now, what's in the box?"

Attmoz handed the letter to Hornacle, then used the letter cutter again to cut the tape, and open it up. Inside, there were three small containers. Two had clear lids, and small squares inside, each square holding some kind of color, and a glittery variant next to it. A smaller one on top was in the shape of a cloud.
"How thoughtful of them!" Attmoz squeaked, bringing one hand up to his gently blushed face.

"What is it?" Hornacle inquirer, stepping forward to look in the box.

"It's..rather embarrassing for me to say out loud, but you can get the picture!"

Hornacle looked in to see the colorful makeup, in rows of many colors. "Oh. I didn't think you were into..that."

"Well, it's an expression! I can present myself however I wish." Attmoz told him confidently, bringing a hand through his wet hair.

"I'm not denying that. Let's just dry you off and get inside."

"Hmpf. Fine.."
Hornacle stepped over, bringing the towel up to his face to gently wipe him off. A small purr formed in his throat from content. The rain falling onto the tiled ground of the island was soothing to listen to, like a beautiful melody of natural noise.

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