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Horuss X Reader #1

(Warning: Very slight language)

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Horuss's wriggling day had been looming closer and closer, and you could honestly only pray that you'd get his gift finished in time. Sure, you could have just gone and brought him something, but...it...it just didn't feel right to, not after how close you'd gotten with him after his breakup with Rufioh.

You were nearly always with him now, either watching him build this or that, or just talking about anything and everything. He was very interested in earth and its feats- it's 'musclebeasts' to be more precise, and he would pester you for hours to retell even the simplest story involving them.

You didn't mind in the least, but it was hard to keep up with his seemingly never tiring form sometimes.

If you weren't crushing hard on the troll, you would have mistaken yourself for his moirail at this point- as many others had before.

Now, back to your gift.

Sighing heavily, you fidgeted with your brush again, trying to make sure the small carved figure was coated properly before you set it aside to dry with the others. You'd spent days working on these things, the small wooden horses all posed and regal looking on your desk. Varnished, painted and looking just how you remembered them to be on earth...

He'd love them, you just knew it.

Sure, he'd have to be very careful with them, what with them being so small and breakable- but he'd appreciate it all the same.

Straightening up with a groan, you popped your back and stretched, absentmindedly tossing the brush into the container with the others as you did so.

Gog, it felt like you'd been hunched over for hours- and if the clock was right, you actually had been.

Ignoring the alert from your pesterchum again, you set about tidying up and heading to bed, intent on getting a good nights rest after all your hard work.

Another alert from your computer- ignored, as you were too preoccupied changing into your night clothes.

Another- ignored again as you got a snack.

Another- ignored once more, albeit begrudgingly as you tried to settle into your covers.

Annnnnnd then your door was assaulted, a frantic Captor rushing into your home with a high pitched yell- almost resembling a war cry as he entered your room.

Shooting up just in time to avoid his almost body-slam like hug, you scrambled out of bed and onto your feet, Latula shooting you an apologetic look as she slowly trudged in to try and drag the man out.

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