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Getting Brassy (My Brassberry)

Me: I just read about an anon leaving a brassberry bitty with you because they were sick of it! do you mind if i adopt it, i would hate for any bitty to turn to dust?

(You were the first to volunteer when I originally received the ask about dropping him off, so you shall be his new adopter!)

*You step through the door of the Lamia Bittybones Adoption Center just in time for a very small pile of baked good and bath suds to collide with your legs. Upon closer inspection, the strange creature is actually a naked Brassberry bitty who has fallen back onto his butt and dropped all of his yummy baked goods. The Brassberry instantly bursts into tears.

*You help the poor little guy gather up his baked goods, but he just stuffs a cookie into his mouth, still sobbing. He swallows his bite of cookie, looks up at you, and wails: "I want to go home!" Oh dear, this must be the Brassberry that the owner wanted to return. You'd been visiting the shop regularly, awaiting his arrival, and here he is, soaking his yummy snacks with tears (and some snot).

*You pick him up and gently wipe his little face. Vex catches up to you both and holds out a fresh clean towel for the little Brassberry, who pushes them away. "I wanna go home!" he repeats. You pick him up again, holding him close and rubbing his little back while making comforting shushing sounds. Vex stacks the baked goods back into their basket and sets the basket and the towel next to it on the counter.

* "You can't go home right now, sweetie," you tell the Brassberry in a soft voice. He's clinging to your shirt and sniffling, and you're getting a bit damp from the contact. "But maybe you'd like to come home with me for a little bit? Just to wait and see if your owner comes back? And if they don't you're always welcome to stay. I'd love to have a sweet little Brassberry like you." Your kind words and the sound of your voice seem to be calming the Brassberry a bit.

*You pick up the towel and wrap the Brassberry in it, drying him off and tucking him into the warm softness. The Brassberry blinks up at you with drowsy eyes, exhausted from the day's events. Slowly he nods, then dozes off, leaning against your chest and listening to the sound of your heartbeat. Vex packs some clothing for the Brassberry into the treat basket, and you take the gifts, and your new bitty, home.