now that it’s established that bones and furs can remain after a second death, the Eye-Out thorns the poly has probably also has a bunch of bones (particularly Myrtle’s area)
[A half asleep Mime slips on their pants as they tumble out of their bedroom into the living room where the Murder Clowns are - the room silent and all eyes on them as they enter.]
Mime Reader: zzz...!!!
[Green starts to drool, biting on the sleeve of their straitjacket. Yellow narrowly avoids chopping off one of Blue's fingers as they stab a knife between their fingers, their focus on the game at hand stole by Mime. Orange shares a glance with Purple before tackling the other clown to the ground.]
Orange: Keep it in your pants, freak.
Purple: How am I supposed to keep it in mine when they aren't wearing any!
Mime Reader: ???
[Red drapes a blanket over Mime's shoulders.]
Pink: Invisible underwear are one thing, Darling- You forgot to put on real pants this morning.
Mime Reader: :0 ......
[Mime Reader shrugs, tying the blanket around their waist as they walk into the kitchen. Purple reaches out them - only for Orange to put them in a headlock]
Orange: What did the fuck I just tell you?!
Purple: Dunno where you thought you going with this. You're just making it worse.
just the whole idea of the poly used to referring to some as their kits / parents and others as ‘uncles’/’aunts’/ ‘nephews’ / ‘nieces’ and then Tree and or Drizzle refer to someone (I want to say Myrtle) as dada or something, because why wouldn’t the young ones think that? And it causes them to think...”well aren’t we?” it’s not like they’re gonna say no this loved one isn’t your parent, since how true would that be? Aren’t they all dads and mom? And I imagine the apprentices (or former apprentices) kinda just wonder why they didn’t consider that before.
and maybe for some it’s confusing like above where they wonder how it should be, whereas others (probably Myrtle and Grouse) are chill and just like. yeah sure I’m dad.
and there’s also more warmth in how Alder and Myrtle, Hoot and Alder, Hoot and Myrtle, Grouse and Hoot, Grouse and Alder, and every relationship for the adults (romantic or platonic) feels closer because now they’re all parents to the same kits + parents to more kits
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also I imagine it happens something like Alder hearing his son or daughter go “dada?” (they would still be pretty young at the time), and would look at them only to see them looking to Myrtle. and when they try to point them to Alder, the kit just goes ‘not that dada, this dada’
Unrelated but errrmm I think I'm just. Ending my comic where it is bc. I'm officially losing motivation— soooooo if that decision becomes final, you gus will finally be able to see it... it was supposed to have more but yk how much work comics are..
[Mime Darling walks out of a storage closet covered head to toe in varying colors of body makeup. A passerby eyes the mime strangely.]
"You just walk out of a clown orgy or something?"
[The Murder Clown all walk out of the closest after Darling - The clowns exchanging kisses and fixing each other's clothes before kissing mime as they pass by them. Purple walks up and smacks Mime's thigh nest their rear as Orange glares at the stranger menacingly, arm drapped over Mime's shoulder.]
Mime Darling, signing: I suppose you could say that.
Yandere Murder Hornets who try human wine for the first time. They inspect it with curiosity and confusion, unsure how such a fruity drink could be so entertaining, but you insist that they at least give it a few sips.
Well they taste it over ice, and realize they really really like the bubbly liquid, becoming less angry and stoic and more cuddly and needy, beginning to paw at you for attention and a group of them surrounding you to beg for pets and kisses, getting pouty when you tell them to lay off the bottles and go take a nap
Very very different from the murderous beings who kill anything that moves too close to you. Still, pretty cute nonetheless.