hanaban | Nimona ☆ White Tiger

Buuuuuuuuut...?

[ she's going to eat paint instead because of why ]

Obviously I can't here? [gives him a duh look

also she's eaten much worse than paint. it's fine.]

[ soda cans ]

You're limited to, what, mammals only or something?

Yep.

[c:]

Can you turn into a whale?!

[ BIG PINK WHALE ]

[HELP

she clacks her teeth at him.]

I could. If I wanted to.

You do!

I do not. Unless you have something you want to bribe me with.

[ what does he have in his pockets...

a kitchen knife, a rock, and some toy cars ]

[i'm glad he just has a knife.

she baps him on the nose with her paw.]

I'm not a performing monkey, for the record.

[ it's his emotional support knife ]

Performing cat?

Nope. I'm not a cat.

[ not a cat. not a people. ]

Performing Nimona?

[this appeases her a little bit, but]

... Just Nimona. [...] I don't do tricks.

[ ... ]

Just Nimona, then. I wish I could do what you do. I think it's pretty neat.

You kind of can. You were - big, when I first met you.

[whatever he was. she doesn't like to put labels on things, so she struggles to find an appropriate way to describe the big shadow monster. it was why she stopped to talk in the first place.]

I guess. But you can turn into other mammals! Like a bat! Then you'd be able to fly up and up and up— high enough to touch the stars!

[ He might've been envious, if he didn't already know it's impossible for him. ]

Maybe you'd even be able to reach the moon.

[she watches him for a long moment.]

Eh, but I couldn't see them clearly as a bat. Maybe something bigger, with better eyes. You could come too if I was an eagle or something.

A really really big bat? Did you know, bats aren't actually blind, and eagles have poor night vision.

[ what's Nimona's size limit ]

The stars still exist even when it's not night, dorkboy.

[she sounds amused.] A big bat. Sure.

[ dorkboy... ]

Yeah, but you wouldn't be able to see them with the sun out.

[ and don't look at the sun, he shouldn't have to say ]

If I'm flying up high enough to reach the moon, the sun can't do squat.

[obviously,]

Mmhm. Say that again when you take down the moon.

That's the plan.

Tag-team it. I'll get you up there and you can yell the cool finishing move. [karate chops the air as a cat.]

Deal!

[ He holds out his pinky finger, swear it with him ]

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