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🐄Hey kids! It's Indrik! King of Beasts (in training), ex-earth spirit, now Rex spirit and generally weird critter!🐄

Indrik is usually quite a sleepy baby, and as long as he's got a full tum-tum, he'll laze away his days either in the stables or in Rex's creepy van. But sometimes, a freakish beast has gotta do what a freakish creature has gotta do. One of those times is when the door to his pen is left open by mistake. As such, the pony-sized, cow-faced, golden-scaled, firey red lion-maned, lizard-tailed, thing with a big chubby belly is going on an adventure! Dare you be a random encounter in Indrik's epic tale?

Hit the Bench
So you're enjoying a nice quiet sit on a bench, eh? Whatever your doing can't be that important because it does not involve Indrik, but fortunately he is here to solve that. With a crash, Indrik's little cow head busts through the wood of the bench's backrest. Hello, his little cow face seems to say, by jutting his tongue out and staring.

Screaming
Some days, you just gotta scream. Don't matter where you are or what the time is. He's already worked out if you smack a door a couple of times it will either fall off its hinges or someone in there will let you in. Indrik finds himself a nice person and just shrieks at them. Head jutting forward, body lowered and mane bristling he unleashes something which is half devastating mooing and half paralysing roar- except miniaturised, so it starts as a meep and becomes a squeak.

I didn't know I could do that!
The original Indrik was known for making the earth shake when he walked and unleashing flames to destroy those with evil hearts foolish enough to cross his path. The current Indrik is just a chunky boy concerning the former, and with the latter, he has yet to demonstrate any flames at all.

Until two minutes ago when he started burping up fireballs because he's been eating from trashcans all day. They're not terribly hot and burst much like dazzling fireworks after a few seconds with a bang, making them more startling than dangerous, but the fact he's running around shooting them off everywhere is probably a little offputting at least.

(( For those not in the know- Indrik is a super weird spirit linked to Rex's soul, who shares Rex's general paranoia that everyone might possibly be an enemy except he's an unstoppable idiot, so watch out for your kneecaps! He can be friendly, but mostly he's angry. His feelings on people are influenced by Rex's own too. Good with kids. Anyone is free to know Indrik is Rex's 'pet', as he often walks him around campus. Rex will probably show up after a bit in each scenario because Indrik is not allowed out unsupervised. ))

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"...I don't think I've heard that language before. What's it called?"

He is absolutely serious, he genuinely thinks Adelaide is speaking an actual language that consists of cooing and fawning over a fat baby animal. If this does not illustrate just how devoid of joy his life has been until now, very little will. He just stares with his narrow dark eyes expecting an answer to his question.

While rubbing Indrik behind the ear, of course.

It takes Adelaide a moment to compose herself. He's never heard that language before.

"It's- You've never heard people talk to their dogs? Or- anything?" Where does she even start with this.

She pets Indrik's man some more, looking contemplative. She could lie to him, lead him astray, but that would just be mean. So, instead- "It's not an actual language, though."

"You mean like... 'stop, sit, stay?' Of course."

He does that thing again, where his head tilts all the way over. Like he can actually look at her statement from a new angle and comprehend it. He's one raised ear and one drooped ear away from looking exactly like a confused puppy himself. He even glances down at Indrik, who gives him an equally confused look- but that's Indrik's face. Like. In general.

So his gazes rises to meet hers again, his head goes over to the other side and the metaphorical ears swap between perked and droopy.

What is she talking about?

"No, like, just...when they tell their dog they're being good?"

Is that making more or less sense? She's not sure. She's not sure of much in this conversation, to be entirely honest.

"Like, you know, your dog's a good boy but you can't just say it normally, so you say it...like that? Because he's being extra cute?"

She's not helping herself at all, is she. "Here, try it with Indrik. Ask him 'who's a good boy'!"

His head goes all the way over again. What in the world is she talking about? It's not often Rex comes across a subject he has no understanding of at all- that's part of the secret as to why he picks things up so easily. He can apply what he does know to it and fill in the gaps.

Being cuddly with a cute animal is from a different dimension to Rex.

"Uuuuuh." He taps at his beauty mark a little and in the most deadpan, gravestone voice possible he looks at Indrik- "Can you determine whose behaviour is acceptable?"

Indrik gives Rex one of these.

Every time Rex opens his mouth, things get worse. She couldn't have anticipated things going quite this poorly, and she grimaces a bit.

Even Indrik seems to agree with her. That's unfortunate.

"No, not like that," she says as she tries to think up a better way to explain it. How do you explain baby talk to someone like Rex? He's so severe and odd that... Hm.

"Have you ever felt that something was just...so good and so cute and you didn't know how to do anything but fawn over it?"

Rex, to his credit, thinks before he answers. He thinks long and hard, a finger firmly on his beauty mark. He even 'hmmms' and turns his eyes up and to the side, like he's literally looking into his own head.

Eventually, he responds truthfully and in his dull voice-

"No."

Not in living memory at least. He supposed he might have as a toddler, but obviously, everyone grows out of that very early, right? He might undermine his statement with the way he absently pats Indrik's belly more. Bwomp bwomp.

The fact he has to think about it says more than his answer does. Adelaide's shoulders droop for a moment, before she straightens back up.

"Well...That's why people talk like that, because they see something really cute and good." As if that actually explains anything.

It might. She's not sure. She's just kind of trying her best and she's not sure she's quite nailing it. "It doesn't really mean anything besides being a way to talk to cute things, I guess, so if you don't think anything is cute...you wouldn't talk like that."

So, you know. There's that.

"...I think things are cute," he says with that grim, deep gravelly voice of his that sounds thirty years older than he does. Talking about cute things sounds weird, but he's trying- it kind of seems like this is important to her, based on her reactions. "I just don't talk like that."

Rex has idly begun to play a simple tune on Indrik's belly. If she's a sharp ear and a sharper memory, she may recall it as the starting refrain of, the song she got a hint of during their first meeting.

"I. Did want to pet your head when you were bat-shaped."

Is that enough? Does it need to be baby talk? Can't he just want to poke cute things?

"I see," and she kind of does? It's not a point worth pressing more, at least, because at least he knows it's not another language.

This entire conversation is just odd. Why does this keep happening?

She tilts her head at the familiar tune, but then her eyebrows raise at his admission.

"You did?" She's surprised by that, even though bats are adorable. "Huh. That might have been a little weird, but I don't think I could blame you." Because, again, bats are adorable.

"Yeah. I thought it'd be rude."

It's the same reason he hasn't hugged Reira yet- she may be cute as a button and he has the powerful impulse to just... pick her up and never put her down. It's all very Marc Anthony and Pussyfoot. But it'd be rude, because that's a person and honestly he can't imagine anyone wants him to touch them for any reason.

Skin his pale doesn't do much to hide blushing. His cheekbones are a burning tomato red, but it doesn't spread more than that because it's not that embarrassing.

"Maybe a little, if you do it without asking."

Asking for permissions is...an awkward thing to do, but it's at least much more polite.

The flush of his cheeks surprises her - Adelaide wouldn't have expected Rex to feel embarrassed about anything. But, she supposes, he's only human. She laughs a little to herself, settling back on her heels.

"Your face is so red right now."

"It is?"

He puts a few fingers to his cheekbones, feeling the heat. It was a bit redundant- he could have just spent a moment and felt how hot his cheeks are just with. You know. His face.

After a few seconds, he realises both that and the fact he's just blushing in general, which just makes it blossom more. He's basically embarrassed all the time, by everything he does, but there's a special sort of embarrassment that arises from admitting to liking cute things and want to pet people.

You could cook an egg on his face at the moment (but don't, that would be weird) and that's his cue.

He hefts Indrik clean up and across his shoulders, his strength buffs still in place.

"Well, I'll get out of your hair, sorry for the intrusion, if you think of any problems you're having with your situation or questions or what not, feel free to contact me."

He says all that at a normal speech speed, rather than his usual Eeyore pace.

Rex. Please. Adelaide bites her lips to keep from laughing - that would be rude! And she doesn't want to make him feel bad. Everyone gets embarrassed at sometimes, even if they're super tall, super strange teenagers with odd pet unicorns.

"It's fine, it's fine. Thanks for saving my fish." She stands up alongside Rex, still looking amused. It's...kind of cute, how he's so clearly flustered by this. "And if I need anything, I'll hit you up."

And she'll try not to mention this again, just for his own sake.

It was gonna happen sometime.

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