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It was gonna happen sometime.

🐄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 hate him, I just think he's useless," Rex confirms, before he realises she suddenly brought up hate out of the blue. Coincidence, that just as he loudly and wordlessly felt the need to bury himself in a deep hole somewhere? Or...

"I don't hate anything," he says, half to assure her and half to see if she argues because just by saying it he hates himself all the more for lying to her. He doesn't hate anything except himself, but in his opinion, if anyone knew him as well as he does himself they'd hate him too.

Indrik has a curious reaction to Rex's self-contempt. Rather than reflecting it by hating Rex or himself in turn, he starts to feel anxious. Not for his own sake, but for his master. No wonder he's so aggressive. Something is hurting the most important person in the world to Indrik all the time and he can't work out who, or how, or why.

Reira raises a somewhat accusatory eyebrow at that first statement. Don't be mean. But saying he doesn't hate at all?

"...He's nervous," she says quietly, petting Indrik. Her focus momentarily moves to him, even though her words remain for Rex. "...You do have a lot of hate. It's right there, and I think he knows it."

"You... can tell?" Rex's eyes dart from Reira to Indrik, putting it all together. "He can tell?"

Indrik seems eager to accept Reira's comforting touch, lowering his head and placing it against her chest like a child to its mother. Rex, on the other hand, stands up to put some small distance between them.

He can't even hate himself right, without causing pain to others too.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly, genuinely remorseful but not entirely sure what for or why. Just generally he's a sorry excuse for a person. He could really use some petting himself.

"...Yes?" What do you mean that's not normal?

But as for Indrik, she's not entirely sure what the answer there is. But... "You feel the same things a lot," she notes, looking from Indrik to Rex. "...But when you started hating things again, he got nervous instead. So I don't think he hates you back at least," she decides, still failing to realize where that hate was directed to begin with.

And... "...It's okay. ...You just have to try to find nice things, and think about those instead. ...Do you want to pet Indrik again?" Maybe you'll get a hug for your efforts, Rex.

"I don't hate him," he repeats, before realising she may take that in the worst possible way. "Or you. Or anyone."

He lowers himself down to wrap his arms around Indrik. He's maybe the only person on campus who could get his limbs the whole way around that fat belly.

"I'm... Just not a good person," he confesses quietly into Indrik's mane, suddenly realising that he's letting some of that horror show that is his mind out in public. He shakes his head as he lets go. "If you possess some sort of empathic ability, I'll understand if you don't want to see me again. No one should feel what I do."

"If you don't hate anyone, who's the hate for then? ...you can't hate you. That doesn't work," she insists. "...You're definitely not a bad person anyway," Reira adds.

"...I know you're not." Well, not actually, but she's pretty certain anyway.

"...I can," he confirms. It works really well. It's probably the thing he's best at, which makes the fact he's managed to do it wrong anyway all the sadder.

He squeezes Indrik gently around the neck, who finally turns and bumps his head against Rex instead. The very second it happens there's a burst of genuine, irrepressible love. Perfectly mirrored between them both, exactly symmetrical. He definitely doesn't hate Indrik. All Rex really wants is someone to rely on him without feeling bad about it. "And... Thanks."

You're wrong, but thanks, is the way it comes out.

Hmm. There is a squinting look at Rex for a moment, before she decides on the simplest solution. "...Find nice things about you then," she decides. "...Because you're very nice, and very good, and love Indrik, and things that aren't Indrik too. So you should find something about you to love too, so that you stop the hate part."

She refuses to be wrong about this, she just Refuses. But for now she'll beam when Indrik happily bumps Rex.

The simplicity of the her certainty makes it easy to internally refute but impossible to argue with. What can he say? Nothing would be sufficient to change her mind except proving her wrong and anything he could do to do that... he doesn’t want to. Why would he? It’s not as if he wants to be as bad as he is, it’s just hopeless to try and stop.

He hooks a hand behind Indrik’s head, holding him close. Happiness bubbles from within in at the sight of her smile, lingering just long enough for him to say- “You’re very nice.”

And then instantly be dreadfully embarrassed by this entire exchange from start to finish.

Awwwww. Cute~ "Umnh...!" Unexpected but cute. "Oh, thank you..." You're supposed to thank people that compliment you, she's sure.

But- "...You have to say it to you now," she insists, nodding seriously. The point is just lost if you don't say it to yourself sir.

"No thank you," Rex politely declines her invitation to love himself, his embarrassment still increasing. Skin as white as his hides a blush as much as a handkerchief would hide Rex, going a spectacularly bright red. This happens to be one of those emotions that does not translate well to Indrik. Indrik does love himself, far too much.

So he lifts his head proudly and unleashes a 'meep-honk-meep' in the exact timing of 'I like me!' It's probably a coincidence.

It's also about this time the bench snaps right down the middle, so everyone's getting dumped on top of Indrik.

"Mnnhhh..." Well that's just a little upsetting. Not pout worthy, but a little disappointing. She'll get you to be nice to yourself yet though sir, mark her words.

At least Indrik seems eager to run with the idea though- Reira's own expression goes back to a fairly pleased smile about a split second before the bench snaps-

"Ff-!" At which point there's a bit of a pause, a "Umn...Sorry!" and then the important realization that Indrik is rather soft and warm and thus is deserving of a tentative hug. "...'m glad you can love both..." she mutters to the silly beast, rewarding him for at least that.

Indrik and Rex both have a snap blast of panic when gravity suddenly decides to kick in, but Indrik's vanishes immediately when he gets his reward. He's a good boy, he thinks to himself in Indrik language, which is to say he thinks he's the greatest living being in the universe and Reira is now his pet.

Rex, on the other hand, feels a small pang of sadness upon hearing her words. He's horrible for this kid. It's not fair to her.

But...

"...I should probably get him back to the stables but." He coughs, awkwardly climbing out of the debris that was once a bench, offering her a long arm to her up. "If you wish, I can show you where he lives and you can come to see him whenever you like."

Because he's good for Indrik. Yeah. That's it.

Now, Reira's expression for Rex is concern. Only concern. Stop that sir. Stop being sad.

Maybe accepting his arm will help him to stop being sad. Not to mention everything else. "Mnh.... ...Yeah. I want to know where he lives," she decides, nodding first to him and then to Indrik.

She'll stop those sads one day though mark her words.

No. How exactly is he supposed to stop being sad when she keeps Staring At Him With Them Big Ol' Eyes? He doesn't want people to worry about him. He doesn't want anyone to know about him. He wants to vanish into a silent, pitch black place and somehow not have that kill everyone on Earth. Is that so much to ask?

But her being lifted by his arm does have a two-second spark of tiny happiness, yes. He likes helping people.

Once she's on her feet, he claps his fingers against the same palm- a signal to which Indrik responds by cantering around Rex in a circle before settling between the two humans.

"I try to get him to exercise every day, so he might not always be there." Rex starts to walk towards the stables, maybe a little too quickly for her little legs- one step for him must be three or four for her. It's not on purpose, of course, he's just not used to hanging around tiny people. Indrik always does his best to stay equidistant between them.

Sadly, it is absolutely too much to ask. But they can focus on better things now, even if it means Reira has to jog-step to keep up with Indrik. "Umn... What kind of exercise does he do..? Is it like the 'Gym' class here? ...They said those were for exercise..."

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