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[smallestopener]

Ingress is in the mood for coloring tonight. So she's sitting at a table with a bag full of papers and a few coloring books.

She also has her glitter crayons.

Come over. She'll probably draw you a picture.

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[weeper_of_blood]

The drawing is watched from a distance by a weasel who feeds of curiosity. And, eventually, in a need to know what's getting drawn and unable to keep guessing any longer, Ingress is joined by the creature who scrabbles up onto the tabletop for better viewing.

[smallestopener]

She giggles. "Hi there. Do you like all the colors?"

She has no idea who this little critter is.

[weeper_of_blood]

The colours don't seem to bother him, maybe due to sight issues, but he does tilt his head at the choice of crayons.

"Does there have to be so much glitter involved?" She may or may not recognise the vaguely European sounding tone.

[smallestopener]

Animals talk here. It is not that surprising. This one's voice does sound a wee bit familiar.

"There doesn't have to be, but I like glitter. Why? Do you not like it?"

[weeper_of_blood]

"Currently I'd say the shine is appealing, but normally, no." But, he's not going to argue over the use of glitter with a child, he is higher than that level of immaturity, totally. No really.

"What're you drawing?"

[smallestopener]

"I drew some fall trees, and a squid, and now I'm drawing some snakes. What's your name?"

[weeper_of_blood]

The pictures in question get observed as he shuffles closer, glancing back up to Ingress only once the question is asked. He's got to the stage of not caring he's a weasel, so there'll be no lying about who he is.

"Le Chiffre, I should hope you'd remember who I am."

[smallestopener]

"You're Le Chiffre?"

She laughs. And then she laughs some more.

"How'd you get turned into a weasel?"

[weeper_of_blood]

An accusing claw is pointed towards Ingress.

"I've yet to work out the cause. And no laughing allowed." Yes, she's being reprimanded by a weasel.

[smallestopener]

The accusing claw almost sends her into a new fit of giggles, but she manages to stop laughing.

"I'm sorry. Is it fun being a weasel? I should think you'd get to go places you couldn't go to when you're big."

That might be fun!

[weeper_of_blood]

He narrows his eyes suspiciously at her attempts to stop laughing, but there is humour behind his tone when he finally speaks again. The funny side can be seen, even by him.

"It's not so bad. I've certainly done things I would never have managed, and I've never been able to fit under the sofa before."

[smallestopener]

"Does your fur coat keep you too warm or is it just right?"

If you could talk to a weasel, you might ask that, too!

[weeper_of_blood]

"So far it's been just right, but it's pretty thin right now. It gets thicker during the winter.. and completely white.. but hopefully I won't be stuck like this to see that."

He might as well give some educational information seeing as he hasn't been teaching any math in the last week he's been like this.

[smallestopener]

"I bet you'll be back to normal soon. But if you're not, do we have to have maths class?"

[weeper_of_blood]

"Yes, you'll still have to have maths class!" He responds with all the authority he can muster as a mustela. "Just because I am nine inches high, does not mean I can no longer solve equations or teach them.. .. Though I may need some help opening doors."

[smallestopener]

"Oh," she says, clearly disappointed. "I thought maybe you'd want to spend more of your time exploring the places you can't get to when you're normal size, is all."