Those Near Science and Sweets

Rasuca was more than content to listen to her now that he had finally managed to calm down. No more yelling, no more crying, no more screaming. He was just… relaxed, enjoying the sweets that continued to yield from her body. "Uh? Why?" He asked her curiously, his wide eyes looking up at hers while she went to work.

His eyes followed her arm with fascination as it stretched and extended behind him, his long hair shifting about. As she gripped against his hair, she would be able to notice that even his eyebrows were turning that silvery-white color… and that his irises were beginning to darken. More and more peculiar, the longer they were in contact, the more of her traits he seemed to 'adopt' for himself. He felt her light tugging on his hair and did not squirm; it was like when he got his hair cut normally.

He was utterly fascinated by the sight of her arm, tugging lightly against her grip so that he could get a better look. Growing and melting, extending and reshaping. What was she doing? Rasuca's mouth was starting to water, even though he had already had quite a few snacks already. He was just too curious. He leaned right over the puddle, blinking, his eyes wide. There was so much of that golden juice. It smelled sweet, and he got closer to it, and closer, only sort of hearing what she had to say. Something about breathing? Rasuca knew when he could breathe and when he coul-

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Rasuca felt… a kind of chill for some reason, but he was way more preoccupied with being under the juice. His eyes opened, adapting quickly to being underwater. It was one of those things he had developed relatively early, due to having been introduced to the idea of a bath long ago. His hands raised up once, breathing out, a happy noise leaving his throat even as he tried to breathe air correctly. It tasted like limes mixed with pineapple, a weird tropical island taste that went well with the desert area that their peculiar encounter had taken place in. "Haaaaaah! Hah, hah… b-b-b-b-alugahp"

Back in the juice he went. This repeated about four or five times, until he felt kind of dizzy. The top of his head felt good, but the rest of him not so much. And he was still kind of cold for some reason. At last she let him back up, and all he could do was blink at her. "Uh, um… It was good! Like, lime, and uh, coconut trees…." He blinked, following her finger. "Waah!"

He quickly scooped his clothes back up. He did not know she was going to do that. His pajamas clumsily went back on, his sticky head turning the top of it slightly yellowish-orange as he pulled it onto his body…. Though it was difficult, and took him quite a while to get the top part on. He wound up with his head poking out of the shirt's head hole, blinking at the woman with his hands trapped in the arm holes, the over-extended sleeves waving around.

"Um, thanks but, uh, help? Help me, please?"