Dear Dracodare, aka Roy - you’re a laughably tiny little creature and I’ll give you a “treat” in the form of a tongue-bap. Sovrim’s tongue is basically a wrecking ball to you anyway, isn’t it? 😈 jk you’re sweet. 💖 … possibly in the literal sense? 🤔 At least as a chameleon you have *some* chance of being seen. Just pick out whatever color you want. Or turn white in fear, since we both know that tends to happen. Once you go onto the dark, wood-style flooring in the hallway, I’ll see you well enough to maybe, *just maybe,* not step on you. At least, not by accident, little lizard~ It’s a good thing chameleon feet are so grabby. You might need that just to take hold of the individual strands of carpet fiber, Roy, as you ascend them like a tree. All that effort and you’ll still be just a meaningless fraction of an inch off the ground. --- > [!info] A counterpart to [[Sleepy Shira...]] Mala overhears Roy giving Shira a hard time and tsks disapprovingly at the colorful lil gremlin. “Why ya gotta be mean to an eepy girl!” he asks. He’s trying (and failing) to sound offended and menacing. It’s hard to do that when you’re barely holding back a playful giggle. “Think I could get ya stuck to my toe for the night?” Mala playfully wiggles them above the uppity chameleon. “And how tiny would ya have to get for that?” Although Roy tried to argue it, Mala just couldn’t take the colorful scalie seriously *at all.* He gave a playful *stomp!* next to Roy just to surprise him with a close-up of a four-toed, digitigrade foot. “So are you gonna get in, or…?” Mala’s eyes flashed with mischief. When Roy shouted in surprise, Mala leaned in closer to the chameleon. “If ya don’t want it, just tell me red light, cutie. Got it? It’s only fun if you’re havin’ fun too!” There’s a warm smile on the green kishin’s face as he looks at the natural micro. “But if you’re not gonna say it, and I’m supposed to go ta bed…” The kishin moves his foot forward to give Roy a similar boop to the one he’d given Shira a few minutes prior. “Ya ready?” This time, Mala doesn’t wait for a reply. He touches his biggest toe-claw directly against Roy’s face and playfully “Boop!”s once more. It’s not quite as dramatic as Shira’s shrinking, but since Roy has less size to lose in the first place, it’s just a few seconds before the chameleon can *comfortably* fit between those toes! Comfy for who? Well, definitely for Mala, but hopefully for the ‘meleon too~ Roy’s size dropped from three inches, to two, to one, to… well, the exact number doesn’t matter very much, does it? Once the kishin could fit that chameleon between his two biggest toes, he shrank him just a liiiiiiiiil bit more until he could keep his toes together even with the micro-sized passenger between them. The embrace was at least superficially like Shira’s, given the snug warmth, but the scent was an unmistakable reminder of Roy’s location. The alien landscape—walls of malachite-green skin that were nothing but the sides of a kishin’s toes—was kept in twilight as they settled together.