"The Moppet Family - Same Family, New Thread..."

[Beakerfan]

Nell: Oh, Something, I should warn you! Leprechauns have a habit of following me around and then wreaking havoc on anyone who appears to be getting too close....

 

[The Count]

Something Gross, gurgling gently soft nothings in Nel's ear to get her to giggle: Ah... Worry not about ze little green men. I am green... And I am a man, er man-thing... We will most probably get along with no troubles at all. Now set your mind to ease cherri... Just enjoy our time ere in ze mud bed d'l'amour.
*Carefully caresses Nel's liquifying limbs in a manner soothing to the sighing she-swamp being.

 

[Beakerfan]

Nell: *giggles* You're probably right. *lays her head on Something* I'm glad we're here....

 

[The Count]

Something Gross: Ah oui... Ze night, she is ze perfect night for two souls like ours. Vouz with your endearing charms... And not to mention your beguiling bejeweled eyes... It is a good night to be in love with ze one vouz love.
*Holds Nel in his embrace as the couple cozily cuddle under the cover of muddened ooze.

 

[Beakerfan]

Nell:*smiles contently as Something speaks soft, gentle words to her*

 

[Erine81981]

An Owl: What a bunch of weirdos.

Snake: You tell'm owl. Ssssssssssssss......

 

[Beakerfan]

Goldie: *sitting on Yakky's shoulder, hugging his neck* Yakky? Do you think it's weird, being in love with someone as small as me?

 

[Erine81981]

Yakky: Naww...not at all. Uggha Mugga Goldie.

 

[Beakerfan]

Goldie: *giggles* Awww..... *hugs him tighter*

 

[The Count]

Down in the mud beds...

Something Gross opens his eyes for a moment, though remaining in his restful repose. He finds Nel's chests undulating with her sleeping breaths above his own, a sweet smile on her face. Content, he resumes his own dormant state.
By this time, the ooze has poured through every pore of the Irishwoman's being, a fine layer of silt replacing her original skin, making her movements whenever she decides to wake slightly sluggish while she acclamates herself to becoming a swamp being. Ffor now, all is calm and serene in the sleepy scene within the muckened morass.