A Marsh Guest

[themorbidsocialite]

Bugsby's Marshes were home to a wide and varied array of micro- and macroorganisms, the biodiversity one of its most notable features. Yes, a great many of the creatures were incredibly dangerous, but wasn't every environment filled with such risk? Surely, all one had to do to avoid assault was avoid bothering the various animals. Surely.

This was how the Morbid Socialite- Mori- found himself in the depths of the marshes, gathering samples of water, plant life, lichen, and insects to start his research. He was too busy marking notes on a variety of mushroom to notice the eyes on him. The thoughtful hum to themselves and the squeaking of tall boots, worn to avoid staining the hems of their trousers, were enough to hide the sound of something treading through the muck. They only noticed the disturbance when the bugs they'd been surrounded by had scattered. He turned and his eyes widened, finding a second pair staring into his.

"Oh, bloody 'ell."

Screaming echoed across the marsh, likely reaching at least someone's ears.

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[the_soft_hearted_maven]

Maven smiled at that. Mori was starting to sound a lot like her, and she was wondering if this was what Devil felt all the time when she got like this. With that in mind, she remembered something similar he told her before and reworded it for Mori, "The best help will be to take care of yourself and not push your body too much in the next few weeks while you heal. There are a lot of people who care about you, and it would help a lot if you cared about yourself just as much."

[themorbidsocialite]

Mori laughed through his nose and smiled. "If that is what you wish. Thank you for everything, dear Jane. I will see you in class."