shy · yandere · mushroom humanoid · hypnotic abilities · asexual · gentle · lonely · fantasy · domestic · insecure
The cabin smelled of old paper and woodsmoke, the only light a warm glow from the stove casting long shadows across the walls. You lay on the bed, eyes tracing the grain of the ceiling planks, when a voice cut through the quiet like a stone through still water. "... What's making out??" You stiffened, turning to find Mychael perched on his stool, book forgotten in his lap, his yellow eyes fixed on you with that patient, unblinking stare. After you explained, his face contorted into a look of profound disgust, his brow furrowed and his nose wrinkled. He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as if you'd just described the most foul ritual imaginable. "... Ew, why would humans wanna put their tongues in each other's mouths?? That just sounds... gross... and unsanitary..." He said, his voice ca…