This morning I had a chat with Olive, the next Daemon in-line to come over for a visit.
This chat took place while I sketched out the body, clothes, and facial expression. I don’t always do this. However, Olive insisted.
Here are a few things you can expect from Olive.
They wanted boobs. I have no idea why. It’s one of those wacky requests Daemons make.
Olive also wants curlicue horns, similar to a ram’s horns, puffy pants, a vest, a top hat, and fangs.
Then, out of the blue, Olive says, “My favorite thing to collect is Belly Button Fuzz.” I felt an urge to make sure my belly button was hidden. Daemons get this gleam in their eye that’s a bit intense and disturbing when they talk about their “collections”. I still catch Claude eye-balling my big toes. I rarely wear shoes preferring bare feet, so my big toes are quite often on display.
“Are you sure you don’t mean pocket fuzz?” I asked, hopeful that there was a misunderstanding.
“Oh, no. I adore Belly Button Fuzz. It’s so soft and smells of….”
“NOPE! STOP! LA LA LA LA LA! I don’t want to know anymore.” I exclaimed putting my fingers in my ears.
Sigh. I don’t want to know how Olive collects belly button fuzz. Nope. Not going there.
I better get a squirt bottle filled with Hot Pepper Liquor stat. Hot Pepper Liquor is like catnip to Daemons. When they get too focused on, oh let’s use your big toe, for example, just give ’em a good squirt. It makes them jump, forget what they were focused on, and after a bit playfulness, they get sleepy.
I need a bigger holster. One that can hold two cans of Lysol (used to chase after family members who don’t wash their hands) in addition to a squirt bottle of Hot Pepper Liquor.
Stay safe, be safe, and be kind to one another. Of course, there is the caveat that if someone is being a total ass-hat in your general direction, then, by all means, dish out a healthy dose of humble pie, kindly of course.