[Trade] Odette, Spare Me.

Watching the sunset had a calming effect on Chassis, as his heterochromia eyes reflected the ombre sky. They began to think about, well, nothing really important.

They were just enjoying the moment while his cosprouts were busy being cosprouts back home. Was the sky always such a pretty color?

Of course, asking these mundane questions while experiencing the beauty of nature was one of his joys, and he'll keep doing it forever.

Until he notices something floating down in front of them, that is.

At first, confusion flitted across their face. But then, they got ahold of the object and took a real good look at it, and simply saw that it was a white downy feather. It was soft and fluffy, like it was meant to be.

Chassis looked around anxiously, unsure what was happening until a note fluttered down. In the dying light, he could read the delicate writing on it. They would have admired the lovely cursive writing and soft spoken words, but they were freaking out a bit.

A letter from Cupid themselves about their romanticism.

"Me? Romantic?" They felt disconnected with this notion, was this the right thing for them? Was Cupid not possibly mistaken? Why the Odette feather? All these questions kept him second guessing his own actions and thoughts.

They got up from their spot previously used for sunset watching and went home, carrying both the feather and note, lost in thought about the whole ordeal. As they walked, more questions started to come up.

The anxiety of having this feather was throwing him off, but they had to sit down inside. Sit down and just stare down this feather.

"Romantic.... Am I romantic?" They asked the nearest cosprout, but they were busy eating.

They went back to staring at the feather.

They turned the note in his hand over a few times, when suddenly a flash of fear went through his entire being.

"Am I… going to be struck down for thinking Cupid was wrong?" This idea had him shaking slightly in his seat. Could this happen? Could he be shot down for daring to think such things?

This tidal wave of douht and paranoia had them spiraling into a negative space, until they snapped out of it quickly due to the sound of a wooden bowl tipping over against the tile floor.

Dusk the Monstro had knocked over their food bowl causing all the feed to spill out.

"Oh, my." He had dissociated, stuck in thought so badly that he forgot he was not alone.

He had to push away his thoughts to care for someone that was here in front of him. They got their feed cleaned up and looked upon all of them, the monstros and katte. Their eyes all filled with love, gentle and sweet. Chassis could see his reflection in them.

"Oh… is this what Cupid meant?" They may not have meant romantic love, as the feelints he felt in him were something he can't quite describe.

It was certainly something they felt greatly for their dear friends in his home, though. Is that not love?

"I… will accept this version instead, Cupid."

He can't agree with how romantic he was in what some consider a “normal” sense, but the affection he greatly held for his family of cosprouts was real and he could agree to it.

Chassis pet his katte, Cranbaby, for a bit before going to lay on the couch. He needed to relax. He needed to get his busy mind to quiet down, even for just a moment, after all that trouble they went through. He held the feather in one hand again.

"A heart full of love I suppose, but it never specified if it was romantic or familial…” They chose to believe it was the latter over the former.

Maybe one day he will accept it as is, but now is not that time.

They felt the full weight of their katte sitting on their stomach, paws digging into them.

"Thank you, Cranbaby, but could you move your little paws? Please?"

The katte only slowly blinked at him before digging their paws further into him. Somehow kattes always seem to know how to weigh nothing at all, and then thousands of pounds afterwards just to press their paws into their more sensitive spots of their owners organs.

“I accept this, too." Chassis said before closing his eyes and using the pressure of a loved one to help fall asleep. Somehow, it seemed to work, all while he dreamed of white feathers.