Butterflies

[guppiecat]

“Excuse me, but I think I dropped something. My labial palpi!”

“Do you have a map? Because I just keep on getting lost in your ommatidia.”

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven or did you just slowly tumble down, blown about by extremely mild winds?”

“Is it room temperature in here or is it just you?”

“You’re so sweet, you’re giving me a tarsusache.”

“Do you come here often or have you only been flight capable for an hour or so?”

Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.

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[amaebi]

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