#Razbur

[moshieee]

I wanted to take a break from making a reference for one of my friends (I never realize how many details I have until I try to write them out._.)

And sense I brought up the floffis before and how they all have names I think it might be nice to show off some of my favorites

(shhh don't tell them they're favored it will give them an ego/hj)

We've already met Razbur Tofu and Concord

But meet a few of my other favorites...

Wait a minute... what's this... color? On my blog???

Also woe to me who redesigned them and has to redraw the info page

[mafia-moshie]

(Context)

“Lead the way than, and I’ll hold the bottle.”

They don’t eat, but they can. That makes sense, energy storing purposes, Kay looked at Razbur and smiled a bit, “Well, that one seems to be comfortable right now.”

Kay glanced at the other Floffis around the room, looking at Mango for another moment, still wondering about the color, but brushing it off. She looked down at concord, “Do you want to come along?”

Concord chittered and fluttered up to rest on Kay's head causing moshie to make another small smile*

"As the first floffis I formed... Razbur tends to get special treatment..."

Moshie gently patted Razbur*

"I'm not sure if you'll form another floffis yourself... But it seems like Concord is comfortable enough to expect to be carried..."

[floffis-chaos]

This blog is for floffis

just random floffis info or occasionally for a rp

Feel free to ask about any floffis info or do a silly little interaction

Main is @moshieee

The list of official floffis blogs below

@pudding-the-dream-floffis

@kiwi-the-floffis

@concord-the-floffis

@razbur-the-infected-floffis

@cake-and-kumquat

@cake-the-dream-floffis

@kumquat-the-floffis

@sherbert-the-dream-floffis

@mango-the-floffis

@blueberry-the-floffis

@flambe-the-dream-floffis

@pyrus-the-floffis

@seville-the--floffis

@tangelo-the-floffis

@nonki-the-infected-floffis

@lemon-the-floffis

[mafia-moshie]

[m!Dia came to their door & knocked]

“Mosh-Mosh, you there? Sorry bout the uh- incident, but was wondering if you could do a lil itty bitty favor for me? Well actually- it’s kinda for the sake of the mafia, but you get the point.”

“Besides, I haven’t seen you all week…”

The door opens and you look down to see that Razbur is the one who opened it for you

Moshie is curled up on the floor with two infected floffis worrying over them, they have a few cuts on their face and gauze around their arms

Oh... hey Dia... Yea... what's the task....

and...apologies... For not seeing you... Normally I'm the one... Who makes sure... We talk....

[mafia-moshie]

[fun fact]

Razbur likes to eat strawberries but refuses to admit it

[mafia-moshie]

So, are you going to go out even though you still haven't fully recovered from your injuries?

are you sure?

Eh...?'

Oh... I don't believe these qualify as injuries...

Besides... the paperwork needs to be finished... either way...

And these are barely remnants... I'll be perfectly fine... if we are required to go somewhere...

[moshieee]

I CAN TAKE RATS TO MY BLOG >:3

Unfortunately I think you're a little late...

Razbur just ate the last one ....

[mafia-moshie]

Squeeze the Lemon

[[ this is a bit of a graphic depiction check the tags]]

They tilted their head and shifted, considering running away when one of the hands snapped out and graped them starting to squeeze.

Lemon turned to face the new figure who entered the room then started to approach them cautiously as if trying not to scare them away

In the excitement to hold a floffis the person misjudged the force needed. lemon grazed a sharp object as they were shoved back, causing the floffis to "bleed" a shimmering almost glowing yellow liquid onto the person's hand.

Lemon struggled against the hand grasping them firmly, slowly increasing its pressure. Perhaps it was innocent at first, but now a joyous Hysteria overtook the person as he watched the creature struggle and make panicked squeaks beneath his grip.

Why... why was he happy? This shouldn't make him happy should it? He only wanted to squish a floffis and this one

It was fluffy, adorable... Helpless...

It was at his mercy...

As his mind raced to understand where the happiness and thoughts were coming from, he couldn't help but squeeze tighter.

The feeling of a life struggling against his will and losing was near intoxicating, the floffis...so Fluffy...so Soft...

So soft that didn't seem possible, was the floffis even fully solid? How easily could it bend?

He twisted his hands

The body followed his motion causing more of it's "blood" to pour out onto his hands and arms

The squeaking stopped.

Fascinating ... A Cloud floffis's consistency was reminiscent of clay

He had never tried sculpting or pottery before but, a bubbling euphoria was now overriding his senses washed away any doubts in his mind of the quality, or the ethical behavior of his actions would result in.

He started to twist the body yet it seemed to resist or was his grip too loose? There was quite a bit of "blood" coating the fur of the floffis and his hands...

That, "Blood" was yellow... why was it yellow?

Examining the substance he felt a wave of joy once again, of childlike joy

the floffis now all but forgotten fell to floor as he stared fascinated at his hands he wanted...

He wanted to taste it

Raising one hand covered in the blood to his face he started to open his mouth, but a dark spiky red tail wrapped around his wrist and forced his hand away.

Before he could recover Razbur wrapped the rest of its tail around his body pulling him into a vision of one of his past nightmares

Taking an almost sigh of relief Razbur then looked over to lemon who crumpled on the floor but managed to meet Razburs worried gaze

They tried to chitter but shuddered and seemed to deflate slightly, Razbur squawked at them to stop

It glanced between lemon and the person trying to decide what to do, it would be too dangerous to let go but lemon needed help...

Thinking carefully Razbur called over a dream floffis to care for lemon, then it walked out of the room and started down the hall, dragging Oni behind...

[moshieee]

Why I am I never able to draw art for a RP until after lamo

[mafia-moshie]

Yooo mooshie?

I try to reach out an Tap moshie on the shoulder

At hearing that nickname moshie just started to sob louder for a moment and Razbur quickly snapped at the anon for approaching gripping moshie tighter with its tail in a protective manner*

Even if Razbur did care however they were still an infected floffis and probably wasn't helping moshie feel any better by being in physical contact with them*

[mafia-moshie]

Heyyyy

Can I can I- have your blessing to be with your sister- jester

Moshie wasn't able to respond they're still crying into the bowl however Razbur glares at you

[moshieee]

Oh yea if anyone has been following ->this chain of events

I made a drawing of the little guys during the song part

[mafia-moshie]

The studio door opens*

Moshie is standing outside leaning against the door frame, They seem to have some cuts along their face, and arms*

Oddly the substance leaking from their open skin is extremely dark purple and floating upwards rather than down, dissipating after getting too far away from their body*

Razbur notices them as they stumble into the room and collapse into one of the reading chairs after taking off the top part of the tux to reveal a button up*

bringing some gauze and cotton swabs as Moshie rolls up their sleeves, Razbur climbs onto their lap examining the cuts*

They pet Razbur as reassurance then start to wrap the wounds on their arms while looking around the room*

(7 visits... in two days... Seems a bit excessive...)

. . . . . . .

+sound resumes+

They watch the door then slowly look over to the cage, then their desk, then the table next to them*

(strange... I could have sworn I put that back)

They pick up the blue journal and tuck it away into the upper part of their arm where it is absorbed into the void*

They then look over at the cage again and frown slightly*

(Seville is loose... I'll have to track them down...)

. . . . . . .

+sound resumes+

First watching the door again they look over to their desk*

(at least someone... Respects privacy...)

They look over to the cage again and wince*

(a fair reaction... but I wish he hadn't been... So loud)

. . . . . . .

+sound resumes+

They seem to follow another path to the cage from the door, then back to the door... a pause then over to the cage again*

They give Razbur some scratches between it's horns as thanks*

It seems to enjoy this*

. . . . . . .

+sound resumes+

They look over to the vent then look over near the cage, another pause and frown as they slowly look over to the other reading chair*

They examine Razburs tail*

(that explains... why you're so sluggish... Poor thing... I'll give you some extra treats... for such a good job...)

They look around the room for a bit, then towards the fake tree and make a small smile*

Then follow back to their desk and watch for a long time changing expressions a few times*

(I'm glad he... got some food... But we'll need to have a talk... And I'll probably confiscate... those notes...)

. . . . . . .

+sound resumes+

They look over to the door and look slightly surprised*

(again...?)

They slowly look over to the table where the journal was resting and frown*

(Not exactly easy to explain that... But given the reaction... I might have to...)

They look over to the cage and then the center of the room*

(well at least... It came from good intentions... But it was still an unwarranted... Investigation ...)

. . . . . . .

+sound resumes+

Moshie looks to door and makes a sour face they look over to the bookshelf for a long time*

(why them... They didn't even clean up afterwards... That's quite rude....even for someone...of such low standards)

. . . . . . .

+sound resumes+

They glance over to the vent again*

(another repeat?)

They look over to the cage again then to their desk and back to the cage*

(that explains.... the beef jerky on the floor...)

They look over to the bookshelf for a while then over to the side door, then back to the main door*

(how kind of him... I wasn't looking forward to that task... And it's good... that he got cleaned up...)

. . . . . . .

Moshie closes their eyes for a moment then silently sighs*

+sound finally fully returns+

"I suppose... I have a lot of catching up... To do... with the others..."`

Razbur looks at them and makes a concerned noise*

"don't worry... I know to... let myself recover first..."`

They sit there for a long time simply petting Razbur as the floffis eventually falls asleep*

[event end]

[mafia-moshie]

*peek through ventilation * hi ?

When you try to speak you can feel the words leaving but you can't hear your voice

The room is completely empty besides the infected floffis you often see hanging around moshie

Razbur looks up at you*

[mafia-moshie]

Does Kez need anything? They might need some food or splints to help hold themself up after the incident.

-Double Sunglasses Anon

Kez is currently in the sun room sleeping... And under proper care...

Razbur has already prepared some... Food ... For them after they wake up...

But I'll make sure to check up on them soon.... Thank you... For the reminder... And concern...

They look at you for a few moments before focusing again*

You should probably go to sleep soon.....

[mafia-moshie]

(Perhaps I should move kez to the sun room while they recover....

It's surprising someone would give a newcomer with such poor control a weapon.....)

"Razbur I trust you know what to do?"'

Razbur makes a gruff chitter then starts dragging the anon off somewhere...

...

"And now I have to call someone... to clean up the blood... Lovely ...."