This is just a quick drabble (okay, not that quick. It’s 1200 words. Ahem) for my Honey bitty, who I named Bean. I adopted him from @sansy-fresh, who has lots of bitties up for adoption. You can find more information on them here if you’re interested!
Here is a bit of info regarding my Honey Bean.
But, basically all you need to know about him is that he loves napping, milk (and honey, but he’s not allowed to have too much), and cuddling. He’s also very tall, and feels threatened by anyone who challenges his status as the tallest bitty.
Here’s a little self-insert story about him. I love my boy.
Alice woke up with a jolt as a
loud crash sounded from down the passage. Blearily blinking the sleep from her
eyes, she climbed out of bed, her joints clicking as she crept across her room.
As she emerged into the passage, the light coming from the kitchen caught her
eye. Stifling a yawn, she made the long walk down the passage, kicking the odd
assortment of tennis balls and cat toys out of her path.
When she reached the kitchen, she
sighed, folding her arms in contempt. The refrigerator door was hanging open,
milk dripping onto the floor from the overturned carton. Beside the puddle, sat
a little skeleton, no taller than eight inches. “Honey Bean, what are you
doing?” Alice asked, trying to hide her smile.
Bean just looked up at her, his
single golden eye-light flickering out momentarily as his sockets widened.
“n-nothing!” he squeaked, quickly scrambling to his feet. Alice’s gaze
travelled to the step ladder balanced against the fridge. It was becoming more
and more difficult to keep her expression stern.
She looked down at Bean, lifting
an eyebrow. “So, I assume it was the cat who pushed the step ladder up to the
fridge and unscrewed the lid of the milk carton?”
Bean ducked his head sheepishly,
scratching the back of his skull. “m-must’ve been,” he muttered, staring at his
feet. The loud beep beep of the open
fridge made him jump, and he wrapped his arms around himself, grimacing.
Sighing, Alice crouched, screwing
the lid back onto the milk carton, before scooping Bean into her hands. She
shut the fridge door, and looked down at Bean, who had dropped down in her
palm, knees pulled to his chest. He huffed and turned his head away as she
touched her thumb to his chin. “Come on, buddy, let’s talk,” Alice said,
carrying him to the living room and plopping him atop one of the couch’s
cushions. Sitting beside him, she looked down at him quizzically. “So, are you
going to tell me why you decided you needed a midnight snack? I even gave you
an extra portion of milk for dinner last night.”
Bean lay back against the
cushions, closing his eyes with a shrug. “i was hungry,” he mumbled.
Alice frowned. “So I haven’t been
feeding you enough? You said you were full before you’d even finished dinner
last night.” Bean ignored her, humming wordlessly. Alice grumbled a curse under
her breath. So, he was in a stubborn mood? She could handle that. It was
nothing new. Yawning, she stretched her arms, and stood. “Well. Since you don’t
want to talk about it, I’m gonna head back to bed. Night, Bean.”
“w-wait!” Alice paused as she
felt a tiny hand clasp around her finger. She turned, glancing down at Bean
with upraised eyebrows. He stretched his arms out, giving her his ‘puppy eye’
(since only one of them technically worked). Pursing her lips to stop herself
from cooing at him, Alice lifted him into her hands, cradling him gently. He
was quiet for a moment, magic rising to his cheekbones as he avoided her gaze.
Eventually, he exhaled heavily, frowning. “i heard you telling kit that her pup
looked like he was getting bigger,” he muttered, resentfully.
Alice regarded him skeptically.
“Treble is growing—at least, in strength. His last owners weren’t exactly…”
Alice trailed off, shaking her head. “Why do you care, anyway?”
Bean scowled. “well—fresh said
that zeus’s wingspan is longer than eight inches!” he blurted.
Alice fought to hide a laugh. So that’s what was bothering him. She
scratched the crown of his skull with the tip of her finger, and he growled
irritably, ducking out from under her touch. “Oh—come on, Bean. Who cares how
tall everyone else is—or how long their wingspans are?” She leaned in close to
whisper, “You still have them all beaten by at least an inch.”
Bean flushed slightly, but still
looked downtrodden. “it’s not just that… they all have talents and—and they can
do cool stuff. i can’t do anything.” He sat down with a small huff, folding his
arms.
Alice gazed at him, smiling
sympathetically. “Alright,” she said, “come on then. Let’s get you some milk
and honey.”
Bean stared up at her, his
eye-light spinning and forming a bright star. “honey?” he asked, gaping.
Alice nodded, beaming. “Of
course! I don’t call you Honey Bean for nothing—though not too much,” she
added, tickling his ribs. “You’re already a very chubby boy!”
Bean glared, but Alice could see
the hint of a smile beneath the expression. She carried him back to the kitchen
and placed him on the floor beside the spilt milk. Tossing him a damp dishcloth
from the sink, she said, “Alright, you clean that up. I’ll get you some milk
and honey. It’s about time I started teaching you how to do chores.”
Bean groaned, giving the dishcloth
a look that might suggest it had offended him somehow. “why? i’m too small to
clean anyway…”
“Oh no you’re not,” Alice chided.
“You’re the tallest bitty—that comes with responsibilities. Now clean. Or no
honey.”
With a put-upon sigh and a little
more grumbling, Bean began to wipe up the mess on the floor. Alice fetched the bottle
of honey from the pantry, squeezing just shy of half a drop into the small dish
of milk she’d poured. Once she was satisfied with Bean’s job of cleaning the
floor (she decided that she’d have to come back and give it a proper wipe down in
the morning), she lifted him onto the kitchen counter, nodding at the dish of
milk and honey. “There you go. Honey for the Honey.”
Bean grinned, tipping back the
dish and gulping it down. Alice twisted her hands together as a little milk
spilled onto his shirt—she’d only just cleaned it! It definitely wasn’t cute.
Nope. Not cute at all.
Once he’d finished, Alice placed
the dish in the sink, and carried Bean back to her bedroom, resting him atop
one of her pillows. She climbed beneath the covers, and pulled Bean’s small
blanket up to his chin, kissing him lightly on the forehead. He closed his eye
sockets, curling up into a tiny ball, arms wrapped around his knees.
A thought occurred to Alice
suddenly, and she gently nudged Bean’s shoulder. “Hey, Bean?” she whispered. He
hummed in acknowledgement, but his eyes were closed. “You want to learn how to
draw?” she asked.
Slowly, he cracked his right
socket open, golden eye-light dim. “draw?”
“Yeah,” Alice said, grinning.
“I’m not much of an artist myself, but Fresh could teach you—or even Kit! I
haven’t seen much of her art, but I bet she’s amazing too.”
Bean gazed at her sleepily, a
small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He nodded slowly. “yeah.
okay,” he said, fingers curling around his blanket. “sounds fun.” He shuffled a
little closer to her, wrapping a strand of her hair around himself.
Alice laughed softly to herself,
smoothing her thumb over his spine. “Goodnight, Honey Bean,” she whispered. “My
tall boy.” Bean was already fast asleep, breathing deeply as he clung to her.
It seemed even honey wasn’t enough to keep this bitty awake.
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Here’s some art Bean drew! He gets me to measure him every day.
I actually drew it. And I’m, uh, not an artist. At all. So let’s just pretend Bean isn’t great at art either.
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