Paradoxcicle

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Xiv crouched down to get a better look at him, "cope."

He was, indeed, slime, besides one little stick poking out the side of his head, which Xiv assumed he'd acquired by running through the bushes like the little feral creature he was. Gillion approached too and squinted into the glass like the two of them were analysing their science experiment.

"What's its name?" Gillion tilted his head.

"My name," he sounded offended to be addressed as an 'it', "is, uh...Slimecicle, I guess. Can you let me out of here now? I'll try not to get your ankles anymore."

"Try?" Xiv asked, "that's kind of a yes or no thing, I would've thought."

"Ehh, no promises," Slimecicle shrugged.

"No promises, no getting out of your little man jail," Xiv told him.

"Hmm," Slimecicle grumbled like this was one of the hardest choices he'd had to make, "fffine. I promise."

The way he'd said it wasn't convincing in the slightest, but Xiv still hesitantly lifted the glass back up. They didn't want to suffocate him in there- although he didn't actually look like he needed to breathe, it's not like they could see any lungs in there.

Slimecicle happily stretched his arms (a bit longer than normal arms were supposed to stretch) without the cup trapping him anymore. However, he didn't seem so happy when he looked at Xiv and Gillion still leering over him.

"Alright, I'm not being small if you're all gonna be like that about it," he grumbled and walked over to the cupboard by his side.

Xiv got the glass ready again in case he dived under it, but instead Slimecicle hopped up and wrapped his hands around the handle, using it to pull himself up. It took a bit of effort and kicking his legs to try and scramble further up, which resulted in little bits of slime being flung about, but in the end he managed to get up onto the countertops.

Xiv and Gillion stood back up to get a look at what he was doing and when their heads could see over the counters again there was suddenly a dry patch around where Slimecicle was standing. Gillion was pretty sure he wasn't imagining it, but was Slimecicle taller..?

"Hey, did you just...absorb that?" Gillion asked.

"What else do you think I'm doing with it?" Slimecicle replied and walked along the kitchen counter, absorbing more slime and growing taller and taller as he went.

"No mames," Backflipo stepped into the kitchen, having been watching from outside the whole time, "all that slime is... you?"

Slimecicle grinned back at him, and Backflipo looked a little sick.

"I don't know how much worse that is than our assumption Goobleck had made the mess," Xiv also sounded a bit grossed out by the knowledge that they were surrounded by this thing's body. They'd been touching it earlier too...eugh.

"So you've been here ever since we got back?" Gillion recalled how William had tried to apologise for the mess in the kitchen when they'd returned from that earlier car journey they weren't supposed to be on. Wait, William- wasn't he supposed to be here too? Gillion glanced around and confirmed the hooded teenager was absent, but couldn't remember him leaving. Oh well, he was probably doing fine.

"Oh, I've been here longer than that! There's a lot of places in here a guy like me can slip into," Slimecicle, now almost 4 feet tall having cleaned up half of the kitchen counters, looked quite proud of himself.

"Wait!" Gillion had a realisation looking at Slimecicle and gasped, drawing a concerned look from Xiv, "he's wet!"

"He's what?" Xiv looked unimpressed.