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You rolled your eyes. “I saw you peeking out of there. I know you’re a mimic.”  
The chest was motionless. “No you didn’t,” said a voice from within. “I’m treasure.”  
“Treasure doesn’t talk,” you said as you crossed your arms and leaned against the cave wall.  
“Yeah it does.”  
You reached into your pocket and pulled out the gemstone you found in a pot earlier. “Well that’s too bad,” you said tauntingly, “Because I was supposed to give this nice yummy sapphire to a mimic–”  
You were silenced by the sight of the chest undulating like it was made of rubber and bursting open.
 
(Like I said, be nice to this one. She’s pretty dumb :P)

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Respectful Changeling

Black Lives Matter
@Badumsquish  
There are ways. I mean, my family managed to make it so I have little to no interest in alcohol through making it not much of a big deal and talking to me about it. It’s all about understanding, clear communication, and compromise.