Dragoncrest Cliffs Freak, slut, burn-out, bug eyes, poser, lard-ass

"Fun Gus?" said Ephraim, narrowing his eyes at the white mass as he crab-walked curiously around it. "Why's it named Gus?" Maybe because it looked kind of silly, and Gus was a ridiculous name, if he did say so himself. Fun Gus was a plant, so not quite a flower, but like a tree or a bush? The boy's tail waved as he leaned in to bump his nose against it again, snorting at the velveteen texture of the portly cap on his sensitive nares.

"Hey, I'm no' round!" he protested with a chuckle, shooting Dalia a sharp look that wasn't remotely convincing. Okay, so he had a little bit of a pot belly. Nothing that a bit of exercising or an impending growth spurt couldn't cure. She offered to show him what a puffball was capable of and he pranced back a few feet, ears perked attentively as he exclaimed, "yeah!" Dalia said it had to be cool, and everyone loved cool things, so of course a little boy like him wanted to see it! He was so often subdued in the company of others, either sad or shy or both, that he didn't get to let himself get carried away like this. It was nice to just be excited for once.