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cyberaxolotl · 7 months ago

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The Typhoon

SoS:3oT Domestic Fluff (Lisette/Siluka)

Warnings: Mild suggestive humor

Rough summary: Siluka gets caught in Westown in a typhoon, and knows exactly who she wants to spend the storm with.

Words: 4k

Illustrations: 0

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It was a dreary afternoon in the three towns. There was rain pouring, wind howling, and everybody wanting to get inside if they weren’t.

All-in-all, a day where Siluka didn’t want to be out getting groceries. But there were ingredients she needed that she could only get elsewhere, so as she would every month, she went to go get them.

Walking into the wholesale store, she took a deep sigh, holding her arms. She was shivering, drenched, and wishing she’d brought a coat with her. Then, she looked up at the room.

Everyone was very colorful that day. She could see anxious purples in everybody’s auras, a slight angry red in the manager’s, and the little girl in the back was noticeably blue. It made her slightly happier to see the dots of loving pink in the married couple’s auras, something she had seen every time without fail, no matter the weather or day.

Walking up to the grocery counter, she pulled out a paper list. “Welcome to Ra-Man’s. What can I get for you today?” The man greeted her.

“Aloha.” Siluka said plainly, “I need three pounds of ice, two pounds of seaweed, a pound of salt…” She listed off her groceries, focused on her list, and tried to block out the world around her. Poor weather itself did not make her anxious, but the discomfort of being cold and wet was making her antsy, and a little annoyed.

“Here it is.” A bag was placed on the counter. “That’ll be-“

She had already placed a bag of gold on the table. “We do this every month. I know.” Taking the bag, she turned around, but immediately felt bad at the pinch of blue she saw as she left. Being angry didn’t feel good.

Leaving the wholesale store, her empathy left her, sent back out into the rain. Her pigtails whipped in the harsh weather, getting all over her face, and as tempted as she was to run, god forbid she fall into the mud. Clutching her bag, she held a steady pace as she made her way out of Tyusukusa, taking the path into Westown.

Siluka didn’t like Westown’s architecture. Too many stairs, too much effort, and too much risk when it was wet. If she didn’t have to, she wouldn’t go into Westown at all, if it weren’t for two things she would never miss out on.

With her nose scrunched, she followed the many stairs up to the highest stores, walking into the general store. “Oh! Welcome to Straw Market, what can I get for ya?” The lady greeted her, smiling brightly. Her aura was, like others, anxiously purple, but also happily yellow at the same time.

How could she smile so brightly on a day like that? “Aloha.” She again let out flatly, pulling out her list. “I need… Ugh.”

It had gotten wet from the rain, smudging. If she could see her own aura in that moment, she’d bet it was blue. Or red. Or both.

“Ah, roughed up list? I’ve gotcha. I do my best to remember the lists of the regulars!” The shopkeeper laughed, then walked behind the counter.

“…Mahalo.” Siluka thanked, but was now more annoyed. It was hard to distract herself when she couldn’t focus on her words or her writing.

A bag was placed on the counter. “Here it is! That’ll be-“

“Take it.” Another bag of gold as she snatched the groceries away. “I-“

Thunder echoed through the building, lightning coming through the windows at the same moment.

“…Damnit.” She hissed under her breath.

“Oh, dear, looks like a typhoon is rolling in out there. I’m sorry, it seems like you might have to stay here a while longer.”

It definitely sounded like a typhoon. The rain slammed onto the windows, they could hear trees rustling, and thunder crackling near and far. Siluka didn’t want to go all the way back to Lulukoko in that abominable weather, but she didn’t want to stay in that shop either.

A thought occurred to her, a small idea. “…Mahalo for the groceries. I need to go next door.” Turning around, she held the bags tight, knowing what she was going into.

“Ah-?! Wait, you can’t just-“

The door was already opened then closed behind her, and immediately, the wind blew into her face. It was harsh enough that she could barely keep her eyes open, freezing every piece of skin that she had exposed, and the heavy rain dampening her clothes. Supporting herself with a hand against the shops, she fought the wind to make it to the shop next door.

Grabbing the door knob, she took a quick breath. Throwing it open, she practically threw herself inside, slamming it behind her as she fell ungracefully to the floor. “What in- Siluka!?” A sweet, warm voice reached her, footsteps running up immediately.

Looking up, barely peeking through her wet hair, she smiled at a freckled face. “Aloha, Lisette.” She said calmly, though a bit displeased at the aura in front of her. Fearfully purple, and worriedly blue, with a refreshing spot of pink.

“Siluka, what are you doin’ this far out here?! They just issued a typhoon warnin’!” Taking her hands, Lisette picked her up, confused by the gentle smile the other was holding.

“I know. I was just getting groceries when it started.” Siluka picked the bags up, “Can I stay for a while?”

“Ah… Mmhm!” The florist nodded and stepped past her, flipping the open sign in the window to closed. “Your bags can go in the fridge upstairs, I gotta tidy up a little down here, but you make yourself at home!”

“Mahalo.” Already much more comfortable, she made her way upstairs, doing as she was told. Yawning, she sat down into a dining chair, folding her arms on the table.

She glanced at the clock. It was about time for her afternoon nap, but there was no sun, and she wasn’t warm, and she wasn’t dry… But she felt comfortable anyway. The room smelled really nice too. She knew Lisette wouldn’t mind if she slept for just a little while, putting her head into her arms, and getting comfortable right there at the table.

Within moments, she was asleep. If she dried, she didn’t notice. If she warmed up, she didn’t notice. It was her favorite way to pass the time, just to sleep, and dream. It usually smelled like salt in her dreams, but this time, it didn’t. Not at all.

“…-uka..! Siiiluuukaaa..!”

“Mmh… Hm?” Siluka opened her eyes, looking over.

Lisette’s smiling face and pink-yellow aura greeted her. “Did you have sweet dreams? I just made dinner!”

“Ah… Yes. I did.” She picked herself up, glancing at the window. It was still storming, and as she acknowledged it, she could hear the thunder rumbling outside. “It smelled like flowers in my dreams.” She blushed softly.

“Ah, hehe~! That's lovely!” The florist giggled, “I hope you don’t mind mimosa salad. I saw you sleeping up here once I finished cleaning, and I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up, so I made what I’d usually have.”

“Mimosa salad is okay.” A bowl was slid to her side of the table, “How long will it be storming for?”

“Mmm, I muted the radio to let you sleep. But by the looks of it? Well into the night, I don’t think you can go home any time soon.” Lisette looked out the window, eating her first bite of salad. “It’s already dark.”

“…That’s okay.” Siluka smiled, turning to face her. “Iluka will understand. She’d rather I stay here than go in the storm.”

“Do you reckon she’ll come lookin’ for you herself in the mornin’?”

“Maybe.” The priestess shrugged, “She knows exactly where to look, though.”

The florist didn’t hide a pleasant giggle. “I’m glad she does~! If you don't mind nightgowns, I’ll lend you a dry one to sleep in, and I could brush your hair!”

Siluka hadn’t even noticed that her thick hair was still drenched, her clothes still damp as well. “Hm… Usually, I wouldn’t let anyone but Iluka touch my hair…” She pulled a wet strand of it out of her face, “…But, you can be the exception. Mahalo.”

“Ohh, it’s like a slumber party~! I never got to have them when I was little!” Lisette happily flapped her free hand, “Once dinner is done, do you have any dessert preferences?” With that, she pushed a forkful of salad into her mouth.

“The desserts I know are all from Lulukoko, I don’t think you’d have any of those… I’d like something warm.” When she thought about her temperature, she could feel a chill run up her spine.

“How does peach pie sound? I baked it the other day, it just needs to be heated back up!”

Siluka looked up at the other, wondering if it sounded good or not. But that bright, beautiful, pink and yellow aura was too much to decline. “Peach pie sounds good.” She looked away, blushing softly.

A couple minutes later, they had finished their salads.

Lisette pointed across the room. “My nightgowns are in the bottom drawer of that dresser, they should all fit you fine, so just take the one you like the look of! I’ll go heat up that pie.” She stood up, taking the bowls with her.

Siluka nodded, getting up and walking across the room. As she opened up the drawer, she felt flustered by the contents, quick to pick out a nightgown without looking at the other side. Unfolding it, she looked it over.

It was very different to what she’d see in Lulukoko every day. Tailored from thicker cloth, and with less geometric patterns, not to mention being long-sleeved. Glancing across the room to see the florist in the kitchen, she knew she had nothing to worry about as she got changed.

It was a very comfortable nightgown. Soft, and a little big on her, but the best part was the smell. It smelled like flowers… and it smelled like Lisette.

“Get ‘er while she’s hot!” She heard as two plates were placed on the dining table. Walking back over, she watched Lisette’s aura get pinker. “Oh, you look so cute in my nightgown! You get started, I should also get changed.”

“Mmhm. Mahalo.” The smell of peaches was irresistible, a dash of whipped cream in the center of the slice, with a cut strawberry in the cream. Looking over at the other’s slice, it had cream on it, but no fruit. “…Hmph.” Picking the strawberry off of hers, she cut it in half, then reached across the table to place half on Lisette’s slice. “That’s better.”

“Hm? Did you say somethin’?” The florist came up behind her, now in a nightgown of her own. “Ah… You didn’t have to split your strawberry, Siluka!” She noticed the modification made to her slice.

“I wanted to. It’s fair that way.” Siluka started digging into her own slice. The peaches were sweet and juicy, and the crust wasn’t crumbling apart, making it easier to eat. ‘…I love it.’ She thought, her mouth too full to say.

“That’s wonderfully kind of you. I guess that growin’ up with siblings would make you care about fairness!” Lisette sat down, happy to have her own slice.

“…I hadn’t thought of that.” The priestess realized, “I guess I didn’t spend much time alone growing up. If I wasn’t with Iluka, I was with Ludus, and if I wasn’t with anyone, someone was looking for me. Anything I did was shared with someone else… Any family meal we’d have, we’d get the same portions…” She started to twirl her hair, thinking.

“Wouldya have wanted anythin’ to yourself?”

“…No.” She smiled, “I like it this way. I can’t imagine being an only child.”

“Well, as an only child, I try to be as generous as possible after somethin’ that happened a few years back. Growin’ up alone, I guess I got used to havin’ things to ma’self… I’ve accidentally been selfish a couple times.” Lisette glanced away, “I don’t know whether havin’ a sibling woulda made the spoiling worse or not, though.”

“You’re not a selfish person. It’s not your nature. I can tell. A selfish person wouldn’t give me a nap, shelter, dinner, dessert, and a dress.” Siluka hummed happily, “You haven’t hesitated to give me those things. Your aura hasn’t changed colors once… It makes me very happy.”

“…Hehe.” She was blushing a bright pink. “You make me happy too, Siluka. Do you like the pie?”

“I love the pie.” She replied without hesitation. “It’s good. The cream and strawberry make it even better. Mahalo.” She was timely in putting another bite in her mouth, almost done with her slice.

Lisette didn’t reply, but smiled, turning to look out the window. “The storm is still ragin’ hard… Ah, I can’t stand to look out at that darkness.” Standing up, she walked over, pulling the curtains. “I know I live on the second floor, but dark windows still scare me. Too many horror stories about seein’ silhouettes in them.”

“I didn’t think you liked horror stories.”

“I don’t.” She sighed, walking back over. “But, you always end up hearin’ spooky tales one way or another.” Picking up the pie crust, she finished off her dessert.

“Yeah… I heard a lot of tales and warnings from my Gram. I believe most of what she tells me.” Finishing her slice, Siluka picked up her empty plate. “I’ll put these in the sink. You’ll brush my hair, right?”

“Oh, yes! Thank you, I’ll go get the hairbrush and bands.” Lisette was happy to oblige, handing over her plate then walking away.

Once they were done, they walked over to the bed. The priestess was already carefully undoing her hairstyle, being gentle with the flowers and leaves as she removed them. Once undone, her hair went down past her hips.

“I can’t imagine all the effort you go through, putting that all together every morning.” The florist said kindly, sitting on her bed. “Your hair is so long and beautiful, up or down.”

“…If I tell you something, you won’t be grossed out?” She started, getting a surprised look. “I sleep in late enough that I don’t have the time to wash my hair every morning. It stays styled like this until Iluka and I have a day off, and then I wash it, she styles it, and it stays like that until our next day off.”

“Oh!” Lisette looked surprised, “I wouldn’t have been able to tell if you hadn’t told me! Now, wouldya sit on the floor here?”

“…You’re not upset or something?” Siluka questioned, sitting on the floor in front of the bed.

“Mmm… No. You said it’s because you sleep in too much, and if it’s part of your disordered sleepin’, then it ain’t my place to judge. Have you tried washin’ it at night as an alternative?” Picking up a handful of thick hair, she started to gently brush it, running her fingers through it as well.

“…I’m too tired to do my hair at night. Maybe I should look into mixing my own dry shampoo…” She started to think about that, wondering what herbs could do it.

“That’s a start, but- and I’m sorry if ya hear this a lot- you really should see Ford about your oversleepin’.” Lisette sighed, “But, I’m not here to nag you. I’m here to do your hair, and I can’t do your usual hairstyle, so what would you like instead?”

“High pigtails is fine.”

“High pigtails it is!” She put the smile back on her face, picking up a hair band. Her strokes were soft and smooth as she brushed the incredibly long hair into two parts, careful not to pull or tug.

“Mmmh…” Siluka hummed, blinking tiredly. “You’re much gentler with my hair than Iluka. It’s making me sleepy…”

“We’ll be goin’ to bed in a few minutes, but try to hold your head up right now, I wouldn’t want you fallin’ over on me!” Putting up the first pigtail, she could feel the girl below her jolt.

“Ow.” The priestess said flatly, “That woke me up…”

“Ah, I- I didn’t mean it! I am a bit rough on my own hair, puttin’ it up so quickly, I might pull it when I’m tying it up.”

“You should be gentle with yourself. Is your hair as soft as it looks?” Siluka took a handful of her made pigtail, twirling her hair.

“Hm…” Lisette quickly bounced one of her pigtails, “Yes! But if you want to feel it, I’ll let you.” At that, she was done doing the other’s hair.

The priestess stood up, turning around. “Mahalo.” She felt both of her pigtails, running her fingers through her untangled and dried hair.

“You’re welcome~! And, um, now that that’s all done…” The florist got up as well, “Th-the couch is a little slim for either of us to sleep on, and I don’t exactly have another bed, so-“

“I’ll sleep with you.”

“..!?”

“In your bed.” Siluka flushed red, “I’ve shared beds with others my whole life. The one I know might be big enough for two, but I don’t think I’ll mind this.”

“…Um, well, that solves that, haha~!” Lisette was blushing too, quickly stepping past the other. “I need to turn the kitchen light off, but I’ll be right with you.”

“Okay.”

She took a long look at the florist’s bedspread. The quilt had flowery patterns sewn into it, her bedsheet had a more abstract pattern of rose bushes, and the pillow… was a standard white pillow. Tucked beside the bed, sitting against the wall, was a little teddy bear.

Sitting down on the bed, looking at the bedside table, it was everything she’d expect out of Lisette. An alarm clock with a cartoon flower on the back, a lamp with a floral printed lampshade, and a small, paperback book. “Princess Adeline and The Princess Switch…” She mumbled aloud, seeing the illustration of two princesses on the cover. One was dressed in blue, the other in yellow.

“That book is a wonderful one.”

“-!” Siluka was startled by her return.

“When I first saw it, I thought Princess Adeline was going to fall for the other princess! But, um… She didn’t. They were just really good friends, and then they both marry princes in the next book.” There was disappointment in her voice as she spoke.

“They always marry the prince.” The priestess got under the blankets, letting the other take her place sitting on the bed.

“Or a knight.” She shrugged, putting her hands together. “Oh lovely Gaia, tonight my prayers reach you in good will…”

The bed was warm and relaxing, a comforting reprieve from the sound of the ongoing storm outside. Siluka watched Lisette as she prayed, realizing that she had never gone to the ruins to dance for the spirits that day, and making a mental note to put her all into it tomorrow. She wondered how much more comfortable that bed could get with both of them in it.

The lamp was clicked off, leaving her to only see the faint silhouette of someone else getting under the covers. They both let out a small grumble as they bumped into each other, but then, their position came together naturally. Siluka put her arms around the other’s waist, resting her head into her collar, and Lisette put her hands by Siluka’s head and on her back, closing the distance between them.

“…Heehee. Through all the books I’ve read, I’ve wanted to be the princess, but holdin’ you… It makes me feel like you’re the princess.” The florist whispered, closing her eyes.

“Mmh… I think we’re both princesses...”

“I like the sound of that. I think I’d be a princess of flowers… What would you be a princess of?”

“…”

“Siluka?”

A gentle snoring.

“Oh..! Goodnight, sleep tight…”

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Birds chirped as the sun came through the window, beaming into the upstairs of the building, warmly landing on Siluka’s back. With a stir, she woke up, blinking a couple times. She was alone in bed, as she always was when she’d wake up. But this morning, her mind felt light and airy.

Across the room, in the kitchen, she could hear Lisette humming a tune, and see her working by the stove. With a tired grumble, she got up, walking into the kitchen.

“What’s for breakfast?” She asked, noticing the other jump.

“Ah-! I didn’t hear you wake up!” The florist looked over her shoulder, her aura getting pinker when her gaze landed on the other. “I’m makin’ omelets, Westown’s top breakfast! Y’ever had one?”

“I’ve heard of them, and I know what they are. Never had one.” She sat down at the dining table, looking at the window. “…Is that my dress?”

“Oh, yeah, I hung your dress over the sill to dry when I woke up. It might not end up completely dry, but it should get better than it was last night!”

“Mahalo. You’re very-“

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

“Hm-?” Lisette turned around, confused. “The closed sign is still up, who could that be?”

“…I think I know.” Siluka got up, “I’ll come back up for breakfast.”

Going downstairs without another word, she could already see who was at the door through the windows. Pulling it open, it was as she expected.

“Siluka!” Iluka put her hands on her hips, her aura both red and a relieved green. “Having a good time with your girlfriend, hm? Leaving me home alone in a typhoon?”

“I fell asleep here and then I woke up when it was dark. Lisette let me stay since it was late.” Siluka winced at the bright sun, “I want to stay for breakfast. Can you wait?”

“Wait?! I came all the way out here to get you!”

“Then go see Wayne.” She said bluntly, watching her twin blush. “He’s always talking to you when he’s in Lulukoko. I’m sure he’ll like it if you do it instead.”

“Ah- fine!” She turned away, “You’re lucky it’s our day off… AND I’m glad that you’re okay!”

“Mmhm. I’m glad too.” Siluka smiled reassuringly, then turned around.

“I could hear Iluka from the window. Was she mad?” A voice asked as she got upstairs.

“Not more than usual. She’s going to see Wayne while we eat.” She sat back down at the dining table, “Is it done?”

“Almost.” Lisette plated what was in the frying pan, “Would you like anything specific on yours? I’ve got salt, pepper, butter, or cheese.”

“Plain is fine.” Being catered to made her feel appreciated, and she wondered what she could do in return. “You should come eat at the Carosello someday. I can’t give you a discount at work, but I can serve you extra nicely.”

“That’d be lovely, but I get so lost in the other towns. I’d have to ask Wayne if I could tag along while he’s on his mail route.” She looked remorseful as she came to the table, putting down a plate and a mug, then going back to get her own.

“He comes to the Carosello anyway when he finishes delivering mail. He says it’s because he can’t resist Iluka’s beauty, but I can sense the truth. He gets too hot in Lulukoko.” Siluka picked up the mug, smelling it and looking in. “This is… lemon tea?”

“Mmhm! If it’s too sour, I’ve got honey.” Lisette sat down with her own plate and mug, “Now, an important question, what would you be the princess of?”

“Hm…Natural medicines. Herbal remedies? Maybe just herbs…” She twirled her hair, thinking about it.

“The princess of flowers and the princess of herbs… Plants, that’s our kingdom, heehee.” The florist giggled and blushed as she pictured it.

“Would our people be plants too?”

“Hm… Two princesses, magical enough to have sentient plants as their kingdom’s people… I wonder if that’s a book.” Cutting into her food, she couldn’t get her mind off of the idea.

“It should be.” Siluka smiled.

“Oh, but I don’t know any writers, and I don’t read enough adult books to be good at writing.”

“Then write a children's book. Kids can read about two princesses.”

“…You’re right, Siluka. Thank you for the inspiration… teehee~!”

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princessasmosprincess · 2 years ago

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Charmed, I'm Sure

Chapter 19

Summary: No human has ever avoided Asmodeus's charm. Except for you.

Pairing: Asmodeus x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Drama, angst, a little fluff.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, mild blood.

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Author's note: This one is about double the length of my usual chapters. There wasn't a good place to cut it ;)

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An hour later you received a text from Lisette informing you that your clothes were ready to be picked up. Mammon had walked away a little while ago to take a call from Lucifer.

“I can finish this really fast,” said Beel. He was halfway done with his third full cake.

“Take your time, Beel,” you said. “Mammon can come with me if he’s done with his call. If not, I can always go by myself.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s just down the block, and I have Luke’s friendship bracelet to protect me.”

“That really was nice of him to do for you.” Beel gave a half smile. “It is a pretty weak spell, though.”

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “How about I text you when I arrive and once I leave the store.”

“Ok,” Beel was placated.

Mammon was playing a crane game outside the cafe as you left, obviously finished with his call. His eyes practically glued to the glass as he maneuvered the joystick around the prizes.

“I’m going back to Majolish to get my things,” you said.

“Uh-huh,” Mammon was totally focused on the game.

You shrugged and kept walking.

Lisette had three black garment bags ready and waiting for you at the front desk of Majolish. You texted Beel and Mammon in your pact group chat, telling them to meet you at the fountain.

When Levi heard the three of you had been at Café Lament, he demanded you bring back a green tea flavor milk tea for him. Beel agreed to buy it for him, so you’d be waiting at the fountain alone for a little bit longer than expected. That was ok, you had your D.D.D. to entertain you.

You draped the garment bags over your shoulder as you walked down the street. The moon shone high above and little stars twinkled in the sky. Somehow, even in the neon-covered streets of the Devildom, the stars couldn't be blocked out with light pollution. You'd have to ask one of the brothers if that was due to magic.

Meow~

You looked down. A cute tuxedo cat was winding its way around your ankles.

“Hi kitty,” you smiled. “I wonder if Satan knows your name.”

The other night while tipsy on Demonus, Satan told you he knew every cat in town. You wanted to test him. Pulling out your D.D.D., you opened the camera app, but the cat started walking away.

“Wait kitty, come back,” you followed close behind, careful not to scare it. The cat turned its head as you approached, flicking its tail lazily. It meowed as if calling for you.

The cat slinked into an alley between a bookstore and an ice cream shop. Both were closed for the night.

“Here kitty,” you said, you wished you had some cat treats on you like Satan usually carried. The cat stopped a few feet in front of you.

You knelt down and held out your hand and allowed it to sniff you. The cat butted its head against your hand, purring as you began to pet it.

“Aw you're adorable!” You snapped a quick photo, trying to make sure the cat’s face was in focus and then you sent the photo off to Satan. You were sure you’d have your answer in minutes.

A shadow covered you and the cat, blocking out most of the street lights. You looked up.

Two demons stood between you and the street.

“What have we here?” said the first demon.

You stood and the cat darted out of the alley between the demons’ legs.

“This must be MC, RAD’s famous exchange student.” said the second demon.

These demons were huge, close to Beel’s size, although it was somewhat difficult to judge in the low light of the alley, their forms blending together in one intimidating blob.

“Do I know you?” You clutched your D.D.D. tightly in your hand.

“No,” the first demon shook his head. “But we know you.”

They weren't RAD students, at least you didn't think they were.

“Oh, well it's nice to meet you both but I really should be going,” You gave them the benefit of the doubt, maybe they were just curious about you, being a human who lived in the Devildom who was not a witch or sorcerer. You tried to politely push past them but they stood like a wall, blocking you in.

The two demons shared a glance and then their gaze turned back to you, it was unsettling. You willed Luke’s friendship bracelet to come through for you.

“You’d think Lord Diavolo would have chosen a peaceful human for his little exchange program,” said the second demon.

“Guess even princes are wrong sometimes.”

They both laughed, sending a chill down your spine.

“What do you mean?” As subtly as possible, you tried to type out a text to Satan since his chat was still up on your D.D.D.

“We know about that curse you put on our friend.”

Your typing stopped. What were they talking about? What curse?

“As if the Devilgram videos of Asmodeus slashing him in front of everyone at The Fall weren't enough. He’s been in the hospital for a whole week now because of you.” The demons took a step towards you.

It all made sense now, they thought you had taken revenge on their friend, the demon who’d tried to eat your soul. But you hadn't done anything, you couldn't. Diavolo had expelled him from RAD for attacking you, and that’s all you’d heard of him.

“That wasn’t me, I don’t have any magic. Everyone at RAD knows that.” You flashed a nervous, innocent smile.

The first demon laughed again. “Maybe you don’t but you're friends with that shady sorcerer.” The demons took another step, backing you further into the darkness.

“Never trusted him.” said the second, eyeing you hungrily.

You knew exactly what they wanted from you and it made you sick. You continued to back away, still trying to send texts but ending up with only key smashes. You received a message from Satan, “???”

“Yeah, who needs 72 pacts? Seems like he just wants to control demons.”

“And a sorcerer that powerful would be willing to curse a demon.”

“Solomon isn’t like that,” you protested. “He wants peace between the realms just like Lord Diavolo.”

“Lord Diavolo is a fool to think there could ever be peace between demons and humans.”

Your back hit the brick wall of the alley, your shirt catching on the rough texture. You were totally blocked in.

“A-aren't you going to use your demonic influence on me?” You didn't know why you said that, you just wanted to distract them while you frantically looked for an escape. “I-I might be more w-willing to give you my soul if you did that…”

“Oh, you don't need to be willing,” the second demon smirked.

You reeled back as much as you could as you were pressed against the wall. The demons were so close you could feel their breath on your skin.

“Yeah, what’s the fun in that? We want to hear you scream.” The first demon caressed your face with his hand.

You whimpered, recoiling.

“How should we split them up?” The second demon asked, he flicked his forked tongue. “I get the soul, you get the body?”

“I get the soul,” said the first demon, baring his sharp teeth. “I outrank you, after all.”

“Fine. Human flesh isn't my favorite, but it’ll do.”

The first demon’s eyes glowed a sickly yellow as he readied himself to take your soul.

Sensing your chance, you ducked under the demon's arm just as his fingers brushed your neck and you made a run for it. You needed to get to the street. Out into the open where someone might see you. You were almost free when your heel caught in a metal grate. You screamed as you went down, your D.D.D. skittering out of your hands.

“Pathetic,” one of the demons laughed as they closed in on you. You were done for.

You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for some sort of impact as the demons’ shadow overtook you again. Maybe Beel or Mammon would sense your distress through your pact and come for you before it was too late, you still didn't know how to summon them. How long did it take for a demon to eat a soul?

“P-please,” you stammered.

There was a flash at the end of the alley, accompanied by a gust of wind. You heard an impact, but it didn't affect you. The demons growled.

You opened your eyes slowly.

Four beautiful, velvety black wings shielded you from your assailants.

You felt the strange sensation of déjà vu. “Luci–”

But it wasn't him.

Asmodeus, while nowhere near as large and imposing as Beel or Lucifer, stood firm, protecting you from the hungry demons. His arms were outstretched and his wings were spread wide. You could feel the magic emanating off of him.

One of the demons had been knocked down, the other helping him stand. Both were in the process of shifting into their own demon forms, light flashing around them.

“Run,” Asmo hissed over his shoulder.

You didn't move, shocked and unable to look away from him. Their transformations complete, the demons in front of Asmo growled again, both getting into a fighting stance.

“Run, MC!”

You didn't need to be told a third time. You got to your feet, grabbing the garment bags as you went. As soon as you reached the street, you ran as fast as you could. Pained screams echoed from the alley, seeming to push you forward, towards the square. You didn't look back.

***

Asmo had been planning on taking a self-care night, just getting ready to step into the tub when Lisette had called him, wanting to talk to him about something at Majolish. She said it was urgent. So he’d gotten dressed and made his walk to the store, scrolling through Devilgram as he went.

But when the cute tuxedo kitty pawed at his ankles, meowing frantically, he’d stopped.

That’s when he heard a scream. Screams in the streets of the Devildom weren’t exactly rare with all the ghosts who floated around of their own volition. But that particular scream gave Asmo a chill; he had to investigate.

He found you in an alley faced with two hungry demons this time, they leered over you disgustingly.

He didn't think he would ever be able to forget the look on your face. So scared and vulnerable. You had easily faced Beel and Levi, even Lucifer once. But there had always been others around you, to protect you, to give you strength.

When Asmo found you, you were totally alone. His body moved automatically.

They were lower level demons and he was a powerful ruler and avatar of sin, it was so easy to overpower them. He could have inflicted more damage if he wasn't so focused on finding out if you were ok. Were you injured? He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he fought with the demons. Even so, it was hardly a struggle.

He left them in the alley half-conscious with a binding spell that would hold for several hours, at least. Just enough time for Lord Diavolo and Barbatos to decide what to do with them. He sent out a quick text informing them of the garbage waiting to be picked up in the alley, grimacing at the blood that smeared on his D.D.D. screen as he typed. He didn't give any details, only that the demons had been threatening you. Lord Diavolo would likely want to interrogate them if they were still lucid, he’d find out the whole story soon enough.

Asmo could still feel the warm, sticky blood on his skin as he shifted out of his demon form. He’d need to take three baths to get it all out, he was sure. At least his clothes stayed clean this time, since he had the foresight to change forms, although the blood still stained his hands.

He took off in the direction you'd gone, his heart still beating way too fast to be considered normal, even for a demon. His head was spinning and he felt sick to his stomach. Where were you? He looked for you in the faces of the people he passed on the street.

He reached the square and found you at the fountain. You sat at its edge, doubled over and winded. So many emotions crossed Asmo’s mind. He looked you over. Your clothes were dirty and you were bleeding a little from your knee, your hair was a mess. But you were still alive, your eyes as bright as ever and your soul intact. You were ok.

Asmo could breathe again.

And then it was like a switch flipped inside him.

“Asmo,” you panted. “Thank y–”

“Are you stupid or something?” He spat.

You looked up at him, startled by his outburst. “What do you–”

“No, I really think you are,” Asmo tossed your D.D.D. at you, you’d left it in your haste to get away. You caught it, narrowly missing the water. “You have no way of defending yourself. It’s almost like you want to die.”

“No, I–”

“You can’t be walking around the Devildom alone in the dark of the night. Where are my brothers?”

You crossed your arms, “It’s dark all the time here so I don't see how the time of day is relevant.” you said. “And I didn't come out here alone, Beel and Mammon were finishing up at Café Lament–”

Asmo scoffed.

“So,” You continued, a slight edge to your voice, “I figured I’d finish my errands. I thought my protective bracelet would be enough to keep me safe if I was just going down the block.”

“And it wasn’t, obviously.” He raised an eyebrow, his stern, disappointed face strangely resembling Lucifer's.

“No it wasn't,” your cheeks burned. “But I-”

“You really are dumb,” He gave a humorless laugh, beginning to pace in front of you. You followed him with your eyes. “Have you learned nothing from being around my brothers?”

“I-”

“No, you’re going to let me talk!” Asmo stamped his foot. “You’re so careless and stupid, you’re always getting into dangerous situations. How could you think Hell Poison honey was the safe one? There’s a skull on the label. That’s like the universal symbol for death!”

You blinked at him, the sudden change of subject was jarring as you tried to follow his train of thought. “You're being unfair, Asmo,” You didn't know why you were defending yourself over something that wasn't even true, “That was an accident, a simple mista-”

Anger blazed in his eyes. “And you always leave yourself open for any demon to be able to get you. I can't stand you!”

You felt your heart break a little. This was almost worse than his brothers’ rage. Asmo had been cordial towards you lately, you thought everything was moving in the right direction. He was starting to warm up to you. So you didn't understand where all this was coming from, and that hurt worse than any anger you thought you deserved. You had tried so hard to make him like you.

“The RAD program will fail if you get yourself killed and it's all going to be your fault!” His words came faster and faster as it all tumbled out of him. “But you won’t get the blame, no. Do you know what that will do to my family? We’re the ones who are supposed to be watching over you!”

You just stared at him, your eyes blurring with tears as you waited for him to continue.

“You just barely got better and you almost threw it all away!” He clenched his fists, his eyes glowing the amber color of flames.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, turning away from him. You didn't want him to see you cry. It was prideful, you knew, but you were hurt by what he’d said. You weren't trying to be reckless, you were just trying to survive in the Devildom in any way you knew how, make pacts, realize Diavolo’s dreams for the RAD program, and maybe free his brother from the attic. But Asmo wasn't in a position to listen to you.

His next words were quieter, although they still held the same venom as before, “What did those lowlifes want with you, anyway?”

It was forbidden to harm the exchange students; demons were difficult to keep in line and yet most of the Devildom population seemed to follow that mandate. No one had bothered Solomon once during the program, and as corrupted by magic as his soul was, it was still human and considered a delicacy for demons, especially for those with very few pacts like lower level demons.

“Oh I can speak now?” You said sarcastically, you wiped away a tear, sniffing.

Asmo glared at you.

“They wanted my soul, obviously. They said I put a curse on their friend, that demon who tried to eat my soul at The Fall. It was their messed-up way of taking revenge.”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“But I have no idea what they were talking about.” You brushed off your clothing, not that it did much good.

“MC!” Mammon called from across the street.

Both of you looked up.

“There’s my idiot older brother,” Asmo growled, narrowing his eyes. But his face looked oddly pale. “You can tell him the next time I catch you alone on his watch, I'm ripping his wings off and feeding them to Cerberus.” He started to walk away, his hands shaking with fury, or maybe something else.

“Hey, Asmo,” said Beel as he and Mammon reached the fountain. Mammon was carrying a yellow devilbear holding a 500 Grimm Akuzon gift card between its paws.

Asmo turned, pasting on his cutest smile. The way he was able to compose himself and shift emotions in a split second was amazing.

“MC, what happened to you?” Mammon asked when he finally got a good look at you up close. “Beel, I told you I felt somethin’ through the pact.” He knelt down in front of you to examine your injured knee.

“Oh,” said Asmo. He crossed his arms to hide the blood on his hands. “One of the Flying Carnivorous Butterwort plants escaped from Asphodel Nursery, it chased them down the street and scared the poor dear witless. Isn't that right, MC?”

You nodded solemnly, corroborating Asmo’s lie.

“Are you ok? Beel put his arm around you, helping you up.

“They’re fine,” Asmo answered for you. “Just a little shaken up.”

Mammon took the garment bags from you, exchanging them for the devilbear minus the gift card. “Let's get you home then. The Great Mammon can patch you up in no time.”

You were mostly quiet on your walk home, speaking only when necessary as you tried to stave off the tears brimming in your eyes. Mammon was explaining his crane game technique to you and Beel in depth, so there hadn't been much reason to speak anyway, as he went on and on. When you got back to your room you found Luke’s friendship bracelet on the floor, the thread snapped and it no longer glowed, its spell broken.

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omegaremix · 11 months ago

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Winter 1994 Mixtape:

Doug E. Fresh “A’ight (Allstar)”

Snoop Dogg Doggystyle

A Tribe Called Quest Midnight Marauders

Rampage The Last Boy Scout “Beware Of The Ramsack”

Outhere Brothers “Boom Boom Boom”

Ice Cube Lethal Injection

Wu-Tang Clan Enter The 36 Chambers

Boyz II Men “Down On Bended Knee”

The Goodmen “Give It Up”

Lisette Melendez f. Greg Nice “Goody Goody”

Real 2 Real “I Like To Move It”

Queen Latifah “Just Another Day”

El General “Muevelo (RMX)”

Scarface “Never Seen A Man Cry”

Shaggy “Nice & Lovely”

Shabba Ranks “Shine And Criss”

KRS-One “Sounds Of The Police”

Cypress Hill “Under Mi Sleng Teng”

Sagat “Funk Dat (Why Is It?)”

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lismarstclair · 6 months ago

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When: 27th of June, 2024 Where: Private Primary School

“Good Afternoon, Ms. Lisette. This is Chloé and Olivia’s school, and we are calling because we had an incident involving your twins and another student. We will need you to come to the school as soon as possible to speak with the headmaster.”

Her heels clicked on the floor of the school in her strides towards the headmaster’s office. What could have happened to warrant a call from the school? They were intentionally vague on the phone, but she would get to the bottom of this before they left. Holding her face tight, she fought against the pain in her knees. Was she supposed to be wearing heels, no, but she compromised in wearing one-inch heels instead of her traditional three. The pain was a now low ache, but with her tensed muscles, her pain was exacerbated.

“Ms. Marseille-St Clair, we are so happy you could-,”

“Where are my daughters?”

The front office administrator was kind enough; however, Lisette needed to see her girls.

“Of course, ma’am. Right this way.”

Walking around the back of the office and down a hall, Lisette sees her twins sitting in chairs outside of the headmaster’s office. Olivia looked anxious as she fidgeted with the buttons on her uniform. Chloé’s face showed clear anger, but Lisette’s attention was on the ice pack resting on her left hand. Olivia sees her first, and elbows her sister, “Mama! He-”

“Wait,” she tells them before turning to the young woman who guided her here, “Let the headmaster know I am here and would like to speak with him,” given a quick nod, Lisette squats down -pushing past the pain in her knees- and looks at her daughter’s hand, “Oh love, what happened?” she asks slipping into French to keep their talk more private.

“He was running his mouth. This boy, Michael, was trying to say things to anger me and I was tired of hearing it. I was gonna walk away, I swear I was,” Chloé’s explanation came out fast, she wanted to make sure she got her point heard, “But then he said… He said other stuff and Uncle Oliver always said not to let that slide,”

She knew her daughter admired Oliver, but she had not imagined she would model violence, “Said what? What could this little boy have said that would warrant you physically hurting someone?”

Chloé sat still, her eyes looking away from her mother and to her twin who began to speak for her, “Michael said-”

“Ms. Marseille-St Clair, I understand you want to speak with me about the altercation,”

The headmaster’s voice breaks their moment and garners her attention. “Headmaster Williams,” Lisette greets him while pushing up to a stand straight.

“He said our family is dirty and that’s why we don’t have a dad,” Olivia spoke fast and under her breath. Just loud enough for Lisette to hear. “Uncle Oliver always said family came first and you defend your family. That’s why she did it,” Her two girls kept their heads down, clearly upset. Olivia was likely more upset with being in trouble, but Chloé was still angry about what was said.

Looking back to her daughters, Lisette leaned down and kissed both their foreheads, “Wait here and I’ll be out shortly,”

_____

“I never expected to have to call you in for something like this,” Mr. Williams began, “They are both bright girls and have never had an issue come up before,” The older man sat behind the oversized desk before continuing, “Unfortunately, a situation such as this is a delicate matter,”

“Could you tell me what happened?” Lisette had heard Chloé’s side of the event, but she was curious how the headmaster might present the facts.

“Well, it is my understanding that their class was outside for a break and preparing to return when Chloé was seen speaking with another student. I am told a few words were exchanged and then she swung her fist in their face. The reporting staff monitoring the class said that they did not see any reason for the behavior,” clearing his throat, Lisette remains silent, “You can surely understand that this matter must be handled swiftly and with the insistence that it does not happen again,”

“I completely agree,”

“You do?”

“I do. What is to be done about the student that provoked my daughter?” His eyes widen behind his thick glasses, and he stumbles over his words. She took this moment to continue, “My daughters, as you pointed out, have no prior issues here. Neither disciplinary or academic. With no record of such behavior, would it not suggest that the other student could have provoked this situation?” her question comes with raised brows. He shifts in his seat while she goes on, “Furthermore, this reporting staff member may not have seen any reason for the act, but did she hear what was said?”

Mr. Williams sits straight in his chair and leans forward on his forearms, hands clasped tightly, before replying, “No. She did not say she heard the conversation, just that she saw them talking,”

“Did the staff member speak with the other student to ask what was being discussed? Did they ask any of the students around them? Did they even bother to ask either of my daughters what was said?” The older man was silent. She never raised her voice, though she wished to scream at the top of her lungs for daring to insinuate that her daughters would behave without reason. “Though I may not agree with her choice of defense, I can understand her outrage over what the other student insinuated,”

“And what was that?”

“Perhaps had you done a proper investigation, you would already know. Instead, I had to hear from my upset seven-year-old that they were told their ‘family is dirty’ and ‘the reason they are fatherless’,”

The older man recoiled in his seat, scratching at his white wire beard. “Now, I will take my daughters home and keep them for the rest of the week. When I return on Monday, I expect to hear from your office administrator that something is being done about the little boy who berated my daughters. Should I find out nothing was done, you will be seeing me again,” standing from her seat, Lisette straightened her blouse and pulled her purse back over her shoulder, “I do hope this is the last time I have to speak with you about this, headmaster,”

_____

Still recovering from the kidnapping, Lisette wasn’t yet permitted to drive, so they traveled in a blacked-out escalade. With her daughters in the third row, Lisette sat in the captain’s chair in the middle and texted on her phone.

“Mama, am I in trouble?”

Chloé’s question was simple enough, but the answer was anything but simple. Of course, Lisette could not actively encourage fighting but wouldn’t punish her for defending herself or her family. She could tell her about 'trying to remain calm' in all situations, but that wasn’t helpful with a seven-year-old. “You are not going back to school till Monday,” It wasn’t an answer, and the girls knew it.

“Because Cece punched Michael?”

“Yes, because your sister punched that boy,”

“He had it coming. He is a rude boy and deserved it,” Chloé firmly believed that what she did was justified. If Lisette were honest, she didn’t mind that she had hurt the other boy. Family mattered most and her oldest was simply standing firm in that defence.

Lisette sighed heavily and put her phone in her bag, “We can’t punch everyone who speaks badly about our family,” there are not enough hours in the day for it.

“But Uncle Oliver says-”

“I know what your Uncle says!” Lisette snaps, momentarily losing her composure and slapping her hands down on her thighs. Rarely did she lose control in front of her daughters, but Lisette was not entirely herself again. Taking a deep breath Lisette turned her body around to face the girls, “Listen. I don’t disagree with the premise of what your Uncle says occasionally, just the methods he uses to execute his response,”

Chloé and Olivia look at one another for a moment, neither saying anything. Lisette waits for either to speak, but when neither girl talks, she turns forward and runs her hand over her knees.

“So I am in trouble?”

Leaning her head back, Lisette lets a sigh slowly before replying, “Chérie… You are not not in trouble,”

“Okay,” Chloé hesitated with a trill of her voice, “Am I in trouble enough that I can’t watch TV?”

Smirking, Lisette closes her eyes at the simplicity her children still had, “I’ll think about it,”

The next few minutes pass in silence before Lisette hears Chloé speak again, “That wig looks good on you Mama,”

Chuckling, Lisette looks over her shoulder to her girls with their matching mischievous smiles.

#C&O&E #CD #self para #Lisette never thought she would have to parent an 'Oliver' XD

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dirtyriver · 2 years ago

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"Palomino follows the neo-noir, slice-of-life adventures of a man on thin ice," said Franck. "Eddie Lang is a former Burbank PD detective, who's a private investigator by day and a working musician by night. In the new volumes, Eddie dives deeper into the murder case of a former TV actress and quickly finds himself uncovering too many deadly truths. Meanwhile, his old-soul teenage daughter Lisette just might be even more hard-boiled than her father. Lisette's frustrated by her father's refusal to reopen her mother's cold case and she decides to begin her own investigation. What could possibly go wrong?"

Five days left on Kickstarter for Stephen Franck's Palomino vol. 2 & !

#Comics #Noir #Private eye #Stephen Franck #Palomino #Kickstarter

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oliviab-scstudyabroad · 2 years ago

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Welcome to English Camp! (Part I)

Hey guys! I apologize again for another late post; I’ve been extremely busy as usual! School has been taking up most of my time, as ORT is known for their course grades being heavily weighted on midterms and group projects. I haven’t had a single homework assignment here, but I do have tons of Zoom Meetings and study sessions with classmates. Last week, I had a parcial (miderm) for my Business Law class, and I got an 83%! I was proud of myself because not only is the class taught in Spanish, but it also discusses business law specifically in Uruguay. I also had a parcial for Uruguayan Economy and Society, and fingers crossed that that went well also! Although studying was tedious for that course, I enjoyed doing research and reading articles because it gives context for a lot of the conversations that my classmates have here. This weekend, I’m heading to Buenos Aires to blow off some steam and explore more of such a lively city.

A few weeks ago, I worked as a camp counselor for an English camp! I got the job because the academic coordinator at ORT forwarded an email from the academic coordinator of Escuela Integral, an elementary school that is affiliated with ORT because they’re both Jewish! At Escuela, the students are taught English and Hebrew, and Escuela is one of the only Jewish elementary schools left in the country. After an interview with the head camp counselor, I was hired! The camp lasted for three days, Wednesday to Friday, and it was in Atlántida, about an hour from Montevideo. At 8:00 a.m. on Wednesday, I arrived at Escuela with my things and met the other camp counselors. Two of them were Uruguayan, and one was American (from Boston). I also met the kids; they were fifth graders (10 years old), and they were already bouncing off the walls before we left, so I knew I was in for a long ride. We then boarded the bus and headed to Camp Floresta!

The site was your typical summer camp site. It was complete with a cabin with bunk beds, a bonfire area, and a soccer field. We got a tour of the site and the counselors explained the rules of the camp. The main rule was to only speak English. We then did several ice breaker challenges, including “Line Up”, where the students had to (in English) put themselves in order based on their birthday and name. It was pretty adorable because when they asked me for help, they would speak to me in Spanglish. For example, when I asked one kid what his birthday was, he said “eleven of Julio” (July 11th). Although their English was questionable, I was still impressed that we could carry little conversations and that they weren’t timid about speaking to a native speaker. They also played “Try to Stand Up” where they had to form pairs, intertwine their arms, and try to stand up together, and “Human Bingo”, where they had to get signatures from their classmates if they had done that activity on the Bingo Sheet. For example, if a student had gone on a plane before, they signed their name in that square.

After the icebreaker activities, we had lunch. I was asked to sit with the students so that they could practice their English, and it was hilarious to hear the types of conversations that 10-year-olds have. One kid named Jeronimo (love that name) told me that he has an 18-year-old girlfriend named Flavia. He had this mischievous grin on his face, and the girl next to me (Lisette) said that he met her across the street. I then realized that he was the one waving at people walking by the camp and asking them what their names were! Flavia must live in the neighborhood hahah. Most of them only spoke to me in Spanish in the beginning. A lot of them thought I was Uruguayan, and although that’s a big compliment to me, I assured them that I wasn’t and that I “only knew English”.

After lunch, the class was divided up into four groups, and each was assigned a color (green, yellow, red, and orange). The counselors then explained that throughout the camp, the students would receive tokens for things that they had done well, such as cleaning up after lunch or speaking in English. The team who had the most coins at the end of the camp would receive a prize! Each team then had to create a team flag and make up a song and dance to present to the class. I was in charge of helping the green group. I suggested that they come up with their team’s name first and then base their song around the name. At first, they wanted to be called the “Green Group”, but I told them to come up with something more creative. They decided to be called the Grinches! I helped them draw a crown on their flag with lightning bolts, and they made up the choreography and lyrics. I tried not to laugh when they were coming up with the lyrics. They went something like this:

We are the Grinch, Grinch, Grinch

The best of teams, teams, teams

We are a group, group, group

The best of group, group, group

We are Grinch!

The Grinches then performed in front of the class. I had to take a video because they were so into it and serious about making sure everything was perfect. After, the kids had free time, so I helped them with getting on and off the zipline! We then had tea as a group, and then there was another activity. Each group had to sit together, and the counselors would ask them trivia questions. Some of them were “name five countries in Asia”, “who is the president of Chile”, and “what is the capital of France”. The kids were out of control at this point. I think they were antsy after having free time and exhausted from getting up early to board the bus, but the trivia game that should’ve lasted 30 minutes ended up lasting two hours. It made me have a deeper appreciation for teachers, because I certainly don’t have the patience to deal with rowdy kids for that long. After finally finishing the game (the winner got a few tokens), we had a dinner of milanesa and French fries (a typical Uruguayan meal).

While the students were finishing up dinner, I helped the other counselors to put up a disco ball, hang up neon lights, and create a playlist with English songs for a Neon Party! Each student received a “VIP” ticket to admission for the party, and once they entered the dance floor, we encouraged them to dance with their friends and sing the English songs (“Dynamite, “Tik Tok”, “Party Rock Anthem”, basically the hits from the early 2000’s). I also did face paint on some of the kids, and they loved that the colors were neon! A lot of the students were beat after a packed day, so we went to bed as soon as the music cut out and the lights turned off.

That concludes my first day at the camp; stay tuned for Part II!

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