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hostess-of-horror · 3 years ago

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A Family Gathering

[M.B. is my Cadetsona OC, Shelley is my Sam and Max fanchild OC, M.J. belongs to @sleepy-heads-blog, and Sean and Nyarly belong to @drusb]

Note: This takes place after "A Day at the Diner" and before "Cadet's First Case".

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Shelley: "Big brother, look!"

[With a toothy grin, Shelley lifts up a long centipede from underneath a rock. M.J. turns around to see her shaking it with glee.]

M.J.: "Oooh, that's a big one! Good job, Shelley!"

[Shelley squeaks happily and proceeds to eat the centipede, which makes a slight crunchy sound. M.J. smiles and leans onto the porch fence, looking out onto the neighborhood. The Commissioner had given Sam and Max a day off since there were no cases to be found. So in order to celebrate that sometimes-rare occasion, they invited family and friends over. M.J. could hear the commotion from inside the house; their laughter muffled by the walls. He could join them, but he was waiting for someone. He watches out towards the right side of the road patiently. Shelley looks up, climbs up the fence, and sits right on the edge next to M.J.]

M.J.: "I think you're gonna like Miss M.B. She's a really nice lady."

Shelley: "Miss... M...B...?"

M.J.: "Uh-huh. She is Dad and Papa's Cadet for the Freelance Police. Miss M.B. is our friend and she has these really cool powers that make all sorts of things appear."

[Shelley tilts her head, her ears flopping to one side. M.J. reaches out and lifts her up, carrying her like a small baby.]

M.J.: "I definitely think she'll really like you."

[Suddenly, a horn is heard. It's the DeSoto, pulling up into the front parking lot. M.J. knew what that meant.]

M.J.: "Dad! Papa! Miss M.B.!"

Sam: "Hey, son! Hey, Shelley!"

Max: "Hello, my little critters!"

[Coming out of the backseat is M.B., dressed in much nicer clothing than she wore before. A long, black, sheer kimono drapes over a soft tank top and a long black skirt, which is covered in coffin patterns. Her jewelry were a mix of spiked bracelets and several Anhks on her necklace and earrings. Over her eyes are a pair of magenta tea shades. Her dirty blonde hair is hanging loose around her shoulders, revealing her shaved hair on the right side of her head. Her boots were black leather with a touch of heel to them.]

M.B.: "Hey, lil' dude! How's it going?"

M.J.: "Miss M.B., you're here!"

[M.J. runs up to receive a big hug from M.B.]

M.B.: "Aw, did you miss me?" *gasps* "And who is this?"

M.J.: "Oh! This is Shelley, our new baby sister."

M.B.: "Awwww, she's so precious! Hi there, Shelley. It's nice to meet you."

[Shelley looks up at M.B., almost shying away. She then returns the smile. M.B. giggles.]

Sam: "Well, the rest of the family's inside, so let's not keep 'em waiting, shall we?"

[Sam wraps his arms around the two and heads up towards the entrance. They all enter inside and in the living room sits Sean and Nyarly in a couch playing Mortal Kombat while Geek and John watches.]

Sean: "Oh hey, you're back!"

Geek: "Hi, M.B.!"

M.B.: "Hey Geek."

[M.B. waves and smiles. But deep down inside, she still cannot help but feel terrible about breaking her heart over at the Diner. Even if everything has been patched up afterwards.]

Nyarly: "God, stop picking Scorpion! Choose someone else for once!"

Sean: "I do better with Scorpion, he's my main! It's not my fault you're a noob at this game."

Nyarly: "Alright, Noob Saibot it is. Let's go!"

M.B.: "Ooooh, Mortal Kombat! I love this game!"

[She goes to sit down alongside Geek and John. M.J. joins and Shelley goes over to Sam and climbs up onto his back.]

Shelley: "Father!"

Sam: "Hehe, hey there, sweetie. Father loves you too. Wanna help me with tonight's dinner? Come on. To the kitchen!"

[Sam rushes into the kitchen, giving Shelley a piggy back ride. She squeals in delight, giggling all the way. Max follows the two. The rest of the family sits and watches Sean and Nyarly battle it out on Mortal Kombat. Scorpion vs. Noob Saibot. Fighting to the death in the main tournament stage.]

Nyarly: "Oh, come on!"

Sean: *smirks*

Nyarly: "Are you spamming the special move button?!"

Sean: ".... maybe."

Nyarly: "Well, two can play at that game."

[Noob Saibot successfully dodges Scorpion's attack and perfectly lands a combo move. Soon an x-ray vision appears on the screen, revealing every graphic detail of Scorpion's bones being broken into bits. This brings his health bar all the way down.]

Nyarly: "HA!"

Sean: "What?!"

[Then the moment of truth. A voice booms, "FATALITY!" Nyarly quickly presses in the buttons and immediately Noob Saibot begins his fatality. Sean looks on in utter defeat as Scorpion gets brutally slaughtered by the hands of his opponent. M.B. claps.]

M.B.: "Well done, Nyarly!"

Nyarly: "Hey, M.B., wanna join?"

M.B.: "Oh hell yeah. Although I am a bit rusty, I must admit. Been a while since I played this game."

Nyarly: "Ah, don't worry... I'll go easy on you."

M.B.: "Is that a challenge?"

Nyarly: "....maybe."

M.B.: "Oh-kay then, let's go."

[Sean gives the controller to M.B. and switch seats. Nyarly picks Noob Saibot again. M.B. picks Mileena.]

Sean: "Oh, Mileena?"

M.B.: "Yeah, she's one of my favorites. Both beauty and beast."

[After picking a stage, the fight begins. Noob Saibot begins to win until Mileena manages to bring his health down by a landslide. Round One ends with Mileena's victory.]

M.B.: "Yes!"

Nyarly: "Ah, that was just beginner's luck!"

M.B.: "Heh... How's that denial working for ya?"

[Sean and Geek 'ooooh's and laughs. Nyarly slowly turns to M.B.]

Nyarly: "Wow, smart-ass." *chuckles* "Alright, no more Mr. Nice Guy."

[Round Two begins. Noob Saibot brings out the big guns and completely decimates Mileena.]

M.B.: "Ah sh*t!"

Geek: "You got this, M.B.!"

M.J.: "Last round!"

[The final round begins and it becomes intense. M.B. slams her buttons with all her might as Nyarly presses every combo he can remember. Eventually, Mileena manages to get an x-ray combo on Noob Saibot.]

M.B.: "YEAH!"

Nyarly: "Don't jinx yourself now!"

[This brings down Noob Saibot's health bar. Now both health bars are almost at equal amounts. Nyarly dodges Mileena's attack and gets an x-ray combo on her. M.B.'s competitiveness comes out and desperately slams the buttons even more. This leads to both characters almost dying. Just a few hits and one of them is done for.]

Sean: "Oh damn..."

Geek: "Who's it gonna be?"

M.J.: "Oh, so close!"

[Mileena makes an attempt to dodge and hit Noob Saibot with a combo attack, but wasn't quick enough. FATALITY!]

Nyarly: "Looks like I win again."

Sean: "You were so close, M.B.!"

M.B.: *chuckles* "I know!"

Nyarly: "That was a really good fight, though. You did pretty good. Alright, who's next?"

M.J.: "Oh, oh, oh, me! Me! Me!"

[M.B. hands over the controller and switches seats. Another battle begins, this time between Raiden and Kitana. Suddenly, the doorbell rings.]

Geek: "I got it!"

[Geek opens the door. Standing in front of the entrance is another family member.]

Geek: *gasps* "Granny!"

Granny Ruth: "Hello, dearie!" *hugs Geek* "I hope I wasn't late."

Geek: "Not at all. We're just getting started. Come on in!"

M.J. and John: "Granny Ruth!"

[Nyarly pauses the game and allows M.J. to join in on the group hug. Granny Ruth is immediately showered with affection by her great grandchildren. Sam and Max come out of the kitchen and greet her as well. Granny Ruth looks over to see M.B.]

Granny Ruth: "Ah, you must be the new Cadet my grandson has been telling me about. Why, it's so good to finally see you, dearie!"

M.B.: "Pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

Granny Ruth: "Oh, please, no need for formalities. You can just call me 'Granny'." *smiles*

[Granny Ruth reaches out for a hug and M.B. accepts it. M.B. has heard so many good things about Granny Ruth from Sam and Max. Amazing things, in fact. So much so that getting permission to just call her 'Granny' felt like the highest of honor. M.B. has family back home, so of course she would never forget them. But at this very moment, M.B. felt like she belonged. Like she was wanted.]

Max: "You're just in time, Granny Ruth! We just finished fixing up dinner. Just head right into the kitchen and help yourselves out!"

[Everyone headed into the kitchen and was greeted to a whole potluck dinner. The entire room smells delicious, making M.B.'s mouth water. After everyone got their plates and their meals, they all sat down together and ate. Soon M.B. learns that Sam and Max's family were anything but "normal." Boisterous laughter erupted as conversations began turning into jokes. M.B. felt more and more comfortable with them, for all of this was very familiar to her. Her own family were full of funny people, especially her uncle. As she was getting really comfortable sitting in silence, watching everyone chat, a question gave her quite the surprise.]

M.J.: "Oh, Miss M.B.! Can you show us your powers after dinner?"

Granny Ruth: "Powers?"

Sam: "The kid has illusionary abilities. She can make things appear out of thin air."

Max: "I think she's some sort of witch or something."

M.J.: "Yeah, she once defended me from a bully once. Come on, Miss M.B.! Please~?"

M.B.: "Oh, uh... sure! Sorry, you just caught me off guard. Wasn't expecting it, that's all. I'll think of something after dinner."

M.J.: "Yay!"

[The spotlight has fallen upon M.B. She always hated stuff like this, having other people ask for her to do or perform something. Despite having an immense interest in theater, she wasn't one to always try to attract attention. Especially when the spotlight is forced upon her. However, this was different - an exception, because how could anyone resist an adorable little bunny in a sweater? When dinner was finished, everyone gathered outside in the backyard as M.B. walks further from them, making the entire lot her stage. She checks her phone for Wi-Fi and searches up some music. M.B. finally picks a song: "Dance with the Dragon" by Dark Sarah. As it begins to play, she focuses in on her powers. The purple and green aura emerges from her hands and evoke a wondrous scene. A decadent ballroom lit with multiple candles where a young lady in a black gown is captured by well-dressed gentleman, who is a dragon in disguise. The lyrics begin to sing.]

Lyrics:

[DRAGON:]

🎶I know why you're here, don't try to escape my dear, you've been naughty I know by trying to steal something of my own🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶I have no idea, why I have been dragged down here...🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶Don't lie!🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶...Nor what you're talking about, and sir there's no reason to shout!🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶And sure there's a reason to shout!🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶I saw the key but didn't steal!🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶You saw the key and tried to steal!🎶 [DRAGON:] I see... What do we have here?

[DARK SARAH:] What?... nothing... [DRAGON:] 🎶Now I know why you're here, you are a mischievous thief,🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶... just can't lie to him...🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶But if you want the key, you need to earn it my my dear!🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶He sees right through me, oh bugger! He just..🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶This is how we treat our guests who are trying to cheat, you need to earn it my dear!🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶...took the only ticket I had, I guess I have to🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶so you will be my rag doll tonight, tonight,🎶

[DARK SARAH:] 🎶see where this leads🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶At the dragon's ball!🎶

[The lady and the Dragon then begin to dance.] [DARK SARAH & DRAGON:] 🎶Take my all, I surrender, surrender! Look at me and the way I ask for forgiveness, kindness and help! Take my all, I surrender, surrender! You/I will die another day, another way🎶 [DARK SARAH:] I think we're done now [DRAGON:] You think so? [DARK SARAH:] ...I have to go! [DRAGON:] 🎶You're not going anywhere!🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶Why are you, making this🎶

[DRAGON:] 🎶You don't know...🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶...Harder than it is?🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶I cry on my own...🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶You have the key,🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶In this lonely place...🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶That you don't even need🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶That is why...🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶You're standing here between me and my life.🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶...I'm standing here between you and your life!🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶...I'm sorry to say...🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶What now?🎶

[DARK SARAH:]

🎶...just get off with your tail!🎶 🎶Hahhah!!!🎶 [DARK SARAH & DRAGON:] 🎶Take my all, I surrender, surrender! Look at me and the way I ask for forgiveness, kindness and help! Take my all, I surrender, surrender! You/I will die another day, another way🎶

[Then M.B. morphs the scene into a beautiful garden. This is the dragon's backstory, where he was once happy. There with him is his bride, who looks very similar to the lady.] [DARK SARAH & DRAGON:] 🎶Nannannannanna, Leoleolelee!🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶May I have this dance?🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶Aaaah!🎶 [DARK SARAH & DRAGON:] 🎶Nannannannanna, Leoleolelee!🎶 [DRAGON:] 🎶I will show you my best moves...🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶Aaaah, you best moves...🎶

[The flashback fades and the scene returns to the present.] [DRAGON:] 🎶... Why don't you?🎶 [DARK SARAH:] 🎶I just need the key, I'm trying to get out of here I know that it's a bad deal And disappointed you must feel But please help me to escape🎶 [DARK SARAH & DRAGON:] 🎶Take my all, I surrender, surrender! Look at me and the way I ask for forgiveness, kindness and help! Take my all, I surrender, surrender! You/I will die another day, another way Look at me and the way I ask for Forgiveness, kindness and help! Take my all, I surrender, surrender! We will die another day, another way... another way...another way...another day...another way...! 🎶

[M.B. ends her illusionary show. The whole family goes into a roaring applauds, cheering at the amazing spectacle.]

M.J.: "THAT WAS AWESOME!!!"

Geek: "Dude!"

Shelley: *happy bat squeaks*

Granny Ruth: "Well I'll be... I've never seen such a wonderful show since I was a little girl. You, dearie, have such a wonderful gift."

M.B.: "Thanks, Granny. Thank you all so very much!"

[Sam leans over and nudges Max.]

Sam: *whispering* "You know, little buddy, she can make quite a difference when it comes to cases."

Max: *whispering back* "You mean like making mushy fairy tales while blasting musical numbers from her phone?"

Sam: "I mean as our Cadet, pinhead! Imagine all the things she could do for the law!"

Max: "I dunno, Sam... is she even prepared to get smacked down by a bunch of hardened criminals? 'Cause she's giving me theater kid vibes, as the youth put it."

[Sam and Max watch as M.B. is surrounded by the rest of the family. M.B. is receiving hugs and pats on the back. She even lifts and hold Shelley in her arms, creating a tiny blue butterfly for her to marvel at. It lands on her nose, tickling her.]

Sam: "Heh... let's find out, shall we?"

#my writing #M.B.#The Cadet's #Cadetsona OC #Self-insert OC #M.J.#Geek #John #Sean and Nyarly #Granny Ruth #Sam and max freelance police #Sam and max freelance husbands #Sam and max this time it's virtual #This Time It's Virtual #Sam and max

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atsumumiya-anon · 4 years ago

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Hm.. let's see

Atsumoo (a classic)

Moo moo boy/little moo moo boy

Cow king (👀)

Wittle bee baby

Beetsumu (this ones iffy for me but still)

Barry miya (I had to)

Milker boy tsumu

Bee king

THE ATSUMU POLLINATOR3000

Honeytsumu

Milkytsumu

Can you tell I kinda started losing ideas there at the end..

my favourite’s gotta be atsumoo cuz doesn’t have “little” or “wittle” or “boy” in it. also bee king an’ cow king are cool too. sounds like i got an army of critters 😎

he’s lyin, he thinks they’re all cute

fer once in yer life, kay, just stop. yeah?

#shortgoofstella #atsumu mail 💌

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homophobicfootmassage · 4 years ago

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✨MAMBERS OF BLOG (UPDATED!!)✨

👉🏻ADMINS👈🏻

❤️Kac (#kac) Made DNDVRAI which is really good you should check it out. Also very fun and funny. Does SO many good YouTube animations also. Seems to like... his friends (irl and online), horse show, art and animation, Chelsea (cat), DND, and Bubby hlvrai!!

❤️Bunny (#bunby) Such a sweet person, genuinely kind and cares so much about so many things. Crazy funny but never in a way that’s mean, you know? Bunny makes plushies so so well!! They like dolls, calico critters, sylvanian families, plushies, Penis Coolatta, and crafts!!!

❤️Rex (#Rex or no tag) We are bros. Rex is like the funniest person in H1LL. a lot of people think he owns it but he doesn’t, Bun does. People think Rex owns it because he’s just THAT powerful. He’s probably the funniest member, his goofs get pinned so often. He’s a monkey and for this I respect him (and you should too!!) He likes women,

❤️Geppy (#geppetto <3) The glue that holds our friend group together. I think if we were in a show, Gep would be the protagonist. They’re good at art, they’re good at sewing, they have a passion for little animals, and they’re one of the funniest people I know. They like birds, sylvanian families and calico critters, LPS, wizards, and lil penis rap.

❤️Kay (#Kay Cringe Comp) this is me!! I like sugar, falling in love, and my friends, but not in that order.

❤️Zach (#Zachy) My cool pal Zach!!! He is a catboy. He has a really really good OC named Proto and SO many good youtoob video. I really care about this guy. I would trust him with my life. His art is so good. He likes cats, Pokémon, Furbies, clowns, his friends, and Benrey!!!

❤️Michael (#michael) baba. Michael is a baby. NOT MAKING FUN OF HIM. HE IS ACTUALLY AN INFANT (real). He likes putting round blocks into round holes in the wooden cube at preschool and doing the animal noises game (VERY good at cow noises). In all seriousness, Michael is my really good friend. He’s smart and funny and his characters all look SO good. He likes Miku, Sonic Hegehoge, rabbits, monsters, his friends, and the color red (like the goth sonic)

👉🏻MEMBERS👈🏻

❤️Ava (#Ava post ava post) ANOTHER pal who’s so so so good at art. Ava Art makes me stim so hard and I’m not even a physical stim type of gal. Ava is in charge of fruit (I do not know what this means) and is “Baja blast” (I do know this. Delishus.) They have a POGGERS music taste (zoomed in on album covers they sent) and they’re overall super rad.

❤️Nuke (no tag) NUKE. Nuke... he makes me feel so safe. I say that so much about him but it’s just like... that’s the best way to describe it. I see his big buff fursona and go “yeah that dude would tackle someone for me” and... I think that’s true friendship. A really genuine and caring person. Loves his friends I think. ALSO SO GOOD AT ART. another fucking. Super talented friend. Can not believe this smhh.

❤️PJ (#pj) I don’t remember who you are but if I let you into the blog it means I love you 💕

❤️Laeli (no tag) A fellow round pink thing. Laeli has the best and most iconic avatar on the server by FAR. He’s wicked funny, but same as bunny, never ever in a mean way. Cares about other people, I think. He likes furbies (so much), hoodie pet™, toys in general I think, his boyfriends, cucky cheese, and funny image and phrases he can send to people as a l*ve language.

I think thereare more members maybe but this is all I knew off the top of my head.

#kay cringe comp #long post

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queenkaywinchester · 5 years ago

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Your Biggest Fan (Part 3)

|| Jensen Ackles x Reader ||

Word Count: 1,484

Warnings: none.

A Note from the Queen: Sorry it’s been soooo long since the last update. Life hit me like a speeding train, and things got ugly. But, since everything is slowly getting back to normal, here I am. Thanks for reading, and for understanding. This series tag list is open.

Your Biggest Fan Master List

Fish weren’t something you ever thought you’d find exciting. But, there you were, standing beside Jensen freaking Ackles staring into the dome of various fish that surrounded you. There were parrot fish, small species of sharks, and some type of eel thing you couldn’t pronounce the name of. Jensen, your personal tour guide, walked up to each plaque and read about each species aloud to you. And, quite honestly, you listened to every fucking word.

It helped that his voice was absolutely delicious.

You followed close behind him, occasionally bumping gently into his side. He didn’t seem to mind that you were standing a little closer than the average person would stand beside someone they barely knew. But, again, it was Jensen Ackles.

“Ooo, jellyfish,” you whispered as the two of you walked into a dimly lit room. You were the only people in the room other than a mother and her son on the other side of the large cylinder of dancing jellyfish.

“I never realized they’re so huge,” Jensen whispered back to you. You stiffened as his breath skated over your ear. You flicked your gaze over to him, catching his emerald eyes as he stared up at the creatures. He followed them as they slowly flowed up the massive enclosure.

“Yeah, I never really thought about it,” you admitted softly. Your eyes ghosted over the pastel pinks and purples of the lights that illuminated the creatures.

After a few minutes, Jensen gently tugged on your arm and lead you into another room. This room was very well lit and was filled with several large, open pools. You studied the bright surroundings and noticed that there were several children and adults at each of the pools, with their arms in the water.Your eyes widened.

“Oh! This is the tactile room! I almost forgot there was one. It’s been a while since I was last here. I think it was for one of Jared’s son’s birthdays.” He slowly approached the closest pool. “We can touch the critters in here.” He pointed to the plaque beside him. “This one is, uh, nurse sharks.”

You stared at him for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable about putting your hands into water with living creatures swimming around. And sharks? No thanks.

But, the smile on Jensen’s face was convincing enough to make you approach the shallow pool. You turned to him, raising an eyebrow as he rolled up the sleeve of his jacket. He grinned widely at you.

“They aren’t going to bite you. Jared and Gen let the kids stick their hands in here like it was nothing. They love coming here when they visit. Plus, they wouldn’t put something out if it was dangerous for anyone.” He tilted his head a little in a silent invitation to stand beside him. You approached tentatively, peering into the rippling water. Yep, those were sharks. Tiny little sharks. They were actually kind of cute.

“You first. No offense, but my fingers are worth more than yours,” you teased, gesturing towards the water. Jensen chuckled, then nodded before slipping his hand slowly into the water. His grin widened as one of the tiny sharks brushed passed his fingers.

“Oh wow, I forgot how slimy they are,” he chuckled as he cringed. You laughed as his face contorted slightly.

“That’s gross.” He shook his head.

“Not really, just weird.” He pulled his hand from the water and shook it off. “C’mon, give it a try. I promise, if one of them bites a finger off, you can have one of mine,” he joked. But, it wasn’t funny. You werenot about to stick your hand into a pool full of mini sharks.

“I’ll take your word for it,” you muttered, taking a step back. Jensen sighed, extending his hand.

“Come on, Y/N. Just try it out. They are actually super cute.” He wiggled his fingers. “We’ll do it together.” His eyes locked on yours as he pouted slightly, making your heart race for just a second. What the hell was that about? Your heart didn’t do that, not when you were talking to a practical stranger.

And, that’s then it hit you. Jensen Ackles was asking for your hand. Sure, it was only to practically force you to pet some really tiny sharks, which was kind of a weird situation altogether. But, he was still asking for it with a smile.

“Fine,” you mumbled as you hesitantly dropped your hand into his. He pulled you a little closer, so you were standing practically flush with him, and very slowly dipped your hands into the water. He laced his fingers loosely with yours and hovered them just below the surface. You reached over with your other hand and pulled up your sleeve, waiting anxiously for the feeling of teeth on your flush.

Instead, there was a smooth, slick fin that bumped against your middle finger. You instantly squeaked and pulled against Jensen’s grasp. But, he held you steady.

“Oh my god, I just touched a baby shark,” You gasped just as another one bumped into your fingertips. “Ah!” You finally pulled away, making Jensen giggle.

“Are all of your fingers still intact?” he asked, stepping back with you. You glared at him, then laughed.

“Yep, all there.”

Jensen nodded. “Great. Sounds like there’s a chance will be another addition to your series then?” You glared over at him.

“Very funny,” you deadpanned. “That’s up to the fans,” you teased, then turned towards the next pool.

Jensen fumbled with his chopsticks, making you laugh. Honestly, it had been a while since you had used a pair too, which is why you ditched your pride and asked for a fork. But, Jensen was just too determined, and stubborn, to give up.

“How the hell do so many people use these on a regular basis?” he grumbled as they scissored in his hand. “I thought I finally got the hang of it last time.”

“Apparently not,” you chuckled as you swirled a bit of chow mein around your fork. “I have another fork here for when you decide to actually start eating, Jensen.” You waved the fork at your side. “By the time you pick up another bite, I’ll be halfway to Seattle.” He rolled his eyes.

“Fine, hand it over.” You slip him the fork, then took a bit. He fiddled with the food in front of him, before shoveling a huge bite into his mouth, followed by a happy grin. “So, when is your flight tomorrow?”

“We’re driving, my agent and I. We leave unreasonably early tomorrow morning.” You twirled your fork, then took another bite. “I have a book signing at one at some cute little family-owned bookshop. It was supposed to be today, but I postponed it.”

“For me?” he asked, pretending to look shocked. You nodded.

“I thought I could use a personal day. I haven’t gotten to many of those lately.” He nodded.

“I get the feeling. I’m back on set tomorrow.” Jensen lowered his glance to his food. “But, I love what I do. And the show, well, everyone on set is like a huge family.” You nodded.

“Yeah. I meet quite a few interesting people at signings and stuff. My agent Marcus, who acts a little more like an assistant and personal therapist, is one of the only people I see regularly though. But, he’s a great support.” You rested your fork down and sighed. “I know a few bookstore owners by now, and several people who work with my publisher. My editor is nice, once she’s had her coffee.” You both laughed.

“What about family? Do you have anyone in L.A.?” You shook your head.

“Mom and Dad are in Vermont, and I see them for big holidays. My sister in a vet in Portland. And, that’s basically it.” You leaned back a little in your chair. “I have several friends from college in L.A., but that’s really it.”

Jensen smiled. “Well, now you have a friend in Vancouver.” You mirrored his expression.

“Thanks, Jensen. It was super sweet of you to give me a tour of the place. I don’t want to say I didn’t expect to have as much fun. But, well, I didn’t expect to have such a personalized tour.” You chuckled. “I never thought petting fish was on my bucket list. And that harbor was spectacular!”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” His cheeks reddened, catching your attention. “You’re welcome to visit anytime you’d like. Like, after your book tour, when you had a little more free time.” He lowered his fork too and wiped his face with his napkin. “I’d love to give you a tour of the set.”

Your eyes widened. The set? The set of Supernatural?

“I’d love that Jensen,” you whispered, letting the events of the last eight hours set in. “That would be awesome.

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Dec 18 Dancitron Movie Night - Rugrats: Chanukah and An American Tail

Prowl ignored all of the above, due to the fact that it was not about Odo.

Instead, he spent the whole movie fretting over the horrible position the Leaguers are in on Earth. Unfortunately, out of him, “fretting over” translates into “vaguely threateningly offering to help.”

ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm *Soundwave moves quickly, lifting furniture with his hands and arranging the usual stashes of snacks and free cubes for the guests with his feelers. One takes a break to snap his visor back on, but other than that, it's work work work for several minutes to make sure all is in place.*

*And yes, that means moving the couch while Prowl is still on it.* FakeProwl 8:21 pm *He's very good and won't wiggle an inch *while his couch is moving. Definitely Not Shockwave 8:21 pm *It appears that he has arrived just in time to barely glimpse Soundwave putting his finishing touches upon the area. Excellent.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm *Soundwave nods to Sh... to Longarm. Yes. Preserve the illusion. Then to Ace and Bull as he comes in.* FakeProwl 8:24 pm *Hey, check out this brand new guest Prowl's never seen before who definitely isn't Shockwave at all.* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:24 pm *Returning the nod, "Longarm." extends a limb to yoink a small snack from one of the tables, and takes a seat that looks comfortable. Magnum Ace 8:25 pm -waves back before going back to climbing up the table- FakeProwl 8:25 pm *He appears to be an Autobot, how nice.* Swoop 8:25 pm *scampers indoors* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:25 pm *He can't help but notice the overwhelming number of fellow autobots here, himself.* Bull 8:25 pm *offers his own wave as he follows Magnum to their normal spot* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm *He must find a way to temporarily get some Earth atmosphere in here so he can host these humans for a weekend's operation.* Swoop 8:26 pm *watches the screen for a few seconds, giggling, then returns to his previously scheduled scampering* Bird? Bird! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm *Right on cue.* {{Bird here. You not screaming please.}} *Soundwave parks himself back on the couch at last, satisfied with the room.* Magnum Ace 8:27 pm -Sounds fun- Swoop 8:27 pm *hurries over* Hi Bird! Kehehhe. Me Swoop not screeeeamming. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm {{Good. Bird got head hurting.}} Swoop 8:27 pm !!! *leans close* Why hurting? Bevel 8:28 pm *oh hey someone new* Magnum Ace 8:28 pm -plops self on tabletop once he gets up there- Definitely Not Shockwave 8:28 pm *Longarm, who is still definitely not shockwave, briefly makes eye contact with Bevel.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm {{It Bird job trading stores with Frenzy. All. DAY.}} ((FIVE MINUTES grab your snacks)) Swoop 8:29 pm *pats Bird's back* Frenzy yelly bot keheh Bevel 8:29 pm *makes eye contact back, grins and waves* My name is Bevel. What is yours? Swoop 8:29 pm *is ATTEMPTING to control his volume* *cannot control the pitch of his baby voice or all the voice cracks tho* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:31 pm A-ah. Longarm. *He grins back, though the expression is ridiculously stiff.* Come here often? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm ((warnings: cute 90s nicktoons babies telling old stories, representations of unpleasant real life history through cartoon critters, some flashing during american tail, and tbh i didn't get to finish reviewing so i don't know beyond that)) Bevel 8:32 pm Most of the time, yeah. Soundwave *motions to him* shows lots of movies and other Earth stuff. Definitely Not Shockwave 8:34 pm I see. I was familiar with the existence of these gatherings, but...Why Earth media, in particular? Not that I doubt our host's ability to choose something properly entertaining for the occasion, haha. Bevel 8:34 pm I... *looks at Soundwave for help* FakeProwl 8:34 pm *Sorta sideways-watching the new guest from across the room.* Swoop 8:35 pm *scoops Bird up* You BIrd want go quiet time? Magnum Ace 8:35 pm What's wrong with Earth media? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm [[Because he finds that most mechs became familiar with the planet at one time or another.]] *And because the humans haven't figured out how to detect interstellar signal snatching, but he won't say that where Prowl can hear it.* Bevel 8:36 pm What Soundwave said. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm {{No, no. Bird stay. Bird want cartoons, yes.}} Swoop 8:36 pm Kay Bull 8:37 pm *looks to Magnum* I can kind of understand why he's asking. We're use to human made media; they're not, sometimes. Swoop 8:37 pm *uses his feetsies to grab as many pillows and toss them in a pile while holding onto BIrd, once he's successfully created a Dinobot worthy pile, he sets her on top* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:37 pm *His posture straightens up a bit while listening.* That....Is fair. *He nods and leans back into his seat.* FakeProwl 8:37 pm *... Whatever this is, it isn't about Odo, and Prowl is therefore automatically no longer invested in it. It's going to have an uphill battle winning him over.* Magnum Ace 8:37 pm ...fair ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm *Laserbeak preens a little before cringing a bit at the horns. She'll turn her audios down.* Swoop 8:38 pm ((omg I haven't seen this in AGES, such nostalgia)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[...He was not aware that human spawn required six fathers.]] Definitely Not Shockwave 8:39 pm I don't have anything against it, per sae, but I am not much a fan of the- uh- scientific inaccuracies in their pictures. The Nebulons do better better work, in my opinion. Bevel 8:39 pm That is a lot of fathers. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[He prefers the Eurythmans' work, himself.]] Magnum Ace 8:39 pm .... they don't Bull 8:40 pm *is more than a little confused of what is being shown today* Swoop 8:40 pm *goes and grabs a massive amount of treats, as you do, before returning to sit at the bottom of pillow mountain* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:40 pm *Soundwave was in a War Stories mood.* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:41 pm *He nods to Soundwave gently again.* FakeProwl 8:41 pm ... Nebulons write dull mysteries, though. Swoop 8:41 pm *sticks one of the bigger goodies with his claw and holds it up for Bird* Whirl 8:41 pm ((d. does anyone else see a heart next to whirl's name)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm ((yes it's a New Thing)) Whirl 8:41 pm (9what happened. why does he have a heart)) Definitely Not Shockwave 8:41 pm *He....Has decided to completely ignore the movie. The art style is too distasteful (Also the mun's screen isn't showing any gotdamn video)* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm *Bird quietly noms the treat.*

((aaaaah no 😧 restart?)) Bull 8:42 pm ((Not sure; I changed mine to Cheers)) Swoop 8:42 pm ((these subtitles are WAY off)) Definitely Not Shockwave 8:42 pm (Hhhrrk. Alright, I'll brb.) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm ((as a caption person, it is driving me bananas, but we use what we must)) Whirl 8:42 pm ((Whirl's gonna keep his heart)) Swoop 8:43 pm CHAnukah kehehhh Whirl 8:43 pm *slooowly creeps in and makes his way to his usual table* Bevel 8:43 pm *waves to Whirl* Whirl 8:43 pm *bobs his head in greeting* Magnum Ace 8:43 pm .... Bull 8:44 pm .... Swoop 8:44 pm *explodes laughing then immediately slaps a hand over his mouth* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm *Bird whispers.* {{It Wheeljack.}} Swoop 8:44 pm *muffled* wheeljack Magnum Ace 8:44 pm He remind you of someone? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm {{Him Autobot inventor-grenadier.}} Bull 8:45 pm .... please, no.... Swoop 8:45 pm Him Wheeljack build Us Dinobots! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm [[...This reminds him. You were going to tell him about Segal.]] Magnum Ace 8:45 pm ............. Bull 8:46 pm ....... *looks to Magnum* Magnum Ace 8:46 pm ...he's a human we had a run in with. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm [["Run-in"?]] Bull 8:47 pm on more than a few occassions Magnum Ace 8:47 pm And some of the leaguers he had built Bevel 8:48 pm ((*cackles* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm ((this is so much better as an adult)) Bull 8:48 pm .... *does not like to bring'them' up* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:48 pm (( Oh Thank god the video works.) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm [[Did they cause you any harm?]] Magnum Ace 8:49 pm ................... Swoop 8:49 pm That sword not sharp enough It bad for stabbing *glances up at Bird* *offers more treats* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:49 pm ...Remind me, are these supposed to be humans? Bull 8:49 pm .... *keeps his mouth shut* Bevel 8:49 pm I bet it is paper. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm {{Them humans. Tiny humans.}} Swoop 8:50 pm Tiny Bird better : > *pets* Definitely Not Shockwave 8:50 pm Tiny....Humans. Hm. Magnum Ace 8:51 pm They...did cause some injuries... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm *Soundwave gently prods Prowl. Did you hear that?* Magnum Ace 8:52 pm -if by injuries you mean 'almost killed on several different occasions'- Swoop 8:52 pm ((omg I remember this being funny and it is so much better than I recalled)) FakeProwl 8:53 pm *Tiny nod. He's listening.* Bevel 8:53 pm ((being an adult and watching this is so much better Whirl 8:54 pm *gets properly settled in* Swoop 8:54 pm *doesn't know where Bird's audios are, covers them anyway, best guesses* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm [[Such as? Did they come after you with the game equipment?]] Definitely Not Shockwave 8:54 pm *He finds the crying child obnoxious...And it shows.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm *She is so. grateful.* Bull 8:54 pm Ummm, well.... Magnum Ace 8:54 pm The ones Segal had built? Not...exactly? FakeProwl 8:55 pm ... Then what did they do? Swoop 8:55 pm *IS HELPING* <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 Magnum Ace 8:56 pm Nothing that wasn't legal -in the games. Now, the strays on the other hand...- Bull 8:57 pm considering 'everything' is or was legal Magnum Ace 8:57 pm -nudges Bull- Bull 8:57 pm *sorry* FakeProwl 8:58 pm The specifics, not whether or not it was legal. Swoop 9:00 pm *sets his chin on a pillow and pets down BIrd's back* *other than the pillow theft, he is doing his absolute best to behave* Whirl 9:01 pm *leans back and props his feet up on his table* Definitely Not Shockwave 9:01 pm *Something softly beeps on his person, and he stands up immediately.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Soundwave spots Whirl and nods. Greetings.* Magnum Ace 9:01 pm -crap- ...electrocution Swoop 9:01 pm ((man there is some SERIOUS nostalgia lined up tonight 😀 )) Whirl 9:01 pm *bobs his head back* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Bird appreciates the Well-Behaved Swoop.* Definitely Not Shockwave 9:01 pm *He grabs another handful of snacks from the table, and begins making his way out as discreetly as possible.* Swoop 9:02 pm *would make high pitched noises if Bird said she appreciated something he's doing so it's best she just keeps that to herself and doesn't jinx it* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm *Nice try, Longarm. One feeler will wave a good-bye.* Bevel 9:02 pm *waves goodbye as well* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:02 pm *Laserbeak's got one eye on the snack table, as always. Nobody goes there without her noticing.* FakeProwl 9:02 pm *tips head up slightly.* ... And he gave them the order to do so? Definitely Not Shockwave 9:03 pm *He pauses at the doorway, and supposes that there wasn't much of a way that he was going to get away with that without anyone noticing. He waves back and makes his way out.* Magnum Ace 9:03 pm ...he...he did... Definitely Not Shockwave 9:03 pm (Wish I had more time to stay, but my roommate is going to kick my ass if I don't go to bed before 11.) Magnum Ace 9:03 pm -can he sink into the table now?- FakeProwl 9:03 pm ... And where is this Seagull now? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm ((all righty! thank you for coming! get some rest 😃 )) Magnum Ace 9:04 pm Segal no longer deals with leaguers, thankfully. Bull 9:04 pm He went back to his movie career *and he can stay there* Magnum Ace 9:05 pm -there is no room for his pompous butt in sports- Swoop 9:05 pm Me Swoop from America Oregon ItsyBitsySpyers 9:05 pm {{Your floor got bread crumbs?}} FakeProwl 9:05 pm Does he deal with any mecha in the movie business? Bull 9:05 pm *or anywhere else* Swoop 9:05 pm Got lot of dirt keheh Magnum Ace 9:06 pm ...we don't think so. I think we'd hear about it if he did. Whirl 9:07 pm Pfft. That's an interesting noise for a cat to make. FakeProwl 9:07 pm I wouldn't be too sure. Bull 9:07 pm *doubts any Leaguer or Leaguer build would ever want to be in the movies with Segal* Whirl 9:07 pm Well, a small one, anyway. FakeProwl 9:07 pm *from what Prowl's heard of their society, doubts they may have a choice.* Magnum Ace 9:07 pm -well, he wasn't /wrong/ about that- ...right... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm *Ravage slinks downstairs.*

=What noise.= Swoop 9:08 pm This bad movie for Ravage keh Bevel 9:09 pm *giggles* Whirl 9:09 pm *clicks his claw at Ravage and imitates the deep-throated snarling the cats were making earlier* One second, one second. lemme get my engine in it-- *does it again, this time with a good rev of his flight engine, which completes the "stock-sound" effect* FakeProwl 9:10 pm *Glances at Soundwave.* I'm sure it would be quite easy to confirm whether or not he's got any mecha to exploit, and to get them out of his hands. Magnum Ace 9:10 pm ...not...not really. If he has them...they're...kinda his Bull 9:10 pm *Bull looks a little unnerved at what Prowl is suggesting* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm *Ravage flattens his ears back a lil bit.*

=...No. Too loud, hm? More...= *Draws himself up, resets his vocalizer in a burst of static, and... meoooowwww.* Whirl 9:11 pm *SNICKERS* Ravage. Ravage. That was adorable. Magnum Ace 9:11 pm Some wouldn't want to leave, either ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm *Soundwave glances back.*

[[If we knew who to look for.]] FakeProwl 9:11 pm *a very, very unfriendly smile.* You say that like you think we can't take them away from him. Magnum Ace 9:11 pm That's a bad idea Bull 9:11 pm You can't if they don't want to. Whirl 9:11 pm Lemme try--*and now he's tentatively meowing back, perfecting his technique* FakeProwl 9:11 pm ... I'm sure it would also be quite easy to dig up anybody /else/ he's exploiting and ensure the authorities receive the proper information, hm? *To Soundwave, again.* Magnum Ace 9:12 pm No No, no, that's a really bad idea Bull 9:12 pm That won't work either... and just cause more trouble FakeProwl 9:12 pm Persuade me. Bull 9:12 pm .... Magnum Ace 9:12 pm He's the son of Dark Foundation FakeProwl 9:12 pm *He's all audials.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm *Ravage pats the floor in applause.*

=Passable, for a biped.= Magnum Ace 9:13 pm One of the largest and more influential foundations out there Whirl 9:13 pm *sits up straight so he can bow* FakeProwl 9:13 pm Ah. More targets. Magnum Ace 9:13 pm No! If you take out them, someone else will take their place! FakeProwl 9:14 pm Ah. /More/ targets. Bull 9:14 pm Not when they are legally not doing anything Illegal! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm [[One moment, one moment.]] Magnum Ace 9:14 pm Someone who wouldn't think twice about taking out all of Silver Castle Bull 9:15 pm *Bull is getting steadily more unnerved and the conversation* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm [[Let us slow down. You said the Dark Foundation was one of the largest and most influential. Why is this? What do they do? What do they affect?]] Magnum Ace 9:15 pm No. You're going to get us deactivated ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm [[Calm down. He is only attempting to understand. He has not agreed to do anything.]] Bull 9:16 pm They effect the world's economy, on more than one level. Magnum Ace 9:17 pm They're the ones in charge of supplying mechs to gather materials from other worlds Swoop 9:18 pm what water monster is? Bevel 9:18 pm Ocean? Whirl 9:18 pm Well, that was clearly an ocean monster. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[Ah. So disrupting their business could upset the flow of vital trades and offworld materials in your world. These *are* vital materials? He assumes they would not hold such influence otherwise.]] FakeProwl 9:19 pm Nor have I agreed to do anything. Let me assure you—none of us are going to do anything until we're confident /and/ you're confident that it's not going to get you all killed. But you're in an intolerable situation, and we DO have the resources to change that. Magnum Ace 9:19 pm They are. Most of the material Earth needs comes from them And we're not...we're fine where we are Bull 9:20 pm And we are /not/ in an intolerable situation. FakeProwl 9:20 pm ... Mhmm. Electrocution, did you say? Magnum Ace 9:20 pm ........ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm {{Bird want funny hat.}} {{Maybe bow. It nice.}} Magnum Ace 9:21 pm It's becoming illegal to do that in sports now. FakeProwl 9:21 pm And I was showed a most intriguing video of a pitcher executing one batter after another with overpowered pitches. Swoop 9:21 pm *giggles with a hand over his mouth* You Bird do hat and bow for Dancitron, huh? Magnum Ace 9:21 pm If you mean Gold Arm, he doesn't do that anymore ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm {{Bird sing fancy song if got.}} Bull 9:22 pm I don't think anyone will miss those pitches. Magnum Ace 9:22 pm No, and he's better off without them now Swoop 9:23 pm *giggles and bounces a little* ((why do the birds have cleavage)) Whirl 9:23 pm ((because Don Bluth)) Bevel 9:24 pm ((Henri has them too tho? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm ((you've heard of chicken breasts aintcha)) Bevel 9:24 pm *trying to pay attention to what's going on over by Soundwave and also the movie* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm [[It pleases him to know that someone is working on making it illegal. Do you think it will face much opposition?]] Magnum Ace 9:26 pm ....it probably depends on the team, but it shouldn't. Dark is also one of the ones that picked it up ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm [[...They are making their own process illegal?]] FakeProwl 9:26 pm Yes, you mentioned they're reforming. /Slowly./ Bull 9:27 pm *Never thought he'd see Giroti reform, but is happy about the change* Magnum Ace 9:27 pm It's...yes they are, and just because it isn't fast doesn't mean it isn't being done ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm [[That is odd. He wonders what they plan to do without their mechs.]] FakeProwl 9:30 pm Don't get ahead of yourself, Soundwave, he didn't mention outlawing slavery. Did you? Bull 9:30 pm They're not gone. Gold Arm and his brothers are getting ready for next season. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *He isn't getting ahead of himself, don't worry. Just hoping they'd correct him themselves.* Magnum Ace 9:31 pm ..... FakeProwl 9:31 pm *Prowl knows. He's helping ensure it's pushed that direction.* *It's harder for them to dodge the implication when it's turned into a direct question.* Bull 9:32 pm ..... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm *Ravage crosses his paws. This one is resourceful, for a mouse. How long can he survive?* Magnum Ace 9:33 pm -there is no good way out of this- Bull 9:33 pm *nope...* Magnum Ace 9:34 pm -he's going to try- Bull 9:34 pm *good luck* Magnum Ace 9:34 pm We do have options Swoop 9:35 pm *has no idea what he's even watching* FakeProwl 9:36 pm Right, yes. You mentioned. Military conscription being primary among them, yes? Swoop 9:36 pm *gets up to get some drinks to go with the pile of goodies* *cause what even was that* Magnum Ace 9:36 pm ............. Bull 9:36 pm *Bull tenses* Magnum Ace 9:36 pm No, that's not... ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm =THAT is a cat?= Whirl 9:36 pm Apparently. Magnum Ace 9:37 pm It's why some leaguers vanish, not because they wanted to ItsyBitsySpyers 9:37 pm *Looks and sounds like a bunch of dogs to him. All that graceless scrambling and horrible breath and grating growling.* FakeProwl 9:37 pm So. Please, permit me to summarize. Whirl 9:37 pm *see that's how Whirl would describe Seekers* Bull 9:38 pm *please no* Magnum Ace 9:38 pm -oh no- Bull 9:38 pm *Bull's horns sink back slowly* Swoop 9:39 pm *comes back with two equal size cubes of energon, offers one to Bird* FakeProwl 9:39 pm Most of you are enslaved and perform for the entertainment of humans. The fact that they are making this entertainment less brutal does not change the fact that you are still enslaved and still perform. A very small number of you manage to get out, where you have very few rights and very few job options. And there's still a considerable probability that you'll randomly disappear and be sent off to fight in another species's wars. Magnum Ace 9:39 pm -sinking in his seat now- Swoop 9:39 pm Wawwy FakeProwl 9:40 pm And so, I have a question. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:40 pm *She scoops the cube up and just. sticks the whole bottom half of her face in.* Bull 9:40 pm *Bull wants to disappear* Magnum Ace 9:40 pm -same for him- FakeProwl 9:41 pm What good does it do you—or any of your friends and loved ones trapped with you—to claim the situation is tolerable and to try to hide how bad it is? Will you, somehow, stop being slaves if you dodge questions about whether or not you're enslaved? Swoop 9:42 pm *can't NOT giggle at that* Bird soup Bull 9:42 pm Things are different for us... We're trying to change it for all other Leaguers Magnum Ace 9:42 pm Because we're not going to leave it like that Windchill 9:43 pm *Is here conveniently after a song is over.* Magnum Ace 9:44 pm None of us are, and just because the change isn't big, we're still making it, and we can't do that if what change or allies we've got are taken away Windchill 9:45 pm *Isn't sure what he walked into, but he's going to find a seat.* Magnum Ace 9:45 pm We know it's a bad situation, but it's tolerable because we can make a change for the better, not because it's a good situation Whirl 9:45 pm *bobs his head in greeting* Windchill 9:46 pm *Waves.* Swoop 9:46 pm *snuggles into the side of Mt. Pillow* Windchill 9:47 pm ...Their plan is witchcraft? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm *Bird pushes the now-empty cube away and pats Swoop's forehead with a feeler.*

*Good minion.* Windchill 9:48 pm *He doesn't bother to follow along, honestly.* Swoop 9:48 pm *peeps* FakeProwl 9:48 pm So you're trying to change it. You don't think you might benefit from some allies who have fought the same fights before? Windchill 9:49 pm *POINTS* Bugs. *Lowers his hand. Wow.* Whirl 9:51 pm ((clearly he's never met archy)) Swoop 9:53 pm *snickers at the "secret weapon"* Windchill 9:54 pm It's so fat. Swoop 9:55 pm him not a tiiiiiiiiiiiger Windchill 9:56 pm *Racist mouse alert.* Magnum Ace 9:56 pm Well, what do you mean? I thought you didn't want me to tell the humans you guys existed Windchill 9:57 pm *turns off his audio receptors.* FakeProwl 9:57 pm You don't have to tell them for us to help. There's plenty we can do from behind the scenes. Bull 9:58 pm Like what? *Bull looks at Prowl warily* Whirl 9:58 pm *has completely zoned out by this point; he's long since shifted his posture and laid his head on his crossed arms. He's out* Ali 9:59 pm ((OK I can use it on my phone so I can't change anything but it works.)) ((this is Ali/Crosscut btw.)) FakeProwl 9:59 pm For example—as I was mentioning earlier, this... Seagull human. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm ((welcome!)) Windchill 10:01 pm *Smacks his lips grossly.* Magnum Ace 10:01 pm He's left us alone FakeProwl 10:01 pm Then if he has somehow magically reformed, consider this an example that we don't need to pursue. Ali 10:01 pm -comes in and takes a seat.- Sorry I'm late, quite late by the look of it. FakeProwl 10:01 pm If he abuses one population that's lower on the social ladder than him—the leaguers—then it is nearly guaranteed that he abuses other populations that are lower than him. And if he abuses other people—humans that have less power than him—then there's evidence of it. Magnum Ace 10:01 pm ...all right FakeProwl 10:01 pm And if there's evidence of it, we can find it. Swoop 10:02 pm *perks up at fire* Magnum Ace 10:02 pm ...really? Windchill 10:02 pm *Turns his ears back on.* FakeProwl 10:03 pm If the things we catch him doing are deplorable, but legal, we get an anonymous source to the media. His name is ruined, he loses some business. How much depends on how bad it is and how slow the media day is. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm {{It okay. Late better than nothing, heh.}} Swoop 10:03 pm *bursts out laughing, then slaps both hands over his mouth to muffle it, glancing between Bird and the screen* Bull 10:04 pm Just don't do anything to which can tie back to any team... That would do more damage than you could know. Ali 10:04 pm I see you all are taking interest in earth's art of animation. It's fairly interesting the lengths they go for entertainments sake on that planet. FakeProwl 10:04 pm If the things we catch him doing are NOT legal... we get an anonymous source to the police instead, AND to the media, to make it a little harder for his family to make the scandal go away. Best case scenario, he goes to jail. Worst case scenario, he and his family still waste a great deal of time and money getting him out of trouble, time and money they can't spend on other things—like trying to fight a legal battle designed to keep you enslaved. Windchill 10:04 pm *Rests his chin in his hand.* FakeProwl 10:05 pm Now, if, as you say, he's now completely unimportant, we don't need to do any of that. As I said, it's just an example. Windchill 10:05 pm Cats can swim. FakeProwl 10:05 pm But it's well within our resources. And no need to tie it back to Silver Castle. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm {{Bird likes plan. You Swoop can do?}}

*Soundwave internally notes that politicians can also be bribed... and since plenty of them are corrupt as a matter of course, a few carefully blackmailed.* Swoop 10:05 pm What plan? Fireworks? Keheh. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *A little filth to get some cleaner legislation. A taste of the old days.* Windchill 10:06 pm *Points.* Horses. Magnum Ace 10:06 pm ...yeah...I... -wasn't prepared for this. At all- FakeProwl 10:07 pm A decision doesn't need to be made right now. But you can consider it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:07 pm {{Bird like Earth cartoons, yes. Them make animals sing lots.}} Magnum Ace 10:08 pm -he hopes Soundwave doesn't mind the internal screaming- Bull 10:08 pm *Bull will stay far away from any unpleasant media stories; has had enough of that for a lifetime* Swoop 10:08 pm Us watch more music cartoon then! : > Magnum Ace 10:08 pm -because he wasn't made for this- ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm *It's nothing Soundwave isn't used to.*

{{Firework, roll on cart, chase.}} Swoop 10:09 pm Us do that too! Magnum Ace 10:10 pm -good, because he's got no idea what he's doing now- Ali 10:10 pm ((Pfft Dawn Bluth faces are so wrinkley and cute)) Swoop 10:10 pm Bird Magnum Ace 10:10 pm -pats Bull, though. He knows about bad media on the football leaguer's part- Windchill 10:12 pm *He's gonna doze for the rest of the film, probably.* Magnum Ace 10:12 pm I'll talk to the rest of the team about this. Whirl 10:12 pm *join Whirl in napland* Bull 10:12 pm I don't know how they'll react... Windchill 10:12 pm *Consider urself joined.* Magnum Ace 10:13 pm -sighs- We can worry about that later, Bull ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm [[If there are emergencies in the meantime, contact him. He will find a way to secure you and hide you here.]]

*They're small enough to fit in at the minicon complex, and it's close enough he can watch it for intruders without difficulty* Magnum Ace 10:15 pm We'll keep that in mind. FakeProwl 10:16 pm They'll certainly have a hard time reaching you on a planet they've never heard of before in a separate universe. Magnum Ace 10:16 pm The worst has only been a few anons making things weird, though Bull 10:16 pm Though we wouldn't be able to leave without the humans of our team. If we're in danger, so would they. Swoop 10:16 pm Bird Ali 10:17 pm ((Yeah what's going on in our tumblr universe anyhow? I've been gone for what seems like a long time and skype doesn't work for me anymore so I've only been on discord )) Bull 10:17 pm *knows Ryuken would never leave without Ruri* Ali 10:17 pm ((anything of note I missed?)) FakeProwl 10:17 pm ((not really. prowl's finally about to get free tho ;v;)) Windchill 10:17 pm *Peeks one eye open.* Bevel 10:17 pm ((yay freedom FakeProwl 10:17 pm ((we haven't been having much in the way of Group Plots, everyone's off doing their private plots.)) Magnum Ace 10:18 pm -Ryuken and the rest of the original Silver Castle aren't leaving her- FakeProwl 10:18 pm ... *glances at Soundwave* If they need to bring some humans along—the Lost Light is still filtering its atmosphere for human residents. Bevel 10:18 pm *fiddles with a few treats she hasn't eaten* Ali 10:18 pm (((ooooh! no more jail for Prowl?)) FakeProwl 10:18 pm But it would be better if we can arrange a safehouse for them that doesn't require involving a separate crew. ((Sorta. The Constructicons are going free with curfew; Prowl's /technically/ going to stay locked up, but his avatar's going to get a lot more liberties to go anywhere/do anything, instead of just sneaking out to one or two secret locations.)) ((So, for practical purposes, no more jail.)) Magnum Ace 10:20 pm -just glad they didn't dig any further- Ali 10:21 pm ((Eh better than nothing ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm [[We have no fleshling-safe areas here.]] *Tap. Tap.* [[He supposes he could speak to our Autobots about their organics. Find arrangements.]] *It'll cost him, but he'll worry about it if it comes to that. The Leaguers can't be allowed to sacrifice themselves for the organics who have put them in this position.* Bull 10:21 pm *ssshhhhhhhh* Swoop 10:21 pm *giggles* Bird Bevel 10:21 pm Soundwave, the greenhouse. Ali 10:21 pm Maybe we can finally plan that double date with him, Soundwave and Hoist.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm {{What?}} Magnum Ace 10:21 pm -it wasn't out loud, he's fine. Right?- FakeProwl 10:21 pm ((yeees)) Swoop 10:21 pm Me Swoop love You : > Bull 10:21 pm *hopefully* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm [[Your creator would spit rivets if he asked to host them in the greenhouse.]] [[They would eat his collection. That is what organics do.]] FakeProwl 10:22 pm If any humans /do/ come here, unfortunately, they can't be given much information about the planet. CERTAINLY nothing about its location or about our bridge technology. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm {{You Swoop shh. Bird headache.}} *Convenient, no?* Swoop 10:22 pm Kay Bevel 10:23 pm The carnivorous ones might eat them I guess. *thinks* Swoop 10:23 pm *lays back down on Mt. Pillow* Magnum Ace 10:23 pm :: Don't jinx it, Bull :: Whirl 10:23 pm *blinks awake and streeetches with his claws directly out in front of him like cat* Swoop 10:23 pm :V ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm ((and yeeees the double date)) FakeProwl 10:23 pm *"your creator" = must be Ratchet, the other one's dead. Greenhouse, huh?* You don't need to get greenhouse access, you could just find out what equipment is used to maintain its environment. Surely you've got something you could trade her for the information. Windchill 10:24 pm *Watches Whirl with one eye.* Bull 10:24 pm :: My lips are sealed. :: Windchill 10:24 pm Whirl! You're not...dead. FakeProwl 10:24 pm ... Or perhaps I could get something. Plants, yes? Windchill 10:24 pm *Grumbles in disappointment.* Whirl 10:24 pm Not yet. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:24 pm *Ravage slooooowly reaches out a paw like he's gonna bap The Claw* [[Plants.]] Whirl 10:24 pm You'll know when I'm dead, SOMEONE'S bound to throw a huge party. Windchill 10:25 pm Yeah. It'll be me. Bevel 10:25 pm I can ask if she would trade! Magnum Ace 10:25 pm :: ...hopefully the rest of the team takes it better than we did. :: FakeProwl 10:25 pm Hm. I might be able to get something from Quark... Whirl 10:26 pm *nods solemnly; it's what he would want, and then looks very sharpll at Ravage and the creeping paw* What? Bull 10:26 pm :: Somehow I doubt it, for most. Especially Top Joy and Windy. :: ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm *Ravage swats an invisible something in the air instead.* =Ferrous fly. He got it.= Ali 10:26 pm -leans back in his seat and watches the conversations go on- Magnum Ace 10:26 pm :: Ryuken is not going to want anything to do with it :: Swoop 10:27 pm *doesn't want to leave Bird but doesn't know what else to do so..... he is just going to go to sleep now, have fun dealing with him later, Soundwave/Bird* Windchill 10:27 pm *At least the music choice is tolerable.* Whirl 10:27 pm Oh. Right. Damn, am I that stinky? *makes a show of sniffing himself* Magnum Ace 10:27 pm :: Especially since it might involve being separated from Owner. :: Bull 10:27 pm :: Silkie is going to go 'mother-hen' over Carl and the others. :: ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[Ratchet and Quark together should produce more than enough data.]]

*Bird will try to lift Swoop outside later and enlist the twins when that doesn't work. Swoop will probably be posed funny on a rock somewhere.* Swoop 10:28 pm *as you do* ((night)) FakeProwl 10:28 pm I meant for a plant to trade. Magnum Ace 10:28 pm :: Oh...Silky is going to kill us. :: ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm ((night)) FakeProwl 10:28 pm ... Although I wouldn't be able to pick it up from Quark. *glances at Soundwave* And I'd rather not stick you in that situation. Bull 10:28 pm :: GZ might beat him to it. :: Windchill 10:28 pm *Leans over to sniff Whirl, too.* Ali 10:29 pm ((Soundwave, we're we gonna continue our thread with cc and rumble btw?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 10:29 pm *Points to Bevel.* [[Send her. It is her creator's trade.]] ((sure! it'll be a couple days cause i'm trying to finish some last minute cram stuff but then yes o7)) Magnum Ace 10:29 pm :: ...we're going to need a running start for this news :: Bevel 10:29 pm *perks up at the prospect of being helpful* FakeProwl 10:29 pm ... Hm. Windchill 10:29 pm *Ears perk.* Bull 10:30 pm :: I'll ask Meckel to hide his pucks... both kinds. :: ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm =Not stinky.= *Ravage edges forward to sniff Whirl.* =But you have a smell.= FakeProwl 10:30 pm *looks at Bevel and hears "Blurr is really fun to hang out with when he isn’t killing bots".* Whirl 10:30 pm *patiently allows the smellening from these two* Magnum Ace 10:30 pm :: And how are we supposed to keep ahead of Windy? :: ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm *Sniff. Sniff. SNIIIIIFFFFFF.*

=Smells like Whirl.= Bevel 10:31 pm *sorry prowl it's her seeing the good in everyone whoops* Bull 10:31 pm :: I'm not the one who needs to worry about him the most. He's gonna gun immediately to you. :: Windchill 10:31 pm *Sniffs really hard.* Ali 10:31 pm such a good music video Windchill 10:31 pm *He's really getting into all of this sniffing.* Smells gross. Magnum Ace 10:31 pm :: /thanks/ :: Whirl 10:31 pm I know. Remember who you're talking to. *taps the side of his helm* ... *the sniffing is intensifying* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm [[...He would not recommend sending her as you, though. She has heard too many details as it is.]] Whirl 10:31 pm What're you two up to? *peers* Windchill 10:32 pm *Sniffs.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm *Bobbing. He ended up finding that amusing after the annoyance at being imitated faded.* Bull 10:32 pm :: You're over looking the one who we both need to fear the most... Owner... :: Magnum Ace 10:32 pm :: We're not telling her. Not right now. :: Bevel 10:32 pm I do not think I could act like Prowl even if I wanted to. FakeProwl 10:32 pm *"Seeing the good in" shouldn't mean "ignoring the evil in."* *Disgusted look* I would never. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm =Testing ripeness.= Magnum Ace 10:33 pm :: She will not take this well. At all :: Bull 10:33 pm :: Like /last time/? If Top Joy knows, she'll know in a heartbeat. :: Whirl 10:33 pm *snorts* I'm not ready for the dinner table YET. All right, get your last sniffs in, you two, cos I'm out. Windchill 10:34 pm *Sniffs so hard he snorts.* Magnum Ace 10:34 pm :: If I have to deal with Windy, you can talk to Owner. :: Bevel 10:34 pm *yeah probably but confrontation that doesn't involve swords to faces is hard* Bull 10:34 pm :: ...You're evil, you know that? :: ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm *Ravage loses his seriousness at the snort and sits back to laugh.* Magnum Ace 10:35 pm :: I'm just choosing my battles :: Windchill 10:35 pm *Makes a face; now the Whirl smell is caught in the back of his throat.* Ali 10:36 pm -attempt to approach Prowl and get his attention without touching- It's good to see you again, it's been a while. Bull 10:36 pm :: And I feel like I'm on the losing end. :: Whirl 10:36 pm *good luck getting THAT out of your system* Windchill 10:36 pm *You assume he wants to.* Whirl 10:36 pm G'night you losers. *salutes* Back to my lordly mountain abode. Magnum Ace 10:36 pm :: Good luck. I'll probably be on the other end of the city when you're talking to her :: Windchill 10:36 pm *The face evolves to overacted gagging.* FakeProwl 10:36 pm *glances up.* Ah. Crosscut. It has, yes. Windchill 10:36 pm *Recovers miraculously.* Bevel 10:37 pm *salutes back at Whirl* Windchill 10:37 pm Bye, sucker. Bull 10:37 pm :: I'll get Jurota to track you down. :: FakeProwl 10:37 pm How are you? Settling in on Cybertron? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm [[Goodnight, Whirl.]] Magnum Ace 10:38 pm :: You won't need to. Just find Windy. He's going to be after me once we tell them this :: Whirl 10:38 pm *one last head bob and he's gone* Windchill 10:38 pm *Blows a kiss. It's smelly.* Bull 10:38 pm :: What are you gonna tell Richard? :: Magnum Ace 10:38 pm :: /Nothing/ :: Windchill 10:38 pm *Can't believe Whirl left him to sing this by himself.* *Here he goes.* Magnum Ace 10:39 pm :: Can you imagine what he'd do? :: Bull 10:39 pm :: Have fun with that. He appears out of nowhere better than Jurota and Top Joy. :: Windchill 10:39 pm *It wasn't intended for a soprano but, dammit, it's not like anyone is going to stop him.* Bull 10:39 pm :: Oh boy... 'Not telling them anything' will be alot harder with him around. :: Ali 10:39 pm ((Oh shit toto!!)) Magnum Ace 10:40 pm :: I know. He's...I swear he teleports some days. :: -might have just buried his face in his knees- Ali 10:41 pm Well...not sure exactly. Alright I suppose, I haven't left my current living space lately. Magnum Ace 10:41 pm -he forgot about Richard- Bull 10:41 pm :: I wouldn't be surprised if that was his preferred mode of transportation. :: *pats Magnum's back* FakeProwl 10:41 pm Mm? Not in the mood or nowhere worth visiting? Bull 10:42 pm :: Just pray that he's over at Dark's HQ when we tell everyone. :: Magnum Ace 10:42 pm :: He's going to make this so much harder :: :: Oh. Should we tell my bothers and the Gold brothers? :: Ali 10:43 pm I'm not really sure, I've felt lethargic as of late. I suppose it's to do with my trying to write again, it's taking up most of my time and energy, but I don't think I should allow myself to get that way. I'm going to try and get out more. Windchill 10:43 pm *Stretches, but he'll hang around for Depeche Mode.* Ali 10:43 pm So, let me know if you have any recommendations on places to visit and such I suppose. Bull 10:43 pm :: You know Gold Arm and his brothers would never accept 'protection'. They rather fight to the end. :: Magnum Ace 10:44 pm :: I know, but...give them the option? :: Bull 10:44 pm :: As for your brothers... I don't know them as well as you do. How do you think they would react? :: Bevel 10:44 pm *enough time has passed that Bevel is gonna ping Soundwave* Should I ask Mom about the organic air stuff? Magnum Ace 10:44 pm :: .....I don't know. I'd hope they'd accept..but..I don't know them anymore. Not like I once did. :: FakeProwl 10:44 pm *laughs* If I hear rumors about any, I'll pass them on to you. Bull 10:45 pm :: At least the option; though full details could probably be left out or cut short. :: ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm *Soundwave sits up and looks over to Bevel.*

[[Yes. If we do not use it for this, he will find a use for it himself. He can think of several.]] *He already came up with one before the movie started.* Bull 10:45 pm *gives Magnum a sympathetic look* Ali 10:46 pm Hm, you know I don't believe I've heard you laugh much before, it sounds nice. Things must be going well Magnum Ace 10:46 pm :: You know...I haven't spoken to them since the season ended. :: Bevel 10:46 pm Ok. *she needed to visit New Praxus anyway* Magnum Ace 10:47 pm :: And they haven't tried to contact me either. :: Bull 10:47 pm :: Maybe you should talk to them if you can. ...Without mention of 'alien' safehouses. For a start anyways. :: FakeProwl 10:47 pm *jaw sort of half-drops as he tries to figure out how to reply to that. that was among the least heartfelt laughs to ever come out of Prowl's mouth. But if Crosscut couldn't tell the difference—* ... Can't complain. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm *It would be nice to not have to go all the way to Earth when he needs fresh emus and ostriches for his plant. Keep a few of them penned up and safe in a cavern down below...* FakeProwl 10:49 pm *Prowl's got no interest in trying to explain that he's actually currently living in that gap somewhere between miserable and numb, thanks for asking though.* Magnum Ace 10:49 pm :: I should...but...what do I say? If they even pick up. :: Bull 10:49 pm *Bull makes a thoughtful sound* Ali 10:51 pm -can't say he has much experience hearing laughter from Prowl, so it was a bit hard to tell with him- Anything new? -why was he struggling so much with basic conversation? had he locked himself up THAT long that it was effecting his social skills? he's usually quite good at this sort of thing, what's wrong with him?- Bull 10:51 pm :: I don't have siblings so I don't know if I can give the best advice. But knowing how they were during the finals, challenge them to a friendly off season match. Surprise them a little. :: Windchill 10:51 pm *Gets to his feet. He has work to do.* Magnum Ace 10:52 pm -sighs- FakeProwl 10:53 pm ... No, actually. Nothing new. *Bonecrusher had a mental breakdown and the fallout has been ruling Prowl and the Constructicons' lives ever since. DEFINITELY not sharing that.* Not much changes when you're locked up. Magnum Ace 10:53 pm :: It might work... :: Ali 10:53 pm Ah.. Windchill 10:54 pm *Gives a sweeping wave to the room in general.* I'm out, losers. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm *Soundwave bobs his head goodnight* Bull 10:54 pm :: If that don't work, ask the Gold Brothers. They may have some ideas. They would know better. :: Magnum Ace 10:55 pm :: Talking to them might go better than talking to my brothers... :: Windchill 10:55 pm *Wanders out.* Ali 10:56 pm -awkwardly taps his fingers on his own leg- FakeProwl 10:57 pm *considers asking Crosscut what's new with him; he just covered that, didn't he? Eesh.* ... What are you writing right now? Bull 10:57 pm :: Can't avoid them forever. Even I've learned that. :: Magnum Ace 10:57 pm :: Who? My brothers or the Gold brothers? :: :: Because if you mean the Gold brothers, I can try. :: :: Doesn't mean Arm isn't going to find me :: Bull 10:58 pm :: Heh, there is no avoiding the Gold Brothers. Or at least Gold Arm in your case; they are all persistent. :: Ali 10:58 pm Hm? Ah, well it's just a short story, nothing really too exciting but I just can't seem to get it how I like. Ironically it's about obsession with perfection but I suppose that's part of the reason I'm being so picky with how it's portrayed. FakeProwl 10:59 pm Ironic, yes. Ali 10:59 pm That and, I've felt distant and distracted so it's been taking me longer to get it down than usual. Magnum Ace 10:59 pm -that's a small snort of laughter- :: I'm surprised I haven't seen him all off season. :: FakeProwl 11:00 pm *distracted by what, he wonders; but it might be Clutch, and so in case it is he can't ask.* You think being among company might help fix that? Bull 11:00 pm :: Probably training like we've been. You know how he is, need to find a way to one up you with pitches. :: Bevel 11:01 pm *gonna head out* Ali 11:01 pm Perhaps, or at least I'm hoping so. Ali 11:02 pm -clutch was certainly part of that distraction, he'd still yet to come to a decision about it.- Magnum Ace 11:02 pm :: He's going to have fun trying to beat us this season :: Bull 11:03 pm *Bull Armor grins* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm *Soundwave will nod to Bevel* Bull 11:03 pm :: He and your brothers won't know what hit them. :: Magnum Ace 11:04 pm :: They'll know it was me, at the very least :: -when it came to the pitching- FakeProwl 11:06 pm Well. *looks for something else to say. fails. goes for a stock phrase.* ... Good luck. Bull 11:07 pm :: Heh. So, do we head out? Ruri will get suspicious if we're gone for too long. And I really don't want to tell her tonight. :: Ali 11:07 pm -Charming.- ...Thanks? FakeProwl 11:08 pm *ah! he knows how to answer this one.* You're welcome. Ali 11:08 pm hm. Magnum Ace 11:08 pm :: ....right...think we should hold off on telling the team too? :: ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm ((i look up after accidentally dozing off and there's monsters snatching babies from cribs what even??)) Bull 11:09 pm :: For now. :: Ali 11:09 pm ((I wonder how they got the baby to cry so much for the video. it seems kinda fucked up)) FakeProwl 11:10 pm ((yeah i thought that the last time i saw it)) Magnum Ace 11:10 pm :: Right. Maybe try to think of a good way to put this... :: Ali 11:10 pm ((Pfft! Bull 11:11 pm :: Try being the appropriate word.:: FakeProwl 11:11 pm *All he got was a hm. Was that the wrong reply? Tries to think of something else to say.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm ((i have found this quote about the making of video for this video: " I assumed it was cleverly edited and that the kid wasn’t actually traumatized by monsters. But no, this new “making of” video shows they really let those monsters attack Baby Zachary, 18 months. Sure, he’s giggling between takes, but there are clearly moments when he’s upset." )) ((that's fucked up??)) Tarantulas 11:12 pm (( damn 😕/////////////////////// Ali 11:12 pm ((Oh gosh)) FakeProwl 11:12 pm ((yeah 😕)) Magnum Ace 11:12 pm ((aw man :: We'll think of something. :: Ali 11:14 pm -What was wrong with him? small talk was his usual strength, why was he having such a tough time with it?- FakeProwl 11:14 pm *To be fair, Crosscut is working with a subpar partner.* Magnum Ace 11:14 pm :: And I'll ask for a bridge home. :: Ali 11:14 pm -True, but still.- Magnum Ace 11:15 pm Hey, Soundwave? Think we should be going home now. -pointing to himself then Bull- Ali 11:15 pm Well..Maybe I should go. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm [[Hm?]] *Give him a second.* [[The bridge? The bridge. Of course.]] FakeProwl 11:15 pm ... Okay. Bye. *no wait he forgot to say something.* It was good to see you. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:16 pm [[It is there for both of you now. Try to stay out of harm's way.]] Magnum Ace 11:16 pm We will Bull 11:16 pm Thanks. Magnum Ace 11:17 pm -scrambles off the table- Thank you! Ali 11:17 pm Thanks.-the playwright got up with slumped shoulders.- It was good to see you as well, I hope we can again soon. goodbye. FakeProwl 11:17 pm *Considers saying something else to the leaguers as they go... no. He laid out the offer to them, he has nothing to add. So he just nods in farewell toward them.* *Back to Crosscut.* Mm. Indeed. Magnum Ace 11:18 pm -waves to both Prowl and Soundwave as he leaves- Bull 11:18 pm *waves as he follows Magnum* Magnum Ace 11:19 pm ((thanks for the stream, and stressing Ace out! 😀 ItsyBitsySpyers 11:19 pm (9you're welcome!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 11:22 pm *Soundwave stretches out on the couch and settles in. He's getting tired. Long weekend.* FakeProwl 11:27 pm *Was it a weekend? Prowl can't keep track anymore.* *... Well, he CAN, he just has no reason to bother.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:27 pm *Soundwave does. Has to be there for his club.*

*Leeeeean.* FakeProwl 11:28 pm *Leans back against.*

... Another episode? *so hopeful.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:30 pm [[Mmmmm... not tonight. Recharge. Need it.]] *Pop that visor off.* [[Tomorrow. Many tomorrow.]] FakeProwl 11:30 pm Very well. Tomorrow. Immediately after my work shift? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:31 pm [[Yes. That is fine.]] FakeProwl 11:32 pm *offers a crest bump?* I'll see you then. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *Bump. And then sort of a tired resting there.* [[Yes. See you.]] FakeProwl 11:33 pm *... He doesn't want to disappear while Soundwave is leaning on him.* Would you... like me to leave my avatar in idle mode? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm *Sits up straighter.* [[No, no.]] *Pause.* [[Yes. But no. Mind on your work. Safety first.]] FakeProwl 11:35 pm I don't have to be in my avatar to have it idle. *Gets comfortable against Soundwave.* Just ping me if you wake up and need me to turn it off. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm [[Oh.]] *Good.* [[Good. Okay.]]

*He's gonna get comfortable in that comfortable and go OUT like the lights he's covered in never do.* FakeProwl 11:36 pm *gets comfortable as well, dims his optics, and goes idle.*

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The Heaven We Didn’t Choose, Chapter 19: In Which Piracy is Encouraged

...But no one seems to mind.

First: Chapter 1: In Which a Child Makes a Friend

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Sans came back to reality feeling disoriented and he automatically tensed. Pain was what woke him, and for a long moment that was all he could focus on. Taking a few deep breaths to calm down, he took stock of what was making his bones scream at him.

His injured arm felt like it had been shattered, which sent a pulse of fear through his soul. A quick glance down confirmed that it was still only fractured, but the sight of the injuries seemed to only increase the pain. He hissed, trying to find some way to release the tension that wouldn’t bring Boss to his door.

It helped - a little - and he fought to focus on something else instead. Why was he injured? Why was he so sore? Slowly, memories of the fight trickled back. The kids, the cops, Undyne. The damn dogs that ran off without a second thought. The alleyway…

The cat was mewling softly when he rolled over to examine it, looking a bit more wobbly than it had earlier. Abruptly, he realized that neither he nor the cat had eaten dinner. From its size, the cat was probably pretty young; babies needed to eat regularly, if he remembered correctly.

He pulled himself upright with a grunt and slipped his jacket on. It was still damp, and smelled awful, but it was a layer of protection.

The clock in the kitchen confirmed that he’d only been asleep for about two hours. He was feeling it in every bone of his body. He felt heavy and light at the same time, and he wondered idly what would happen if he just collapsed. Would he float, caught between the two odd sensations? Probably not, his logical mind concluded. He’d just tip over like an idiot and jostle his already-aching bones.

There was still some canned food in the cupboard, and Sans scanned the labels. Cats were carnivores, right? He thought back to the few times he’d encountered Mettaton’s torture assistant, a cynical and depressed cat monster. A hazy memory of the guy removing the bun and pickles from a burger tickled the back of his skull. It was unusual that any monster would turn his nose up at food, so the incident had stuck with him.

Hopefully surface cats acted on the same principle. There was a can of shredded chicken in the back of the cupboard; he grabbed it and, after a bit of quiet shuffling through the shelves, an old clamshell takeout container that Boss had insisted on washing. He filled one half with water, then carefully made his way back to his room.

The cat was extremely grateful for the water, which Sans found surprising considering it had nearly drowned just a few hours before. He let it do...whatever it was doing with its tongue (flicking water into its mouth? It looked inefficient) while he wrangled the canned chicken open one-handed.

Thankfully, the chicken didn’t have any weird flavorings. He was fairly certain that it wasn’t the healthiest thing to feed a cat anyways, but it was that or starve. He carefully dished out some smaller pieces onto the empty half of the container and set it beside the water.

Almost immediately, the food was gone. Sans reluctantly took a few more lumps and plopped them onto the lid.

“That’s all ya get,” he grumbled. “I’ve gotta eat too.”

The cat responded with a plaintive meow, indicating its displeasure at being cut off.

“What? I don’t even know how you’re eating all that. You actually have a real stomach, doncha? Isn’t it full by now?”

Another meow.

“Shhh. If ya wake up Boss, we’re both out on our asses. You feel me?”

He finished up his portion of the chicken quickly, not really tasting it. His arm was starting to heal as his body converted the food into magic, but it was a slow process. He considered asking if Tori had some time to look at it; he hadn’t properly talked to her in months, since before he’d started watching Att...her. The last time he came close to visiting was when he dropped off Frisk’s Christmas gift, and he’d just left that on her front porch. Who knew what she thought of that.

On second thought, he could probably power through it.

“‘Kay, then. I’m gonna head back to bed for a few hours. You good in the box?”

The cat blinked at him.

“...I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

He rolled over carefully, taking the pressure off his injured side, and tried to sleep.

“SANS”

“Whazzit?” Had he slept at all?

“WAKE UP THIS INSTANT AND TURN YOUR ALARM OFF! ALSO, DO NOT THINK I HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT LAST NIGHT! BE PREPARED FOR PUNISHMENT WHEN YOU RETURN THIS EVENING!”

Loud footsteps echoed down the hallway, and Sans’s soul sank. There went his plan of avoiding Boss.

He sat up carefully and turned his alarm off. He’d gotten so used to waking up at a certain time that he’d been getting up before his alarm even went off lately, which was useful but flat out annoying. Apparently the night before was enough to throw his sleep schedule off.

A soft cry from the corner of the room brought his attention back to the cat. Sure enough, it had made some kind of icky sticky mess on his shirts; just as well that they’d be tossed in the wash.

“Ya good in there, bud?”

The cries paused for a moment, then resumed.

“I, uh, don’t speak cat. ‘M not sure what ya want. Are ya hungry? Thristy? Throw me a bone here. Heh.”

The cat didn’t speak any language Sans knew, but it apparently recognized when his attention was on it. Its noises changed in pitch and frequency to the point where Sans half-expected Boss to come storming up the stairs to investigate the racket.

“Okay, okay. Shhh. Shhhhhhh.” He picked it up and ran his phalanges over the impossibly soft fur. This calmed the creature a little, enough that its noises weren’t quite so high-pitched and distressed.

“I tell ya what. If you can keep quiet 'til I get out the front door, we can raid the hot dog stand supplies for breakfast. How’s that sound?”

The cat made a few little mruph sounds that he took as agreement.

Boss had already headed out for the day by the time Sans made his way downstairs, which was helpful. He had to set the cat down to pull his shoes on, which prompted more crying, but it stopped when he settled it back into his jacket. He decided to leave the zipper alone; the little critter didn't like being restrained. The way it was sitting didn’t exactly look comfy to him, but the cat was purring again. It felt strangely nice against his bones.

The walk to the hot dog stand was worse than usual. The cold rain had turned to snow sometime in the night, and his usual path along the side of the road was obscured by a light dusting of white. He could feel the ache in his bones from the fight the night before with every step, and halfway there the cat decided it liked the cold even less than it liked being confined and had retreated further into the jacket.

It was a relief when his stand was set up and he could finally settle his bones onto his stool. The cat, interested by the fun smells, popped its head out to explore.

CLANK CLANG KA-CLANK CLANG CLANG

...And immediately retreated as far back inside his jacket as it could manage. Sans peered in the direction of the noise, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Heya, GD! Want some breakfast?”

Greater Dog bounded up, slobber flying everywhere as he panted excitedly. *YESYESYES,* he barked. *WANT WARM PUP TREAT FOR BREAKFAST PLEASE.*

“One hot dog for a cool dog, comin’ right up.” He dressed the ‘dog up the way he knew GD liked it: a few generous slices of cheese, some bacon crumbles, and a bit of steamed mustard greens. (He’d been testing new ‘healthy’ toppings a year or so back, and while most of them were total flops the dogs really liked the mustard greens. Since they couldn’t eat most of what he served, he kept it on the menu.) “There ya go, big guy. Bone appetite!”

Greater Dog barked a laugh and took the ‘dog with one large prosthetic hand. *THANKS, FAVORITE BONE BUDDY. LOOKS GOOD. GOOD FOOD. GOOD GOOD GOOD.*

“Glad it suits you. Hey, don’t forget to pay again, yeah? I’d give you all the ‘dogs you want for free, but I get in trouble when I don’t come home with cash.”

The dog whined an apology, then disappeared into his suit. A moment later, he re-emerged and spat a few gold coins onto the counter.

“Thanks, buddy.”

*BONE BUDDY HAPPY? GREATER DOG HAS BEEN GOOD BOY??*

Sans sighed. “Yeah, you’ve been a good boy. C’mere, big guy.”

Greater dog leaned forward, his metallic suit half-splayed across the counter of the hot dog stand. The wood creaked under his weight, and he adjusted so he wasn’t in danger of collapsing the poor booth.

“Yer a good boy, GD. A real good boy.” Skeletal fingers scratched behind the dog’s ears, past the scruff of his neck, and around the sides to that spot up under his chin where he could never seem to reach properly.

Finally, after a small eternity of petting, Greater Dog sat up. *PATROL, NOW,* he barked, ears drooping. *NO TIME FOR MORE PETS. SAD.*

“Hey, you’re filling in for Dogamy on patrol tonight, right?”

*YES. DOGAMY HOME WITH PUPS. PUPS GOOD. PUPS NEED PROTECTION.*

“Cool. I’ll see you then, ‘kay? I’ll be at my usual station.”

Greater Dog whined. *WILL MISS BONE BUDDY.*

“I’ll miss you too, GD.”

The dog licked the hand that had been petting him, then tensed. *WHAT? CAT? BONE FRIEND HAVE CAT?*

“Uh...yeah?”

*CAT GOOD! CAT FRIENDS FUN! CAN CHASE!* He leaned in closer.

The cat tucked inside Sans’s jacked hissed and made another rather poor escape attempt, thwarted by the fact that it didn’t quite know its way around. Sans huffed at the unusual feeling of something furry clinging to his spine with tiny claws. “Not this one. I found it last night. It’s just a baby, and I’m trying to figure out what to do with it. It’s, uh…” he looked up at Greater Dog. The dog’s eyes were bright with excitement, every muscle in his fluffy body tensed with the thrill of the hunt. None of this was getting through. “It’s...shy?”

*SHY NOT FUN,* he huffed. *IS SECRET?*

“...Yeah. Please don’t tell B...uh, Papyrus.”

*WILL KEEP BONE FRIEND’S SECRET.* He whined. *WILL MISS BONE FRIEND. WILL SEE BONE FRIEND SOON.* He barked a quick *HELLO, GOOD BYE, PATROL NOW* at something behind him and bounded off, enthusiasm barely waned. Which was odd; GD didn’t like many people, but Sans couldn’t be bothered to care.

He was about to put his head back down for a much-needed nap when his eye sockets caught the person who’d been standing behind Greater Dog. Someone he didn’t think he’d see again in...well, ever. “...Uh…”

“Hi, Mr. Sans!” Attie called, waving enthusiastically. “I was going to come get a breakfast hot dog and tell you hello, but I didn’t want to interrupt Mr. Greater Dog’s petting. He really likes petting, right?”

“Y-yeah, he sure does.”

“I know. He sometimes lets me pet him outside his armor, but only when he’s security for me and Mommy. If he has other jobs, he doesn’t let me.” She pouted a little.

“Hey, uh, where’s yer mom? Isn’t someone supposed to be watching you now?” That was the rumor, anyways. If Frisk had gotten sick again...

“Mmm-hmm. She’s coming in a minute. She’s prob’ly talking to somebody.”

Some part of Sans was screaming that he was being creepy, but he couldn’t stop looking at her. He hadn’t seen her in...gosh, over a month. 44 days, to be exact. It had been two weeks and five days since Frisk followed him home, and it had been three weeks and five days between that incident and Boss slipping Attie out in the middle of the night.

There was a strange sensation in his throat, a tightness he wasn’t used to. It didn’t feel like strangulation - like when Boss lifted him by his collar - but more like there was something stuck there, in his vertebrae. It was uncomfortable. The sensation distracted him from the prickling in the corners of his eye sockets that he was far too familiar with; he blinked rapidly to avoid embarrassing himself.

“Are you okay, Mr. Sans?”

“Y-yeah. ‘M fine.”

She bounced on her toes, making her shoes light up. Those were the ones she’d told him about on one of the first days he’d watched her, he realized. They did indeed have pink flowers on them, with little lights that flashed from their centers. He wondered if that was a human invention or if she’d somehow charmed the mad Royal Scientist into making her customized shoes. He thought about anything he could to distract himself from the fact that he’d remembered something, something small from almost two months ago, and that meant his mind wasn’t falling to pieces just yet.

Attie was dressed in a puffy white jacket with faux fur lining the hood. On her hands were mittens, knitted in a pattern he recognized; Tori must have been busy since he last saw her. The edges of her sleeves were stained in browns, greens, and reds.

She looked just like any other little girl. Nothing about her appearance indicated that she was the daughter of the Ambassador of Monsters, that she had any security presence at all.

He felt it, though. The glow of Frisk’s protective wards - much stronger now that she was recovered - was apparent in every bounce of her daughter’s feet. There were few weapons wielded by humans or monsters that could touch someone with that much protection, and anyone stupid enough to try would be in for more than one nasty surprise.

“I don’t think you’re okay,” Attie said. “You just keep looking at me funny and you haven’t even said ‘hello’ or ‘how are you.’ Are you gonna be a asshole again?”

“Not tryin’ to be. So, uh, hello, Attie. How are you?”

“I’m doing real good! Um, really well, I mean. How are you, Mr. Sans?”

“I’m, uh, okay.”

“Undie said you were in a big fight last night. Is that true?”

“Yeah…? I didn’t know she’d talk to you about that…?”

“She didn’t. She told my mommy when she stopped in for a quick meeting while she thought I was getting dressed. Mommy said we could come have breakfast hot dogs and make sure you’re okay, just in case.”

“Uh...cool? Yeah, I’m in one piece.”

She looked expectantly up at him.

“...Oh, right, hot dogs. So, uh, what do ya want on yours?”

Attie wanted bacon, cheese, onion, ketchup, mustard, and relish. Sans handed the ‘dog to her with its toppings balanced precariously, then gave her a small stack of napkins. “Don’t wanna get your nice jacket all messy.”

“It’s okay. I can wash it.”

“I’m sure ya can, but you wanna look nice, right?”

“The lessons are finally kicking in, then?” Asked Frisk from RIGHT behind him.

“Holy shit.”

“Language.”

“Uh...” He glanced at Attie, who was giggling, then twisted on his stool to get a good look at Frisk.

...A good look was an apt way to put it. She had a long tan coat on, red buttons in two neat rows down the front. Her waist was accented by a simple brown belt that twisted into a casual knot on one hip. The hat and gloves tucked under her arm were dark brown, matching her knee-high boots, but he could see the lines of a familiar pattern on them. Tori hadn’t waited until Christmas to deliver gifts, apparently.

Slowly, hesitantly, he met her eyes. She looked a lot better than he remembered, even from the last time he saw her in person. Maybe it was the light - even the dull, filtered light of the winter sun through the clouds did her more justice than the harsh yellow bulb that lit the dining room in his apartment - but she looked more than ready to take on the world.

It was a far cry from the helpless mess she’d been when he found her, so many weeks before. And she was completely focused on him in a way that she - or, frankly, anyone else - had never been. He felt his face starting to turn pink.

Say something, his mind begged. Come up with something - anything - to keep her from thinking you’re a complete fool.

“What-” No! Not that! “-do you want on your hot dog?”

He could feel his voice squeaking a little and resisted the urge to clear a throat he didn’t have.

Frisk smiled at him anyways, and he felt his soul stutter in a way that couldn’t possibly be healthy. “I haven’t had a hot dog in ages. Surprise me.”

The challenge in her voice was both clear and terrifying.

ABORT MISSION, ABORT MISSION!

He gulped and examined his options. With phalanges that were definitely not shaking, he dipped into the small stash of fresh bakery buns he kept for his best customers, then put a few slices of cheese on it. That went into the small, warm space behind the hot dog roller. While it was warming he grabbed a paper plate and a sharp knife and started chopping a pickle spear and some of the baby tomatoes he’d picked up on a whim. He pulled the bun out once the cheese was melted and put a ‘dog inside, then added bacon crumbles, onion, and his sliced pickles and tomatoes. A drizzle of yellow mustard completed the masterpiece, and he held it out to Frisk with a flourish that (probably) disguised the slight tremor of his hands.

Attie applauded uselessly through her mittens, her own hot dog mostly gone. “That looks really yummy! Mommy, can I have a bite?”

“May I have a bite,” Frisk corrected.

“Sure, but only if I can have a bite of yours!”

She rolled her eyes and took a tentative bite of her hot dog. Sans watched her chew and swallow, feeling as if quite a bit more than customer satisfaction rode on that simple action. Finally, she nodded. “It’s really good, Sans. Thanks!”

“Yer welcome.” Relief made him slouch against his counter.

“I never would’ve thought to put fresh tomatoes on a hot dog, but it’s not bad. What was the inspiration?”

He thought, for a moment, that she was mocking him, but her face showed only sincerity. It threw him for a loop, and he stuttered for a moment before he found his bearings. “I, uh, well, I was doin’ a bit of research. Gotta keep a femur upon the competition and all. See, ketchup is pretty salty, and a lot of what I have - cheese, bacon, even the hot dogs themselves - is pretty salty too. The tomatoes give you some flavor without the extra salt and give some texture, too. Can’t really take credit for the idea, but...well. Thought I’d give it a shot.”

“It’s brilliant. You should keep it up.”

His face was definitely turning colors. Thankfully, Frisk was distracted by Attie wanting a bit of the ‘super-special hot dog’ and he had a moment to compose himself.

Naturally, that was about when his little friend decided to make its presence known once again.

Attie squealed, nearly losing her grip on her hot dog. “KITTY!”

“No way!” Frisk said looked at Sans, then down at the cat that was clawing its way up his shirt, then back at him. “You have a kitten? Since when?”

He tried to pry it off, but the claws were deceptively strong and he didn't want to break anything. “Since, uh, last night? It was caught in the rainstorm. Found it when I was walkin’ home.”

“Can I hold it?” Attie asked, tugging Sans’s sleeve harshly. Her protective wards flared-

“Gah!” Sans pulled his arm away, clutching at his fractured bone, and accidentally banged his bad arm on the edge of the counter. He froze, cursing himself. He hadn’t meant to dodge away from her like that; it was just so unnerving that someone would try to touch him (and someone with that much magic on her besides) that he hadn’t tried to simply maneuver away from her. She hadn't registered as a threat, so she'd gotten closer to him than most people normally did. He shrunk in on himself, taking his bearings, then remembered that she’d asked a question. “S-sure. Just, uh, give me a sec.”

Frisk crouched down so she was eye level with him. “Sans, are you okay? Undyne said you’d been injured last night in the confrontation with those humans on the mountain, but she didn’t know the details. She thought it wasn’t serious since you shrugged it off. Are you okay?”

Sans checked his HP before responding. He was down to a single point. When had he gotten so low? He felt his breathing pick up, fear of his own mortality overpowering his pride. “I...I...uh, I…” He couldn’t seem to force the words out.

He felt the familiar chill of someone else’s magic invading his own, just enough to get a good read on his stats, but despite his embarrassment he allowed it. More than that, he took a chance and showed his real stats; she'd been sympathetic before, hadn't she? Across from him, Frisk took a sudden breath. “Sans. You need help immediately. What are you even doing out of the house like that?”

“W-wasn’t that bad e-earlier. Had somethin’ to eat...g-gosh, early this mornin’ and brought my HP up a f-few points. I-I’ll be fine. G-gimme a sec to grab a ‘d-dog.”

“Sans, I’m going to call my mother to take a look at you.”

“No...uh, n-need...”

“Yes, there is a need. You and her get along fine, right? She has some healing magic. Just...please, let me do this. I’m worried, and Attie’s worried too.”

They had a point. A ‘dog probably wouldn’t bring his HP up far enough for him to get through his shift, and sentry duty later that night, and whatever Boss had planned. He let out his breath in a solid woosh and nodded.

Frisk stepped away and started dialing. Sans deliberately didn’t listen in on her conversation, instead focusing on carefully extracting the cat from his person. Its nose was twitching but it allowed him to maneuver it into his lap without a whole lot of fuss.

It kept turning its head towards the counter, though. It definitely knew where the food was.

“Here,” he said, gesturing to Attie. “D-didn’t ya wanna hold it?”

“Can I?” she asked in a very small voice. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Sans. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t know your arm was hurt.”

He took a deep breath, willing his stutter away. He wasn’t a babybones anymore, he reminded himself. “Eh, ‘tsokay kid. No real harm done. If you’d meant to hurt me, well. I’d be dust right now. You didn’t, though, and ‘m fine, see? Now help me with this little cat.”

He used his good hand to cup the cat as she lifted it, making sure it wasn’t actively trying to claw her. It seemed a little upset at the movement, but its protests were more vocal than physical. After a moment of Attie’s tiny fingernails scratching behind its ears it settled down and started purring again.

“Huh. It likes you.”

The girl’s smile was smug. “Of course! Everybody likes me.”

For most kids, Sans thought, that would be a laughably arrogant statement, but...everyone did seem to like Attie. She’d survived Boss. She’d charmed the dogs. She’d even melted Undyne’s heart a little, and that was a feat worthy of some kind of medal.

Frisk stepped back into his field of vision. “Mom will be by within a few minutes. She’s finishing up some paperwork that needs to be done before lunchtime. Will you be okay until then?”

“Yeah. Of course.” It wasn’t like he hadn’t existed on one HP before. Much as he’d come to regret how he got his LV, he would’ve been dust years ago without it. He shuddered at the thought.

Frisk apparently mistook that gesture and hunched back down in front of him. She looked at him for a long moment before narrowing her eyes in DETERMINATION. “Attie, you can go play. I’m going to keep an eye on Mr. Sans for a bit.”

The girl looked at her mother, then down at the cat in her arms. “But...I’m holding his baby kitty! I can’t go play!”

“Alright. But no more grabbing, alright? We’ve talked about this. It’s one thing when you do it to me or your grandma and grandpa or Undyne, but you have to be careful.”

“Okay. I said I was sorry.”

“I heard. Good girl. Now, Sans, where did you find this kitten?”

Sans explained how he’d found the cat in the alley the night before. He deliberately ignored the small smile on Frisk’s face, as if she knew something he didn’t.

(He was sure she knew a lot of things he didn’t.)

Thankfully, her only remark was, “Are you even allowed to have pets in your apartment?”

“Eh, yer mom lets some of the dogs stay downstairs. Why wouldn’t a cat be okay?”

“Uh-huh. And how did Greater Dog react to your little friend there when we were walking up?”

“Heh, point taken.”

They both watched Attie play with the cat for a few minutes. When it's meows became too insistent, she handed it to her mother. “I don’t know what’s wrong,” she pouted. “I thought it liked me.”

Frisk turned the critter over with deft hands, poking it gently along its stomach. “He’s probably hungry. Sans, has he eaten anything since that chicken you gave him last night?”

“Nah. I was gonna give it - uh, him - something from the stand, but I didn’t get the chance. Think he’ll eat a ‘dog?”

“It’s worth a shot. Here - I’ll pay for it.”

“What? No-”

“Please. It’s the least I can do.” She handed him enough to cover three hot dogs with the fixings. He handed her back the change, but Attie scooped it up instead.

“Can I put the change in the tip jar?” she asked.

Frisk patted her on the cheek. “Go ahead. Don’t break anything.”

“Yay!”

Sans chopped up a ‘dog into tiny pieces and scooped it into a paper plate for Frisk, who tried to coax the starving cat to eat something. He made another for himself and choked it down against the rolling feeling of nausea.

“Did you set that up?” Frisk asked, gesturing to his tip jar.

“Uh, yeah. The old coin funnel on top is something I found years ago in the dump. Can’t remember why I bothered carting it home in the first place, but it’s come in handy now that we’re on the surface. I, uh, had to fix it up a little to get it to accept g as well as human coins, 'n it doesn't work quite right all the time, but the kids like it.”

They watched Attie drop a pair pennies into a slot at the top of the funnel, the coins passing each other several times before dropping into the clear jar below.

“It’s hard to believe that monsters are able to enjoy things like this now,” Frisk said. “I remember back in the Underground how, um, tense everyone was. They’re a lot more...whimsical, I guess, now.”

“Yeah, well, fighting for space and food kinda takes the fun outta ya. We didn’t really have time for things like this - not in public, anyways. Heck, I didn’t dare leave a tip jar out back then; someone would’ve come by and stolen it. Now look at me. Some days I make more in tips than I do selling ‘dogs.”

She hummed in agreement. Attie sent a few more coins down the chute, watching them intently. After a moment, she turned to Sans. “Why to they go around and around and around like that instead of dropping straight into the jar?”

“It has to do with gravity, angles, and the shape of the funnel.”

She held out a coin. “Can you show me?”

Frisk frowned and raised a hand to stop her daughter. “Attie, don’t bother-”

“Eh, it’s fine,” he said. “Kid’s not hurting anything, and I’ll still be right here if someone wants to buy ‘dogs.” He pushed himself up. “Uh, feel free to take a seat if you want. There’s just the one stool and it might be...a bit short for ya, but…” he gestured awkwardly and turned away.

Attie was a brilliant audience, holding onto every word as he explained the ins and outs of accelerated gravitational motion and centrifugal force. He was pretty sure most of it flew straight over the seven-year-old’s head, but she didn’t interrupt.

“...Sans?”

He looked up to see someone approaching from the direction of the park. “Oh. Hi, Tori. Thanks for, uh...y’know.” He shrugged.

“It’s no trouble. I heard that you were in a fight last night, but not that there were complications. What seems to be the trouble?”

Frisk sent Attie off to play on the slides (one of the few areas of the playground without a coat of snow) while Sans reluctantly explained his situation. Tori stood quietly through it all, her eyes occasionally flicking to her adopted daughter.

“I do not approve of healing every small hurt, but I also do not want to send a sentry out injured after what happened last night. Hold out your arm, please.”

Sans did so, bracing himself. Healing was an agonizing process at the best of times, and Tori was at least a little bit irritated with him. He could feel the bone shards grating against each other as the fractures knit. He hadn’t registered it through the general haze of pain, but there were even cracks in the small bones that comprised his wrist. Tori’s firm grip on the damaged bones made his vision waver, and he grabbed the counter of the hot dog stand to keep from embarrassing himself.

After what seemed like hours, the pain ebbed and he came to his senses. He didn’t realize until he extracted his hand from Tori’s that he was shaking from pain and exhaustion; the accelerated healing process was draining his reserves faster than the ‘dog he’d eaten earlier could replenish them.

“Frisk, let him sit,” Tori said, shooing her daughter off the stool.

With great effort, Sans managed to maneuver himself around the back of the hot dog stand and collapsed onto his stool. He could feel the strain on his spine and hips from the position, but at least he was less likely to tip over in front of his…

...friends?

He decided not to think too much about it.

“If that is all, I shall be off,” Tori said to Frisk. “Do you need me to watch Atlas this weekend?”

“That would be great, Mom. We can talk it over this afternoon at the Embassy.”

“Very well. I shall see you then.”

Tori walked off without saying goodbye to Sans, and he winced. It was only half because of the little twinges of pain that kept shooting down his spine. Shifting didn’t help much, either.

“I thought you and Mom got along?” Frisk asked, looking concerned again.

“We do. It’s just - ugh! - I haven’t seen her in a few months.” In hindsight, he probably should have at least called.

“Well, I hope you get back on speaking terms.”

“No kidding. Don’t want her to bleat me up.”

Frisk snorted. “That was terrible.”

“I notice your lack of surprise.”

She just smiled. “Oh, hey, your kitten’s back asleep. Want him back?”

“Nah, I think he’s comfy.” Both Frisk and the cat looked comfy, actually. Realization dawned slowly on him. (He blamed it on the lack of sleep.)

“Hey, uh, do you know anyone who wants a cat?”

“You’re not going to try to keep him?”

“Nah. You were right ‘bout the dogs. And, well, I don’t think Boss is gonna really go for ‘cute and fuzzy.’ He might, but it's 50/50.”

Frisk looked at him, then back to the cat, then back to him. “Attie...has been bugging me about getting a pet for a while, actually. She wanted a dog but, well, I’m sure you can see how that might get a tad awkward.”

“No kiddin’.”

“We also spend a lot of time at the Embassy, and when I travel Attie spends time with her grandparents. A cat on the other hand...well, you don’t have to walk them, for one. If you’d be willing to stop in every once in a while to feed him while I’m on trips, I don’t see why we couldn’t keep him. If you’re sure…”

“Yeah, that’d be great!” Attie had turned out... mostly alright, after all, short bouts of chaos and terror aside. A cat raised by Frisk would probably wind up ruling the world (or at least the neighborhood), but Sans could think of worse things.

“Okay. Um, do you want to keep him with you for a bit, or…”

“I, uh, don’t even have food for ‘im. I made a little bed out of old shirts, but that’s it. If you don’t mind takin’ ‘im now, go for it.”

She looked at the little cat, stroking gently behind his ears and smiling. His eyes were closed, and Sans could hear the faint rumbling of that purring thing cats did when they were happy. He grinned.

“I’d say he’s in good hands.”

“...Yes. Hopefully. We’ll see.” That smile got just a bit wider, though.

Attie stomped up a little while later, shivering. “It’s too cold to play much,” she said. “And one of the big kids kept trying to get me to stick my tongue to the monkey bars.”

It took Sans a moment to register why this was even a thing humans would want to do. That’s right; humans had drippy ‘saliva’ stuff inside their mouths. Putting her tongue on the unprotected metal of the monkey bars would have probably caused it to freeze and stick. “You tell that kid off?”

“Yeah. I told him that if he wanted to do science so bad then he should try it first, because a good scientist doesn’t use other people as test subjects.”

“Ooookay. I mean, you’re not wrong, but did he do it?”

“No. I guess he didn’t believe in his hyp...hypoth’s.”

“Hypothesis?”

“Yup!”

Frisk chuckled. “Fair enough. Now Attie, I have an important question for you.”

“Okay?”

“Mr. Sans lives in a building with some of the dogs.”

“I know. I heard them when I was having the long sleepover while you were sick.”

“...Right. Well, dogs and cats don’t always get along, so Mr. Sans said he’d let us take the kitty home with us. Would that be alright?”

Attie gasped and turned to Sans. “Do you really, really mean it? We can keep your kitty?”

“Sure, kid.”

“Thank you, Mr. Sans! Thank you a whole, whole, whole bunch!” She shuffled over and gave him a very soft, very careful hug.

He patted her on the back, feeling awkward under Frisk’s observation. “Uh, no problem. I’m sure he’s gonna be happy with you.”

“Does he have a name?”

“Nah. I guess you ‘n your mom get to name ‘im.”

At Frisk’s nod, Attie began petting the kitten, her brows furrowed. “You said you found him in water, right, Mr. Sans?”

“Yup.”

“And he’s got a bad eye, like Undie.”

“Sure does.”

“Then I guess I’ll have to name him...Terror Of the Seven Seas!!! Because he’s a pirate cat.”

Frisk snorted. “That’s a long name, honey. Want to come up with something shorter?”

“Nope! But he can have a nickname if you really want him to.”

“Terror Of the Seven Seas it is, then.”

“Guess you could call ‘im ‘TOSS,’” Sans piped up. “Short for Terror Of the Seven Seas. Pirate extraordinaire.”

The little girl hummed. “That sounds okay. He can be called TOSS for a nickname.”

Frisk was snickering behind her hand, he knew it.

Suddenly, a loud ringing noise interrupted the peaceful morning. Frisk dug through her pockets for a moment, then produced a familiar-looking phone. “Oh...Sans, I’m so sorry, but we’ve got to run.”

“Okay.” It was expected, he told himself. Frisk was an ambassador and a busy woman.

“Can we bring Terror of the Seven Seas with us to the embassy?” Attie asked.

Her mother glanced down nervously. “Well...just this once, I guess.”

She cheered. “See ya later, Mr. Sans!”

“See ya, kid,” he replied.

And then they were gone, and his morning seemed all too quiet.

#Dragonashes writes #Undertale #Underfell #The Heaven We Didn't Choose #Sans #Papyrus #Frisk #Attie #Greater Dog #Greater Dog is a good dog #TOSS #Surely this won't come back to bite anyone #Don't mess with pirate cat

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Through the Storm

Note: I coded through this chapter super fast and barely read through it (not feeling so great, way too long of a week[lol jk i mean semester]) so if you see any nasty mistakes either with formatting or wording or whatever else - please let me know! I would really appreciate it! c:

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Chapter Eight

Gladion had taken it upon himself to find out more about the charizard attacks. Saying he had the time and resources to take on a personal project. I felt a little better about the whole ordeal knowing that he was looking into it.

I’d taken a couple recovery days after the traumatic experience to let my mind and nerves settle out before I really got down to my tasks in Johto. I spent a lot of time on the hard motel bed with my Pokémon surrounding me and talking to various people over the phone.

Lillie had asked me to stay longer, she didn’t think I was ready to go on to a new region alone after seeing something so horrible. But the tickets taking me to new regions were prepaid and predetermined so I had to use them. I would otherwise have to spend extra money and I had no interest in wasting anything. So instead we just spent plenty of time on the phone talking things out.

As much as I didn’t want to admit it though, I was glad to leave Kanto after that. I had a feeling that staying around would only make me feel worse and more stressed. I had so much more stuff to do and focus on in Johto now that I could get over things much easier than I would have in Kanto.

My, what I liked to call, first steps into the region were in Goldenrod city. One of the largest towns in Johto. It wasn’t as crowded as Celadon but had a similar vibe. I once again found myself not loving or hating it but I certainly didn’t want to stay at the motel any longer.

I wandered aimlessly in the area around Goldenrod, getting an idea of what type of Pokémon resided in the grass. A lot of the creatures I happened upon were totally foreign and new to me. I wasn’t due for working with the professor for a week and the amount of time between here and then was intimidating. Aside from meeting and catching new Pokémon, I wasn’t sure what to do.

The champion of this region, Gold, was much busier and more elusive than Red had been. I doubted I’d even see the man unless I absolutely had too. It was disappointing to think that I wouldn’t meet him as it likely meant I wouldn’t meet all that many people in this region in general.

After exploring both north and south of Goldenrod I returned to the motel and grabbed a map of the region from the front desk as well as one of those cheesy tour guide pamphlets. I’d stay one more night in this town before finding somewhere else to go. Back in the room I flopped onto that hard bed and called my mom. She barely picked up in time and was surprise to hear it was me calling. I told her I was in Johto now and wasn’t sure what to do with my time. She laughed at that.

“Are you kidding, hon? There’s so much to do in Johto! Go explore! Learn about the history! It’s beautiful there.” She claimed.

She told me some places to visit, including Ecrueteak City, The Ruins of Alph, Lake of Rage, and Ilex Forest. She recommended I bring a camera with me and begged I showed her pictures. She had apparently went to hangout in Johto very frequently when she was younger. She thought Kanto was the boring place… it made sense that she would think so, the reason I enjoyed myself so much there was because of Lillie, Red, and Green - not anything to do with the actual region.

I asked about Dad and she sounded frustrated as she explained the divorce progress had slowed exponentially. Dad wouldn’t do anything about the paperwork so she was trying her best to get things moving on his side. I apologized and wished her the best, she claimed she still wasn’t upset and thought she never really would be as upset as she thought. It’s not like it was bad to be so positive and strong in the situation, just strange.

She had to go after another twenty minutes of just chatting about random things together. We made a quick promise with each other to talk more frequently now that I wasn’t constantly with friends and I was happy to think I’d talk with her more.

Between the shit I’d seen last night, the fact that my parents were divorcing, and that I was now away from all my friends for 5 months straight, I was surprised I hadn’t broken down yet. I flipped onto my back and stared up at the popcorn textured ceiling, trying to continue staying calm as the weight of my stressors crashed on top of me. My eyes filled with tears and I blinked them away, repeating this process until Kai and Null popped out of their balls and poked and prodded at me until I moved.

I laughed as the two Pokémon hopped between each other and nipped and yanked on my clothes until I was on my feet. Null’s cold metal mask pressed against my back as it shoved me towards the door again, I yelped and attempted to stop before I was forced out into the hallway. My own struggle did not work though, as the two beasts cooperated to get me back out into the city.

Night had fallen, a full moon arching high into the starless sky. I stared up at the celestial giant, thinking of Cecil who I had sent to the pokepelago with my other new friends from Kanto. Null and Kai stood on either side of me, gaze up to the sky as well. I sucked in a deep breath of the night air, clouded by the smell of the town. I headed towards the south, waving for my two Pokémon to follow after me as I worked my way out of the city.

Just south of Goldenrod was a daycare for Pokémon. An old couple was outside watering plants around the yard, a small group of mareep bounded around the two calling out their sweet cries. I smiled as I watched the old couple giggle and play with the electric Pokémon. Kai was running up and down the fence, making whimpering noises, clearly interested in playing as well.

I had her continue to follow after me as I walked down further along the path, gaze out on the water bordering the trail. The moon reflected beautifully across the rippling surface, a distorted mirror of the real image. Johto had to be known for its scenery, it felt like I was walking through a painting.

I pulled out my phone and started snapping pictures with my mother in mind. There was just enough light from the moon that most images came out beautifully lit with a perfect contrast of shadow. I focused a lot of effort into taking high quality pictures. I could make a scrapbook for mom out of these if I get enough good shots around the region. I grinned at the thought, that was something to fill my time before meeting professor Elm next week.

The trail became heavily wooded as I continued. Tall pines and oaks stretched towards the black sky, their leaves shaking in the gentle rolling breeze that blew off the water nearby. A sign thickly covered in moss told me I was entering Ilex woods and a pinch of excitement sparked in my heart. This was one the places Mom had told me to visit just a little while ago. I understood why she had been so excited for me to see it, the forest was absolutely gorgeous.

Kai and Null burst through the underbrush, excited to see the towering trees as well. There was nothing like this back in Alola, the closest to it being a rainforest, so it had to be absolutely stunning to them. I was thankful I’d decided to bring the two along and felt slightly remorseful for not bringing everyone with. Nimbus, my Decidueye would freak out if he saw all this vegetation.

The deeper I went the less the moon broke through the tree tops. Yet it didn’t grow any darker in the woods. Small spores floated through the air, reflecting their own bioluminescent light onto the dark trunks of the trees. Kai attempted to catch the floating specks in her mouth but Null stopped her, likely aware of the poisonous properties that could be found in the spores. I told both of them to be careful and try to not disturb any sleeping Pokémon and I attempted to frame a picture of the gravel path twisting though the magical looking woods.

A ruckus of shouts and chatters erupted from the bushes next to me. I span fast and was surprised to see neither of my Pokémon purposefully disobeying my orders. Null and Kai stood behind me, attention locked on the bush as well.

Suddenly about ten eevee exploded from the leafage, young ones - babies. They scattered around me and charged deeper into the woods with loud squeaks of fear. Overhead I heard heavy flaps of wings and a ‘hoo’ very similar to Nimbus’s cry. A darker shadow in the shape of a bird flew off in the same direction as the eevee, clasped in its shadowed claws was another small, silver creature.

“Kai! Stop that Pokémon!” I shouted, quickly jumping to my feet and chasing after the fleeing bird and eevee. Null and Kai’s paws pounded behind me as I ran, Kai jumped at my back and used that extra height to jump further upwards towards the bird. Her jaws clamped around the beasts talon, the one not holding its prey, and a spine chilling screech shattered my ear drums.

Kai fell back towards the ground, somehow managing to land on its paws effortlessly. The silver creature flew out of the bird’s grasp and plummeted towards the ground, its captor suddenly changing direction and fleeing the woods quickly. I rushed to catch the falling critter and it landed safely in my arms. A tiny pile of silver and white fur curled up against my chest, a long ear twitching and its small body trembling.

Kai limped towards me and I realized that her fall hadn’t been so graceful and effortless as her paw was injured. Yet the Pokémon sat at my feet and sniffed curiously at the baby cradled in my arms. I pat her head, careful to not drop the Pokémon I was holding. “Thank you, Kai. Let’s get you to a Pokémon center asap.”

She grumbled reassuringly and her ears twitched. Looking towards the path as a few of the startled eevee returned, wide brown eyes staring up at me. One of them, slightly larger than the others cooed and the bundle of fur in my arms stirred.

It’s head appeared, unfurling from the ball it had curled up in in defense. An eevee? A silver eevee? It made sense that it had been the first to be snapped up, its color was so much brighter than the rest. “Hello there.” I said with a small smirk in direction of the Pokémon. It looked up to me, those gray eyes huge and confused.

“You’re okay now! Kai saved you.” I said, directing my hands so the baby could see my lycanroc. She licked the small eevee after yipping quietly.

Eevee cried out, the sound joyful and adorable. I set the small fox-like baby down on the ground and pat its head, a smile burst across the critters face and I struggled to wave my goodbye. I couldn’t let Kai sit in pain any longer and the other small eevee were already hopping over, excited to see the almost lost one.

So I forced my goodbye and wished the eevee clan good luck before recalling both Kai and Null to their balls and heading towards town once again. I can’t believe that was a shiny! I hope it’s okay, I hope that bird doesn’t come back for it…

The door of the pokecenter dinged and I quickly brought Kai’s ball to the counter for it to heal. I explained what had happened and the nurse nodded, saying it would be about twenty minutes.

She leaned over the counter then, “oh, does your eevee need a rest too?” She questioned and I looked down fast, shocked to see the eevee standing near my feet. Its gaze locked on mine with an eager smile.

I grinned. “Do you want to come with me, eevee?”

It hopped in place. Of course it wanted to come with me, wasn’t that how all stories like this ended? Someone saves the struggling Pokémon and it decided last minute that it didn’t want to go back home after being saved. I offered up a pokeball and the eevee willingly went in, putting up no fight against the capture.

“Yes.” I told the nurse, “I’d like to have my eevee healed.”

Clearly the answer to why Hau kept calling me would come if I actually picked up the phone. But I had no interest in hearing his overly energetic voice while I was in the middle of work. Yet no matter how many times I forced his call to go to voicemail, my phone kept ringing. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore and I ran back to my room to drop the thing on my desk.

Whatever the hell it is, it can wait.

Back at the conservation deck one of the employees was trying to feed a stubborn stufful that struggled to eat by it’s self. It’d been abandoned by its mother for having a deformed ear, or so we supposed, and couldn’t eat unless it was hand fed a certain way. After watching the failed attempts of the man I offered to take over and he gave it up fairly easily. The stufful had no issues with me for some reason and the food was gone within a few minutes. I brought the stufful back to its little dug out on the opposite side of the deck and let it down next to another Pokémon of the same species.

“You must have a magic touch, sir. I’ve never been able to get that guy to eat.”

I glanced at the employee who had spoken and simply shrugged in response, “there’s a trick to it.” I muttered and gave the man a quick nod before moving onto the bigger issues.

Some of the researches who had worked on the mareanie population project were testing their hypothesis on regrowth. Wild Pokémon we’re currently residing in the biggest pool on the floor and required a lot of special attention to assure their and the faculties safety. I hovered near the edge of the pool, watching the strange aquatic creatures react to the stimuli the researchers provided.

I couldn’t focus on anything beyond these simple tasks. There were far more important things I could have been doing with my required hours on the deck, like restoring the damaged areas from the most recent turtonator incident… or testing new diets for the sick pokemon in the quarantine section. But all those tasks would call for actual focus and thought which was something I couldn’t put into work at the moment.

My mind was stuck in thoughts about my own project. Trying to figure out who and why someone was sending these charizards to attack champions. Tracking what patterns there were in the research to figure out if Moon or the champion of Johto were in trouble next. There was barely any information available, I would have to call police departments and possibly the already attacked champions in order to pull more out of what I had. That would have been a far more useful way to spend my time than just standing near a pool of wild Pokémon to prevent safety issues.

One of the mareanie floated over near the edge I stood by, its lazy yellow eyes peering up at me from below the clear water. I stared back at it, chewing on my bottom lip as I tried to think of a way to get that Sinnoh woman’s contact information. Its small toothy grin grew as it watched me and I cringed, I really didn’t like the look of these Pokémon. They reminded me of team skull for some reason, specifically of Plumeria.

In fact, one of the grunts who couldn’t seem to leave me alone even after two years had said she had a toxapex now… that had to have been why I was unconsciously relating the two.

“President Gladion.” I glanced over my shoulder to see one of the receptionists standing on the walkway and waiting patiently for me. I nodded, encouraging her to continue. “Someone is here to see you.”

Who the hell…?

My arms crossed my chest and I looked away. “Tell them I’m busy.” I stated flatly.

“I tried that already, sir. He refuses to leave until he sees you.” She replied, her tone of voice giving away her stress.

My face scrunched, “who is it?” I couldn’t think of anyone who needed to see me that urgently right now.

“Please just come with me, sir.” She said, and turned to head towards the elevator.

I hopped back up onto the walkway and quickly followed after her, fumbling to take off my lab coat and hang it up before riding the elevator down with the receptionist.

A primarina and alolan raichu were in the middle of the entranceway, both suited for battle. I understood why the woman had been so urgent and stressed to bring me down, though my annoyance to see those specific Pokémon here was extreme. I slowly approached the familiar beasts, hands stuffed in my jeans pockets.

“Hau, what the hell are you doing.” I snapped, shooting him a glare as he appeared from behind his primarina.

The guy’s hair was a mess, down from its normal ponytail and more frazzled than the expression on his face. It looked like he’d ran all the way here even though that wasn’t possible considering Aether was just an over glorified boat.

“Why didn’t you answer my calls!” He shouted in response, his arms flailing in exasperation. “I need your help with something!”

“This isn’t the way to ask for my help, Hau.” I growled, crossing my arms over my chest. “Put your pokemon away and stop scaring the shit out of my employees.”

He groaned, over animated as always as he recalled both his Pokémon to their respective balls. Now that there wasn’t a barrier of battle ready beasts between us he quickly closed the distance and grabbed my arms attempting to yank me towards the exit.

I pulled my arms away, taking a few steps back. “What do you need, Hau? Use your damn words.” I rooted my feet.

His eyes rolled, “We don’t have time!” He whined, groaning again as I didn’t move. “It has to do with Moon, there! Now will you come with me already?”

My face fell, what could he mean… Moon is in Johto… I swore. Or he’s just saying shit to get me to come with him… What did it even matter, there was no point in risking it. “Let me go get Silvally. Then we can go.”

“Thank you!” He shouted as I quickly went to grab my Pokémon.

Hau brought me to Melemele island, shoring near professor Kukui’s ramshackle of a lab. He gave me no chance to ask what was going on and charged quickly towards a small house resting farther off the coast. My eyes rolled as I followed after him, purposefully moving much slower in order to make the anxious kid wait a bit longer. The closer I got, though, the louder a distinctly and cringe worthy familiar voice was audible to me.

I nearly turned tides and hiked it back to Aether when I saw the man standing near the house Hau had ran too. Tall and swimming in oversized clothes, a messy top of white hair and a red x taped across the old skull logo on the back of the man’s sweater. Hau yelled after me as I started heading down the path to the city and I cringed as Guzma echoed Hau’s call.

“Boy, is that really you?” Guzma said with a sly grin as I approached the two, a scowl across my own face.

The last person I wanted to see after ditching skull was the man who had started it himself. He’d never been personally rude to me but there were so many negative memories and thoughts that lingered around his crazed face.

I shoved my hands into my pockets and refused to make direct eye contact with him. He chuckled, “Wow, look how much older ya are, kid. Finally got that mop of yours styled, eh?”

“Why did you bring me here, Hau?” I hissed towards him, feeling no guilt about directing the excess irritation his way.

Hau bounced in place, his face contorted in worry. “He won’t leave.” He stage whispered.

“What?” I snapped

Guzma exploded into laughter and both Hau and I jumped back in surprise. A loud bang cut the chortle short and all three of us turned to look at the woman who had stepped out onto the porch. Her eyes were bagged and the creases in her skin gave away not only her age but also the stress she was undergoing.

Something about her was painstakingly familiar but I just couldn’t place why I felt that way. I knew I’d never seen the woman in my life and I didn’t leave Aether frequently enough for it to be due to just general proximity to each other. The name was resting on the tip of my tongue but I just couldn’t figure it out.

Suddenly the front of my shirt was clenched in Guzma’s shaking fist, his face inches from mine as he spat at me, “Where’s that bitch of a mother of yours at, kid? I have a couple words to speak at 'er.”

I shoved the man, stumbling as he released me and pushed me back as well. I conspicuously released Silvally, the beast appearing behind me and roaring upon seeing Guzma. “You have no business with Lusamine, Guzma.” I snapped at him, readying myself as the man reached for his own pokeballs.

“Oh believe me, I do.” He retorted, his voice oddly calm.

“Stop!” The woman on the porch shouted. I froze, the muscles in my body locking as it finally clicked in my head who this person was. Shit, she’s going to hate me. “Enough about bitchy mothers. Guzma, you need to leave my property before I call the police.”

Hau started bouncing in place again, he grabbed my shoulder and if I hadn’t been under the gaze of this woman specifically I probably would have slapped him away. “I’m so sorry, Auntie! I tried to get him to leave before, and then I got Gladion thinking that would work… but it’s not working.” Auntie? Seriously?

“This isn’t your fault, Hau.” The woman stepped down the porch steps, now on equal ground I was surprised to see how short she was. Apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree then. “I know your mom too, Guzma, and I know she’s waiting anxiously for you to go see her.”

He scoffed in response. “You don’t know anythin’ about my home life, chick. I just need you to understand the bullshit your daughter put me through.”

His hand rose and I motioned for Silvally to pin the man to the ground before his muscles could even receive the impulse to strike the woman. Now, splayed across the ground under the weight of my seven foot friend, he looked far less intimidating. I bared over him, a steady glare on his shocked face.

“Leave and do not come back to this house.” I snapped, silvally hung its head closer to Guzma, a growl rumbling from its chest and it’s cheek plate glowing red as fire built up inside its mouth. “Never ever come back here.”

Guzma stared at the beast looking over him, actually scared for his life. His gaze met mine. “Damn kid, when did your balls drop?”

He left, head hanging low in embarrassment as he did so. After his figure had retreated far beyond the horizon I released a heavy breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The tension in my arms and legs slowly dispersing as I looked to the now giddy Hau repeatedly thanking me for taking care of that mess.

My eyes narrowed as I spoke up, trying to keep my voice at a volume so only he could hear me. “Don’t involve me with any other ex-skulls. I already have enough to deal with.”

His head cocked to the side, strikingly similar to a growlithe. “But you’re an ex-skull too.”

My eyes rolled and I nearly retorted that my situation was far different than any of the other former team members, but the owner of the house cut me off. “Thank you, both of you.” She said, “He’s been rather bothersome lately.”

Hau grinned, “No problem at all, Ms. Hillel.”

I fumbled over my words, way too worried about striking a decent impression on Moon’s mother than I should have been. “Anytime.” Shit, why would you say that? It makes it sound like it’ll happen again!

She turned to me and held out a hand, “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name!”

I shook her hand, the acids in my stomach churning and swishing around in nerves. “I’m Gladion, current head of the Aether Foundation.”

“Oh!” She called, throwing a hand up in the air. “I know you then, Moon has told me plenty about you!”

That stomach acid was suddenly in my throat and I struggled to swallow it down. Hau snickered quietly next to me and I figured he was laughing at the color rising to my cheeks. “D-did she?” Why are you stuttering, idiot.

“Yes, of course!” A smile broke out across her face. Her posture shifted and suddenly she was inviting both Hau and I inside for a drink. Hau rushed in, clearly unfazed.

I probably would have denied the offer if he hadn’t already accepted it for both of us. Moon’s mom walked into the house and I followed behind slowly, nerves making every step feel like an earthquake as I entered the doorway.

Quaint was the only way I could describe the still new looking house. A lot of effort had been put into making the building feel like a home, plants stood in almost every corner and piles of blankets mounded on the couches in the living room. A collage of framed family pictures hung on the far wall of the room and I desperately wanted to go look, but I felt intrusive just wandering Moon’s house - even if her mother had invited me in. A plump Kantonian meowth was sprawled across the back of one of the couches and watched lazily, stretching and yawning, as I walked by. Everything about the place just felt warm, it was such a nice vibe. Something I’ve never felt.

Hau had disappeared down the one hallway in the house and it seemed Moon’s mom was bringing me that way as well. It was the first time ever that I felt envious of Hau… he felt so welcome in this house that he had abandoned all manners… not that he ever had any… he was just so comfortable, clearly had been here many many times.

The kitchen that I was led to was charming, well-used despite that the house had only stood for two years. The air was rich with the scent of sweets and home cooked meals. The wooden counter top dented and stained from many uses. Hau was seated at that countertop, pouring himself a glass of lemonade and humming.

Moon’s mother handed me a glass. “Would you like lemonade? Or something else?” She asked with an overtly kind smile on her face.

“Lemonade is fine.” I said with a forced smile back to her, hoping that it didn’t look to fake or dishonest. I let Hau fill up the glass and took a seat at the counter as well, feeling like a magikarp out of water in the middle of the room.

There was a stack of photos on the counter and I could just barely see that the top picture was of Moon. I so desperately wanted to leaf through the pictures but couldn’t bring myself to do anything other than move the cup of lemonade to my lips and back down.

Hau must have noticed them at the same time I did as he was suddenly boasting to the woman pulling out a cookie jar. “Are those pictures of Moon?! Can I see?”

“Those are photos from Oak actually!” She sat on the other side of the counter, snaking on a chocolate chip cookie. “I guess he took and collected some pictures of her while she was in Kanto and sent those to me! So sweet. Feel free to look through them!” She pushed the jar of homemade cookies our way. Hau dug his hand in and took out three cookies.

He half whispered to me, “these are the best cookies.”

My jaw clenched and I pulled one out for myself, figuring it was only polite to accept the offer. Shit these are good. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a homemade cookie… at least not one this good. There were a few lame attempts at cookie baking by the skull grunts but those always came out black and brick like at the best.

Hau placed the pictures between us, flipping through varying shots of Moon grinning at the camera. One specific picture resulted in Hau letting out a loud 'whoa!’ and Moon’s mom grinning.

The picture was framed behind Moon, her hood pulled up and hiding her face. She was on the back of a lapras and spread in front of her was a huge blue bird. The articuno she had been talking about a week or so ago.

“Isn’t that an awesome shot?” Ms. Hillel said, “I guess Lillie took that one.”

Hau’s eyes lit up, his already beaming smile somehow growing larger at the mention of my younger sister. “Lillie is so good with cameras!”

I continued flipping through, covering the grin that spread across my mouth as I saw another picture of Moon in those ice caves, she was standing with Lillie and both were making stupid faces towards the camera. I was just happy to see Moon still using my old beat up sweater, after two years of her trying to give it back.

Hau stayed at Moon’s mother’s house for another hour and a half and I stuck around with him if only because I didn’t want to be rude. I busied myself with inspecting the Kantonian meowth and trying to keep up with conversations between the two people in the house.

Eventually we left and both Hau and I walked through Hau'oli City to the marina. The sun was falling and I felt horrible for missing out on work for most of the day. I’d be lucky to get even forty minutes of sleep tonight with the amount of work I’d have to make up. I rubbed at my eyes, internally cringing at the thought of staying up long enough to see the sun rise. The only bright side was that I could maybe talk with Moon again, it’d been a few days and when we did talk it was short and quick… business related and nothing beyond.

Hau’s elbow was suddenly in my ribs and I flinched, putting more space between the two of us and shooting him a glare.

“Moon’s mom is pretty cool, isn’t she? I love hanging out with her!” He said, grinning.

I only nodded in response, not wanting to facilitate the conversation. As much as I hated the idea of going back to Aether for work, it was far superior to being alone with the human ball of energy. I could handle him in a group setting, or through text or call when necessary, but anything beyond that was just a bit too much for me.

“Have you talked to Moon, recently? I haven’t heard from her…” He looked down, “but I guess I haven’t reached out to her recently so that’s probably why.”

“Yes, I’ve talked to her. I’m sure she’ll be responsive if you message her.” I muttered, stuffing my hands in my pockets. Why even answer that question?

“What about Lillie? Have you talked to her?” Hau prodded.

I sighed, “Infrequently, yes.”

“We talk every day.” He said, gaze to the sky and his arms folded behind his head. “I hope you don’t mind if I date your sister.”

I stopped. “What?”

Hau’s grin turned nervous, “I have a thing for Lillie and I think I’m going to ask her out soon!”

My eyes rolled, “okay, great for you.”

“That’s all you have to say to that? 'Great for you’?” He huffed, “can’t you like… approve it?”

I grimaced and turned to face him, my arms crossing my chest. “First, asking for 'approval’ is a marriage thing and I’m not her dad. Second, how do you even know she’d date you anyway?”

He flinched as I spoke but retaliated fairly quickly, “I think she likes me back!” His confidence was surprising.

I hesitated, still not sure exactly what he wanted from me. So I shrugged and just said, “Go ahead and date my sister. You’re not total shit so I don’t care.”

He blanked, clearly confused by my choice of words. While he was stunned I gave him a curt nod and turned heel towards the marina, ready to be back at Aether already. I can’t imagine those two actually dating, but I guess I haven’t actually talked to Lillie for a while. She could be head over heels for Hau and I wouldn’t know anything about it. Maybe it was time to attempt to make amends with Lillie. Whatever it was that was still bothering her… whether it be stuff with mom, or anything else. I was kind of tired of the bickering.

She couldn’t be that mad if she was still talking to me though, and calling me stupid names…

Hau shouted my name and caught up with me, I sighed. “What now? I need to get back to work.” I snapped as I span to face him.

“Did you ask Moon out yet? She’s like my cousin you know, so I approve of it!” He beamed at me.

I stared blankly at him, grateful that my face wasn’t growing red from his question. I considered responding… but just turned and left instead. What I do and when I do it is none of his business anyway.

Work had me glued to my desk until around 3 am and even after that I tried to factor in time for the champion attack research. I was hitting nothing but walls with that and would need to actually make calls soon if I planned on making progress.

I let my head drop to the desk, the single moment of rest enough for my exhausted eyes to droop and the wave of sleep start to yank my consciousness away. The cold wooden desk was uncomfortable but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I struggled to remember the last time I’d slept in my own bed. I’d spent the last two weeks’ worth of nights on the couch in the office - sleeping long enough to function for at least half the day. My phone, resting on the edge of the desk and charging, started vibrating. The sound of it amplified against the hardwood that my ear was also resting on. I flinched and sat upright with a groan, reaching for the shaking plastic.

“Oy.” I grumbled as I answered the call, fighting back the yawn that was pushing up my throat.

“Goodnight!” Moon’s giggle over the line brought some energy into me. “You sound half asleep… go rest, dork.” I grinned, glad she had called out of nowhere.

“Nah, I can sleep when I’m dead.” I intended to joke but my voice was far to steady for it to sound like a joke.

“Stop. How are you supposed to be the president of a huge environmental organization if you don’t even get good sleep?” She asked.

“Well clearly exactly the way I’m doing it now. Considering Aether is fine.” I replied, resting my head back on the desk and letting my eyes close.

“But are you fine?”

I scoffed, “same as always, Moon.” Fine, fine, fine.

“I wish you wouldn’t do this to yourself.” She said with a heavy sigh, “you’ll get sick or something.”

“If I went to bed at a decent time I wouldn’t be talking to you right now, or hardly ever.” The overhead lights flicked on, startling me and making my bagged eyes burn with the sudden flash of brightness. I glanced to the doorway to see Wicke.

I held up a finger, signaling for her to wait. Then pointing to my phone. “Aw do you stay up just to talk to me?” Moon’s voice was oozing sarcasm, she knew I stayed up for work. But she’s not entirely wrong. I was always hoping to get a chance to hear her voice when I was up this late.

“Maybe that’s part of it.” I said, surprised I could hint at anything without wimping out.

I met Wicke’s gaze as Moon suddenly went silent on the other end. Cocking an eyebrow to encourage the woman to talk.

“Oh, sir, I’m sorry to interrupt. I wanted to inform you about the current progress reports and suggestions, but we can hold them off until tomorrow if you so please.” She said, eyes switching to look at the phone against my ear and a small smile appearing on her face.

Progress reports… that’d take an hour and a half to go through at the least. I had plenty stacked on my plate for the next day already, meaning that would likely be shoved off until later in the night tomorrow as well… forcing another long and grueling day… but I didn’t want to hang up on Moon, I wanted to actually talk with her tonight. A frown depend across my face, but that needs to get done and sent back asap.

“Did I tell you about my new Pokémon?” Moon’s voice said over the speaker near my ear. “I can’t remember if I did.”

My gaze hit the floor. “We’ll do it tomorrow.” Wicke said with a reassuring smile and an understanding wink. “Have a good night, sir.”

I was thankful she made the decision herself. “Thanks, Wicke.” I replied with a smirk as she ducked back out of the room. The lights stayed on but I didn’t much mind, it provoked me to actually go to my own room. “No you didn’t tell me about your new Pokémon.” I replied to Moon, stretching my free hand over my head until my shoulder cracked.

Moon talked about her little adventures in Johto so far, going on without needing much input from me. I spaced out more than I would like to admit but her voice, rising and falling with the emotions and reactions to her own stories, was so soothing to me. I eventually wandered back to my room, the small space feeling foreign after so many days away from it. Silvally had somehow made its way into the room and was sleeping in the corner. It’s large body squished between the wall and dresser and the position looked so awkward and uncomfortable that it made me laugh. Moon, startled to hear the noise, begged for a picture once I explained the beast’s unappealing choice for a sleeping spot.

I’d made the mistake of laying on my bed while we were still talking. The feeling of the soft mattress and the kinks in my neck and spine evening out made it hard to focus on Moon. She kept calling my name, bringing me back from the first stage of sleep repeatedly.

“Gladion!” She called again with an underlying laugh that struck me as slightly annoyed.

“Hmm, sorry.” I muttered, I sat up a bit hoping it would clear the sticky webs of sleep from my head.

“Sleep already, dork. We can talk next time your free.” My tired mind formed an image of her smiling as she said that, her ocean blue eyes rolling. I wasn’t sure why everyone was using strange terms in reference to me… Lilly with bub and Hau with… Arceus, I don’t even want to think about it… It was aggravating. Moon, though, calling me a dork whenever I did something she didn’t approve of… just the way she said it every time made my heart pick up pace just a little bit and caused a small grin to twist my lips.

“So tomorrow at four in the morning?” I forced a laugh, the sound breathy.

“Or when you take a break at work or something!” She sighed, “You know, I don’t understand why you’re so so busy with work all of a sudden. Before I left for my trip you had plenty of time to do things and talk almost whenever.”

“I took on more jobs. That’s why.”

“So what, you wrote yourself onto so many more experiments that you’re working yourself to the bone? It’s not healthy!” She sighed, “You need to stop with some of them.”

“I’m not signing off research projects. The whole team would be upset to see the president of Aether giving up on them.” I said through a yawn.

“You won’t be of any help if you end up sick though!” She said, sounding exasperated. I was surprised to hear her so upset about it. She’d said something about my lack of sleep and completely shot sleeping schedule almost every time we talked lately, but I didn’t think much about it… other than that it was sweet she was worrying about something so trivial.

“Why are you so worried about my sleep?” I asked, genuinely confused.

“Do I need to say it again? Didn’t I just tell you like two weeks ago?” She said, her words causing even more confusion.

“What? You never told me why…?”

“Because I care about you! I don’t want you working yourself to death or sick.” She said, her voice almost a shout. “Please try to get more sleep, even if it means we can’t talk for a while. Finish your infinitive amount of projects and sleep like a normal person again.”

I flushed, rubbing my warm cheeks as I formed my response to her. She did say that over text, after bombarding me with questions over getting drunk. It took a moment of me regaining my composure to actually speak, “The extra work fills the time until I can talk to you. It’s fine. I’ll figure out sleep at some point.”

She paused for a moment too. The acids in my stomach were churning and bubbling, she’s going to figure out how I feel about her if I keep dropping hints like this. I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to know yet… “Is that really how you see it?” She barely rose above a whisper.

“It is.” I muttered.

I waited for her to question why it was so important we talked. Waited for her to ask why I took on extra work just to fill my time. I waited for any sign of her understanding what was going on in my head and heart for the past year and a half, but she said nothing. I felt a strange mix of relief and disappointment over her not acknowledging those things. “Ok… well please plan some time for you too, Gladion. Time to rest.”

“I’ll try.” I laid back down, letting my eyes close.

“I have to go check on the eggs in Elm’s lab before I can go to bed. So I’m going to go do that now.” She muttered, sounding distracted - like her mind was focused on things other than what was coming out of her mouth. “Goodnight, Gladion.”

“Goodnight, Moon.” I muttered just before she ended the call. The length of time I was on the line flashed on my screen momentarily - well over an hour. I shoved the device onto the side table and pulled the lamp’s light out.

She’s going to figure it out. She has too…

Note: So I hope the length makes up for the fact that most of this chapter is just 'almost filler’/some fluff. Everything here matters, it just isnt AS important as other things. Oops~ Anyway, hope you enjoy! Thanks as always c:

#gladion x moon #gladion #gladion fanfic #lonashipping #mahinashipping #pokemon #romance #adventure #Hau x Lillie #through the storm #through the storm chapter eight

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lullabytaeyong · 2 years ago

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Beomgyu as a little! 🧸

A pretty independent little guy. Likes to go off on his own and be in control of his surroundings.

Either hyper or extremely calm, no in between.

Plays with animal figures like calico critters and creates set ups on his windowsill.

Stubborn about nap time and bedtime.

Subconsciously gives everyone puppy eyes. He can’t help it, it’s just how he looks up at people.

Munches on cereal while watching tv.

Nonverbal out of choice. He thinks in baby talk, but doesn’t like how it sounds coming out of his mouth

Sneaks an extra juice box out of the fridge.

Turns on music so he can slide around the floorboards with his socks on. Kai always joins him.

If it snows he presses his nose against the window.

Messy. He gets distracted and forgets to pick up his toys or craft supplies when he moves on.

Gets in trouble for hitting or shoving when angry.

Curls up on top of Soobin or Yeonjun and falls asleep easiest when they’re with him.

When upset they have pillow fights to make smile

Very observant! Especially about others emotions. He can tell when someone needs space or a hug.

Pretends to be a puppy and carries stuff in his mouth because it makes his hyungs laugh.

#kpop agere #age regression #agere community #sfw agere #little txt #txt agere #txt littlespace #caregiver soobin #caregiver yeonjun #little beomgyu #agere beomgyu #cute beomgyu #beomgyu soft hours #little tomorrowxtogether

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filosofablogger · 4 years ago

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Good Monday morning, my friends, and welcome! Joyful has gone to visit her grandmother again, and Jolly is not allowed in the kitchen by himself, which left little ol’ me to do all the cooking. And so, you may not find as much of a selection as usual, but Joyful will be back next week, so you can make do for this week. Larry, David, Emily and Larry … you’ll have to share a plate of bacon today, for one is all I have managed! How was your weekend? Mine? Don’t ask. But, a new week lies ahead, and for folks here in the U.S., it will culminate with a three-day weekend (Labour Day), so it gives you something to look forward to, yes? So, help yourselves to a snack and let’s try to start this week out with a smile, or maybe even a chuckle.

Benjamin’s juice boxes — but he’ll share if you ask nicely!

Now, I have never been a fan of thoroughbred animals. Personally, give me an ol’ mutt any day over a purebred poodle or whatever. I’ve never even considered paying for a purebred pet … but I know that many people place some value on breeding … both of animals and people. Sigh.

Anyway, Double Diamond is a sheep. He’s been bred to perfection, apparently, though I’m for sure no expert on sheep. But, I have to question the sanity of the person who bid and paid nearly a half-million dollars for ol’ DD!!!Well, I have to admit that ol’ Double Diamond has … um … shall we say … one certain attribute! Hung well, DD!

Now, my first thought when I heard he had been auctioned off for some £368,000, or approximately $491,390.40, was … how much are they gonna have to charge for each lamb chop??? How many lamb chops even come in a sheep? But then I came to understand that DD was not purchased to butcher and sell the meat, but rather for breeding purposes, and … it still didn’t make a lot of sense, but then, I’m not a breeder. (I still think it’s stupid to pay that much for a single animal, though.)

Well, Jeff Aiken and two other breeders were the winning bidders, so I hope they get many years of cute baby lambkins out of ol’ Double Diamond, and I hope that DD has a great time in the process, as I imagine he will!

A hair-raising tale …

Now, I’ve never really warmed to the Mohawk hairstyle for men, but after a couple of friends went with a Mohawk, I decided it wasn’t really all that bad. But this …

A Minnesota man broke a Guinness World Record when his hair was styled into a Mohawk that measures 42.5 inches high. Joseph Grisamore said he initially attempted to break the Guinness record for the world’s tallest Mohawk in 2007, but his hair fell short of the needed height. Grisamore’s attempt for the 2021 Guinness Book of World Records took place at Family Hair Affair in Park Rapids, where stylist Kay Jettman spent hours working on his hair with help from wife Laura and mother Kay.

The stylists said it took a half can of Got2B Glued Blasting Hair Spray to make Grisamore’s hair remain vertical. Take a look at the results …

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I think it’s time to hop over to Phil’s Phun … for some ‘toons and memes … don’t you?

Folks, I’m sorry today’s Jolly Monday is a bit short, but it’s a bit hard to see what I’m doing from down here in the rabbit hole, so let me just finish with a cute animal video featuring one of my favourite critters — koalas!!!

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I hope you all have a great week ahead and that the holiday weekend will bring you some much-needed joy! Please remember to share your smiles … I could even use one if you have a spare. Love ‘n hugs from Filosofa, Jolly, and Joyful!

Jolly Monday Rides Again! Good Monday morning, my friends, and welcome! Joyful has gone to visit her grandmother again, and Jolly is not allowed in the kitchen by himself, which left little ol’ me to do all the cooking.

#cute animal video #Double Diamond #koalas #Phil&039;s Phun #record sheep sale #tallest Mohawk

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grubhivemind · 8 years ago

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--supersonicFoxtrot [SF] began pestering primadonnaTartuffe [PT]--

SF: >Yo!!!<

SF: >sup online party gurl<

PT: oh haaaay.

PT: not much im just winding down for family festivities.

SF: >o right its human egg day or sumthing<

SF: >rite?<

PT: right you are.

PT: the eggman has risen on this day.

PT: my boyfriends dad always makes a big deal out of holidays so i crashed that affair.

SF: >lmaooo<

SF: >noice<

SF: >i got to say egg rising man day is so confusing sounding culturally<

SF: >sounds like ur celebrating massive birthdays<

SF: >or troll babies<

PT: no you see this is the time of year we celebrate dr robotik aka eggman well known nemesis of sonic the hedgehog.

SF: >who now wut face?<

PT: dont be so fucking insensitive towards my culture.

SF: >ur human customs are WEIRD ryanne<

PT: is it WEIRD to paint eggs with your sonic ocs???

SF: >um yah<

SF: >why do u want to paint EGGS<

SF: >when u can eat them<

PT: why not both?

SF: >do u do both?<

PT: YEAH. painting them doesnt make them inedible.

SF: >o well shit<

SF: >pfft well I hope u ate a lot of eggs<

PT: im just FULL of eggs.

SF: >pfftt<

SF: >so full of eggs u might as well be<

SF: >a mother grub<

PT: thats me. one big elegant mama.

SF: >snrk<

SF: >beautiful<

SF: >I guess tho cus of ur human holiday<

SF: >u aren't around to hang out<

PT: eh well me and my folks came home.

PT: i could sneak away for the rest of the evening.

SF: >OvO<

SF: >lets sneak out and party<

PT: yeah buddy.

PT: where you wanna meet?

SF: >I'm fine meeting wherever<

SF: >but how bout the park near the skaianet buildin<

PT: ah yes i know it well.

PT: ill be right there.

SF: >sweeet<

SF: >catch u there<

NELLIE: -Whenever Ryan shows up there in the future, Nellie is already in the dimly lit park.-

NELLIE: -He's trying hand stands on his hoverboard like a dorkus.-

RYAN: -wanders over, hands in the pockets of her hoodie. when she sees this goofy boy, she snorts.- ohhh wow im so impressed.

NELLIE: -He doesnt hear her and she goes unnoticed until his hover board pivots around so hes facing her and then he startles a little. Enough to fall off his board and flop to the ground right on his ass.- OOF!

NELLIE: Oh. Hai, Ryanne.

NELLIE: -Snrks and hoists himself back up onto his feet to dust himself off.-

RYAN: -grins- hey.

RYAN: didnt know you were a boarder.

RYAN: can i see it?

NELLIE: Pfft. Yah I've picked it up over the last few years. -Snatches the board out of the air and then offers it to her.-

NELLIE: Yuh know how to stand on one?

RYAN: yeah sure. i used to steal my brothers all the time. -takes it and lies it down in front of her before she starts to climb up on it.-

RYAN: -wobbles- ohhh shit. its been a while tho haha.

NELLIE: -Watches her wobble and snickers.- Here want a hand?

NELLIE: -offers his hand out and goes to stand next to the board.- Just dont go tuh high or yuh will either fall off or drag me up hehe.

RYAN: -places her hand in his just to balance herself- lol i would consider the latter but im not strong enough to lift you. so wed have double trouble there.

RYAN: -lifts off the ground and takes her hand with her so she can zip around a little. she definitely seems competent with this thing. suddenly she's having flashbacks to dirk teaching her how to use a hover board...-

NELLIE: -Good! That she doesnt fall anyways.- There yuh go!

NELLIE: Yuh got this gurl. -Makes sure to stay as her balance point.- Yuh have got the hang of this.

RYAN: hell YEAH i do!! PCHOOOO.

RYAN: -but she gets bored right away, slowing to a stop. she stays hovering there for a moment though.-

RYAN: so what were you thinking about partying?

NELLIE: Hmm!

NELLIE: Well we culd do a lot of things.

NELLIE: We culd go out. There are clubs and bars and stuff still open. Or we culd hang out here sum more. Or go anywhere.

NELLIE: -Grins at her.- Partying is sub ject uv.

RYAN: -thousand yard stare. teetering back and forth on this board.- i wanna go to a club... -kind of trails off like there's an implied BUT-

NELLIE: -Raises a brow at her implied but.-

NELLIE: Well oh kay then lets go tuh one ell oh ell!

RYAN: ...

RYAN: yeah alright. -she tells herself she won't drink, she'll just dance.-

RYAN: -hops off the hover board.-

NELLIE: -Well there are other things to do at clubs besides drink.-

NELLIE: -Anyways the moment Ryan hops off is when Nellie hops up and mounts his board before once more offering her a hand.- Here cum on up. Dunt worry I can balance us both, and its faster tuh get tuh this place I know.

RYAN: well up i go again. -takes his hand and hikes back up onto the board.- where we headed? i probably know it.

NELLIE: I like this place called The Aquarium. Its gut all those surfaces that are really fish tanks. Its batt shit awe sum!

NELLIE: Oh kay suh hold ontuh me so yuh dont go flying off. Oh and once we start moving I wont be able tuh keep reading yur lips cus I'll be focusing ahead. if yuh need sumthing just tap me, oh kay? -Once she is up and steady, Nellie kicks them off and they start zooming through the air at high speeds. Its only because he has a passenger that Nellie wont show off and do flips.-

RYAN: -read her lips? HE WAS DEAF THIS WHOLE TIME AND DIDN'T TELL HER? wow. incredible. except she doesn't even care. she holds onto him with one arm and waves an ok hand :ok_hand: in his face before they take off.-

NELLIE: -He forgets to tell people Ryan. Nellie used to advertise it more but over the years he has gotten so used to reading lips and speaking without sign language that it just slips his mind most of the time. Also he doesnt see why it would matter either.-

NELLIE: -Thanks to his speedy flight skills, they arrive outside the club before too long. Nellie slowly lowers the board closer to the ground so they can hop off.- Ladies first.

RYAN: oh thank you. :yum: -plops onto her feet and steps away fro mthe board to give him room, also to approach the building. she's definitely familiar with it. if she recalls correctly, it was fairly new before she left skaia. but maybe she's thinking of something else. her memory of that time is pretty hazy at this point.

NELLIE: -Once Ryan is safely at a distance Nellie dismounts his board and before he hits the ground he stores it back into his sylladex. How cool is he? Not at all...-

NELLIE: Oh kay suh we heading straight in? -Offers Ryan his arm.-

RYAN: -was he being cool? she didn't even see because she zoned out, but her attention snaps back to him when he speaks. it takes a moment to register the question and the arm being offered to her, but she loops hers in his and nods.-

RYAN: lets do this shit.

NELLIE: -Aww thats okay, she will get other chances to see him try and be cool later.-

NELLIE: -Maybe.-

NELLIE: Hell yah. -He is going to walk her up to the doorman, they dont even have to wait in line too long and as long as they both flash their IDs (Nellie will cover the entrance fee for Ryan) they get in without any hassle.-

NELLIE: -Inside the club music is pounding, people are crowded on the dance floor which is see through into a large tank filled with all sorts of strange and wondrous sea life, and there are drink servers dressed in dazzling mermaid themes. There are cocktail menus based on shipwrecks and tropical fish, and the several bars placed around the club and each one features tanks of different species of small critter, from colorful nudibranchs to hue flashing cuttlefish. Its an all over kind of ridiculous venue.-

RYAN: -yeeees. she is all about this aesthetic and that bass is already infecting her, getting her pumped up and bringing her right back to the frequent evenings she spent in clubs just like this one.-

RYAN: -bobs and shimmies into the crowd, dragging nellie with her. she'll make her way to the bar eventually, but first she has to dance her way through all these people. and sing along to the music playing, of course. she turns towards nellie to dance at him. GET IN ON THIS BRO.-

NELLIE: -Now it is his turn to be led. Nellie laughs as Ryan pulls him into the crowds after her, and when she starts to dance he is only a little hesitant to join her. Usually he is not a big dancing person given that he has a hard time noticing rhythm, but clubs like these always blast the music hard enough that he can physically feel the beat and thats why he likes this place.-

NELLIE: -He is going to gently hip check Ryan, watching her sing but hardly being able to make sense of it anyways.- Heheh!

RYAN: -she's a firm believer that you don't need to have rhythm to dance... you just need it to be GOOD. and being good ain't what dancing is about.- oohp! -laughs and bumps him back with her big butt. then falls into a butt bumping rhythm.-

NELLIE: -Good thing its not about being good because hes really not. But he can butt bump! And he will keep it going so long as she does.-

NELLIE: Oh kay suh yuh can ride a hover board and dance?? Daaayyyuuummm!!

RYAN: im skilled in all sorts of things. -snickers and starts wiggling her way in the direction of the bar. mimes throwing a lasso at him and pulling him in to follow.-

NELLIE: Um I bettah get tuh see the rest of these things then. -Yes please guide him around. Truth be told its great to just follow around a strong personality person sometimes, and Ryan fits this criteria for him.-

NELLIE: -Hes going to slide up to the bar next to her tough and start looking over drinks.-

NELLIE: Wuts yur poison?

RYAN: -it's ALL poison.- mmm... -it's a little overwhelming since she hasn't really been to a club where she can order GOOD drinks in a while. she's mostly been dipping into the hard lemonades when she's feeling weak.-

RYAN: ill take a blushing margarita first off.

NELLIE: Blushing marga rida? -He hasn't heard of that one before, but hey learn something knew each time you go to the bar. Hes going to flag down the bar tender for the both of them and order her one, and a screwdriver for himself.-

NELLIE: -They are quickly prepared and placed in front of the two of them on little anchor themed coasters. Nellie sips his the moment is ready and turns to chin hand at Ryan.- What do yuh think of this place so far?

RYAN: -SCHLOOORP.- i think its the bees fucking knees my dude.

RYAN: i was right tho... ive been here before. its just been a while.

NELLIE: Yah? How cum? Yuh got another place yuh like tuh go tuh now?

NELLIE: This is my personal fave I think.

NELLIE: I really like watching all the fish ell oh ell. -He snickers and sips more of his drink.-

RYAN: mmm. well...

RYAN: last time i was here it was before i moved.

RYAN: see i moved from skaia to lopan for a while.

RYAN: but i ended up comin back a few months ago. and uh... i havent done much social drinking since then. -says this guiltily... but nothing she can't drown down.-

NELLIE: -Dont worry Ryan he isnt going to pry. Nellie is a strong believer in leaving the past in the past.-

NELLIE: Aww well thanks for cuming out with me tuhnight if its not usually yur thing.

NELLIE: Also well come back tuh skaia!

NELLIE: Consider this yur late homecoming.

RYAN: thanks man. -yeah... she's definitely not gonna elaborate if he doesn't ask. sips this drink.-

RYAN: maybe ill join ya from now on if you frequent this place.

NELLIE: Um Im all abut that?

NELLIE: Im always looking for new pals tuh hangout with. -Gives her a fangy grin.-

NELLIE: I dunt always go here though. I also dunt mind partying in the cumforts of hive yuh know?

RYAN: yeah dude thats got its merits too.

RYAN: if you wanna low key kinda party. which isnt always my thing necessarily... im a go big or go home kinda gal.

RYAN: ... -sips- a bad analogy. but you get what i mean.

NELLIE: -Raises a brow at her.- Yah?

NELLIE: Sounds like yuh know how tuh have a gud time. Got tuh say its been a while since I've intentionally gone hard at anything.

NELLIE: I kinda am used tuh coasting over a long period of time.

RYAN: hahah thats probably smarter anyways.

RYAN: but what the fuck is moderation i ask.

NELLIE: A suggestion probubly?

NELLIE: At least thats how I take it.

NELLIE: Treat yurself yuh know.

RYAN: -laughs a little about that. hoo boy... that's some shitty piece of advice right there, but she really is not equipped to argue with it. not when deep down it's something she agrees with anyways.-

RYAN: darn fucking tootin. -downs this drink and flags the bar tender over for another. it begins.-

NELLIE: -Oh shit, she finished that quick. Nellie doesn't want to seem like a light weight to his new club buddy, so of course as Ryan flags down the bar tender he swings back the last of his vodka and orange juice in one go so he can get another and they can be even.- (Shiiiit.)

NELLIE: Oh kay Ryanne we should like.

NELLIE: Yuh should tell me more about yuh. Or wait like. We culd play a game like tuh lies one truth.

NELLIE: Or whutever its called hahah.

NELLIE: I want tuh know more about yuh.

RYAN: oooo i love games like that.

RYAN: let me think. :thinking: -grabs her new drink and sips thoughtfully.-

RYAN: ok i got it.

RYAN: my mom is a famous musician. :microphone:

RYAN: this isnt my natural eye color. :eye:

RYAN: ive never ridden a horse before. :horse:

NELLIE: OOooooohh oh kay, oh kay um.

NELLIE: -Squints at her as he thinks.- Yuh said yuh sing. And yuh can dance... suh the mom thing might be true...

NELLIE: Im pretty sure thats yur eye color...

NELLIE: Nuh, I'm going tuh say yuh have never ridden a horse befur.

RYAN: ding dong you are wrong.

RYAN: my mom IS famous. you ever heard of robyn saint?

NELLIE: -Dramatic gasp.-

NELLIE: The Rob bin saint?????

NELLIE: ....pfft nuh, I'm not really a big music guy.

RYAN: wow i cant imagine WHY.

RYAN: shes kind of niche anyway so im not surprised when people havent heard of her. plus she hasnt been super active for a while... kind of a moldy oldie lmao.

RYAN: anyways ive DEF ridden a horse before.

RYAN: my big brother used to take a bunch of us kids in the family to horse ranches because hes like unhealthily obsessed with horses.

NELLIE: Hahah wow.

NELLIE: I saw a horse like. Once.

NELLIE: -Finishes his second drink and places the glass down on the bar with a pleasant sigh.-

NELLIE: Oh kay suh my turn then? Hmm.

NELLIE: I graduated wuth a degree in arow-dinamics.

NELLIE: Ive never been ahrested.

NELLIE: I'm lactose intollerint.

RYAN: ooooo tough... :thinking:

RYAN: im gonna say you got an aerodynamics degree.

RYAN: becaaause i choose to believe theres a fun story behind you getting arrested and also that you dont suffer from an affliction as terrible as lactose intolerance.

NELLIE: NUPE!

NELLIE: I cant touch cheez without suffuring. And also I never finished school feeding ell em ay oh. -He snickers.-

RYAN: damn!! thats the saddest thing that ever got said.

RYAN: the cheese thing... ive never gotten proper schooling either haha.

RYAN: :eyes: but you have been arrested?

NELLIE: Yahhh it sucks majer bulge.... Still doesnt stahp me from eating it though.

NELLIE: -Orders himself a third screw driver.- And eyup.

NELLIE: I went tuh jail for like a month tuh. It wus a real long time ago.

NELLIE: Yuh are technically looking at a reformed felon.

Sari-04/18/2017

RYAN: :scream:

RYAN: can i ask what you did?

NELLIE: Heh well...

NELLIE: -Sips more drank.-

NELLIE: Mostly shop lifting.

RYAN: oooo mostly. i cant believe im fraternizing with a deliquent. -snickers-

RYAN: ol sticky fingers nellie.

NELLIE: Hahaha yuh thats me.

NELLIE: I wus a thief. -Among other things...-

NELLIE: Now I just fly ships and get high on thuh weekends.

RYAN: takes breaks from flying high to fly high. sounds like a good life to me.

RYAN: im still... between careers lol. i think i mentioned that. i cant remember.

NELLIE: Yuh might of but I didnt remember either though haha.

NELLIE: Thats oh kay though.

NELLIE: -Taps his fingers on the bar.- Hmm.

NELLIE: Also like.

NELLIE: If its a gud life yuh want to try. Its still kind of the week end?

RYAN: ... -I shouldn't, I really really shouldn't. she keeps telling herself that.-

RYAN: i mean i aint about to deny the invitation.

NELLIE: -He is grinning more now and straightens himself up.- Well shit.

NELLIE: Then like. I've gut stuff at my place? Yuh know anything about Wish?

RYAN: -finishes up THIS drink quickly too.- sure ive heard of it.

RYAN: never tried it before tho.

NELLIE: -:eyes:-

NELLIE: Duh yuh want tuh?

NELLIE: I'm a little new tuh it tuh but.

NELLIE: I like it. A friend shared it with me suh its only right i give the same chance tuh another.

RYAN: sharing is caring after all...

RYAN: lets do it.

NELLIE: It shure as hell is. -He winks back and then slides the bar tender money for the drinks they've had so far.-

NELLIE: We culd head there now, or keep hanging out here for a while more but.

NELLIE: If we duh stay here I'm cutting mahself off suh I can still fly us back safe.

NELLIE: Its up tuh yuh, Ryanne.

RYAN: hmmmm.

RYAN: eh we can split. im feeling a little crowded anyways.

NELLIE: Well in that cayse. -He stands up from the barstool and offers Ryan his arm.-

NELLIE: Can I escort yuh out, buddy?

RYAN: -slides off and loops arms with him once again.- such a gentleman.

NELLIE: I try. Cunsider it making up for being an ex con.

NELLIE: -He is going to lead her through the crowds and out the nearest exit then. When they get back outside into the fresh night air Nellie decaptchalogs his board again and once more will help Ryan up onto it with him. He's not too wobbly despite having three drinks in him.- I'm fifteen minnuts from here, suh same rules as last time tap if yuh need somethin!

RYAN: -she's feeling a little woozy after getting onto her feet, which is strange to her. her tolerance used to be much higher but then again she's been sober for like 9 months now. she nods in understanding, clambering up onto the board with him.-

RYAN: right right i got you.

NELLIE: Oh kay then hold on tight! -Once he says that Nellie is zooming up into the night sky. He goes pretty fast, but stays in control the whole time. Zipping through the air on a hoverboard is like second nature to him after all these years.-

NELLIE: -They arrive at his apartment building in the time that was promised. More specifically they arrive on the roof and Nellie leads Ryan down a set of fire escapes after tucking away his hoverboard again. After that he just slides open the window to the livingroom and presto!- Heh, hivestem sweet hivestem.

NELLIE: -He slides on in and then will give Ryan a hand if she needs help getting in.- Pretty sure mah roommate is out until wednesday but if yuh feel like sumthing is watching yuh thats probubly her ell oh ell.

NELLIE: -The place isnt too fancy. But its got a decent kitchen, and furniture. There is one full bathroom and two bedrooms that branch off from the living room.-

RYAN: -thanks for the help friendo. she slips inside, pointedly ignoring the gut feeling she has that this whole situation is wrong and she should know better. she doesn't even know nellie that well, and yet she's throwing caution to the wind and accepting drugs from an acquaintance someplace she's unfamiliar with. just like the good old days...-

RYAN: its cool im always down to be watched.

RYAN: -distracts herself from her inner turmoil by wandering around the place, inspecting anything and everything there is to look at.-

NELLIE: -Its a nice place! Its well lit and there are video games and movies on the shelf by the tv. The couch is covered with strewn blankets (Whoops he didnt know he'd have company) but overall its pretty homey.- Oh kay yuh chill out for two seconds I'm going tuh get the stuff. Bee are bee.

NELLIE: -He waves her towards the sitting area and she can sit on the couch or the arm chair near the coffee table. Nellie slips towards one of the back rooms, and when he comes bag he has an old fiduspawn card tin in his hands.-

RYAN: -flops onto the couch and makes herself cozy, looking around until he returns.- oh shit is it time to duel?

NELLIE: -The blankets are very cozy, soft and clean smelling if she wants to get super comfy.- Heh, yah always??

NELLIE: -Sits himself on the floor and puts the tin on the coffee table before opening it. Inside is a collection of weed, cigarettes, a nasal spray bottle, and then a bunch of these strange body patches.-

NELLIE: -He takes out the bottle and a patch.- Oh kay suh yuh have got options here. I never used this spray but its a more direct and faster high? Suh yuh can use it if yuh want. Im a fan of these though. -Holds up the patch.-

NELLIE: It melts intuh yur skin over time suh its a longer lasting high.

RYAN: hmm... -considers her options carefully.-

RYAN: okay like.

RYAN: its not gonna kill me if i take a shot of this and then slap on a patch is it?

RYAN: im talking immediate health risks. im well beyond the long term kind.

NELLIE: Proububly not? I mean I did tuh patches at once this one time.

NELLIE: But yuh are going tuh feel that shit pfft.

NELLIE: Its kind of a high like weed. But more in the front of yur pan if yuh get that?

NELLIE: Makes shit heavy and light at the same time. Warms yuh up.

RYAN: oh okay that doesnt sound so bad.

RYAN: -grabs that nasal spray.- gonna get me a WHIFF. -examines this bottle to assess how it's used before she does the honors. WHOOF. she seems a little surprised, blinking and shaking her head after it tickles up her nose.-

RYAN: alright alright. now slap me with one of those thingers. i dunno where the ideal place to stick it is.

NELLIE: -Watches her figure out the spray and snickers a little as he hands her a patch.- Peel off the back first. And I like tuh put them on the small of mah back.

NELLIE: Or shoulder. -He takes a patch for himself, peels off the back and lifts his shirt and sticks it on the skin of his shoulder. Nellie then rubs the patch just to warm it up faster so his body can absorb it sooner.-

RYAN: -peels off the back of the patch and lifts up her shirt around her middle, slapping it onto her back. depending on where he's sitting, he might catch a glimpse of the tattoo covering almost all of her back when she leans over.-

RYAN: cool. now the party can truly begin.

NELLIE: Hehe hell yah. Let me know if yuh want snacks or sumthing tuh? Ive got stuff tuh munch on.

NELLIE: -He just catches the sight of her tat out of the corner of his eye and he leans a little to try and see more of it.- Oooh.

NELLIE: Thats sick looking? Yur tattoo.

RYAN: oh yeah. let me give you the full experience. -lifts her the back of her shirt up higher since it goes all the way up to her shoulder blades. a beautiful blue and pink peacock tattoo stretches over the expanse of her skin.-

RYAN: okay its not the full experience because otherwise id be flashing my ass at you.

NELLIE: Pfft. Well thanks. -But still :eyes: all over the designs.- Wow.

NELLIE: Nuh seriously thats sum amazing werk.April 20, 2017

RYAN: right? theyve got some killer tattoo artists on lopan.

RYAN: you ever go there much? i bet youd be into that scene.

NELLIE: -Shakes his head.- Nahh. But now it's on my list ell oh ell.

NELLIE: Whut kind of place is it?

RYAN: shit dude its like the night life planet.

RYAN: great for partying. great for artsy folk. but thats in the cities.

RYAN: in the desert its junker city like its star wars or some shit.

NELLIE: Wait junkers? Whut can yuh buy parts out there? -Hes all about old ship junk.-

NELLIE: If suh then yah this seems like a place I need tuh guh tuh ay ess ay pee.

RYAN: -smirks and nods- yeah exactly like that.

RYAN: makes sense. most of you space truckers are into that it seems like. -tilts her head, resting it on her hand and equilibrium seems thrown off so suddenly she almost falls over to the side. whoa there. guess this shit is kicking in and she's got lead in her head, but it must be the airiness keeping her upright..-

RYAN: im feeling it mister krabs.

NELLIE: -Ryan please do not fall over, he would feel real bad if you did.- Oh em gee.

NELLIE: Well take it easy oh kay? -His is a slower building high, but Nellie can really start to feel his body warm up as the drugs are absorbed into his system.- Ahh its the shit though rite?

RYAN: its real nice dude... im starting to chill way the fuck out now. hahaha. -passes a hand through her hair.-

RYAN: you said something about snacks?

NELLIE: I probubly did.

NELLIE: Yuh like popcorn. Chips?

RYAN: why not both?

#supersonicFoxtrot #primadonnaTartuffe #in which ryan falls off the wagon #cw: drug use

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