#can't allow these two to wander around unsupervised

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Scott is very glad to announce that implementing this measure has tremendously reduced the number of incidents involving these two

[starlingflight]

Ginniversary Drabble 9

Prompt: B1 - You sort of start to believe anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.

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It had been an exceptionally long morning. Not, as Harry would have preferred, because of any threat posed by a dark wizard, but because of the sheer amount of tremendously boring meetings he was expected to attend in his new position as the Deputy Head of the Auror Office. 

His eyes flicked to the clock on the far wall of the stuffy meeting room he'd been sequestered in for the past hour. They were now two minutes over the allotted time to discuss the thrilling topic of the proper layout of risk assessments, and still there was no end in sight. 

Harry stifled a yawn behind his hand. Across the table, Hermione was still scrawling furiously across her parchment; it was almost like being back in History of Magic. 

Except he had never been rescued from History of Magic by a very sheepish looking trainee popping their head into the room and declaring, “sorry to interrupt, Mr Potter, but your wife is here, and she says she needs to speak to you.” 

Hermione looked up sharply from her parchment, throwing him a questioning look across the table. Harry shrugged wordlessly, torn between utter delight at being saved from the drudgery of the meeting by an alternative as pleasant as Ginny, and concern that she'd apparently shown up, unplanned, in the middle of the day. 

He wasted no further time excusing himself from the table and slipping out the door, where he immediately found Ginny awaiting him in the corridor beyond. 

“Sorry,” Jenkins, the trainee, said. “I told her I'd fetch you, but she wouldn't wait at your desk.” 

Ginny shook her head. “And I told you, I'd find him myself, if you'd just tell me where he was.” 

In fairness to Jenkins, he only shrunk slightly under the weight of Ginny's accusatory glare. “I'm sorry, Mrs Potter, but as I said, I can't allow you to go wandering around the Ministry unescorted–” 

“Well, I'm escorted now,” Ginny said sharply. Her hand slipped into Harry's, and he couldn't help but notice it was trembling slightly. “Consider the Ministry safe from the threat of an unsupervised Quidditch player.” 

“Thanks, Jenkins,” Harry said in a slightly more amiable tone. “I've got it from here.” 

A look of relief washed over Jenkins’ round face. He nodded his head sharply in acknowledgement of the dismissal, and then quickly took off down the corridor in the direction of the lifts. 

“Are you alright?” Harry asked, now able to focus all of his attention on Ginny. Her hand was gripping his tightly, and her foot was tapping impatiently against the polished wood floor. “I think you might have made Jenkins cry.” 

Only one side of her mouth curved into a smile, and even that quickly fell again. “Surely he's got to have more fortitude than that if he wants to be an Auror.” 

“We usually start them off with something a little bit less intimidating than your temper.”

Her laugh was short; Harry suspected she'd given it over reluctantly. “Is there somewhere private nearby?” She asked. “I don't know this floor.” 

They were on one of the lower levels, a rarely visited section of the Ministry that was, in Harry's opinion, a fitting location for the pointless meeting he'd just escaped. 

He could take her back to the Auror Office, it was almost lunchtime; no doubt he'd be able to find a spare meeting room now, but he could feel nervous energy radiating off Ginny in waves, and he doubted she had the patience for the journey. 

Moreover, Harry doubted he had the patience for the journey when every moment he spent in Ginny's mysteriously agitated presence was causing trepidation to rise more strongly within him. 

“Come here,” he said decisively, pulling her a few steps down the hallway until he reached an innocuous wooden door. It opened to reveal a small, tidy broom closet. 

Ginny hesitated for only a moment, casting him a doubtful look, before ultimately stepping inside. Harry followed her in, letting the door fall shut behind them with a soft click. 

“Lumos.” 

The light from his wand cast an ethereal glow over the tiny space, illuminating the stacked boxes of Magical Mess Remover, several ancient sweeping brooms, and Ginny's tense face. 

Her hand tightened in Harry's; she drew a deep breath. “This is really not the appropriate place to tell you this.” 

“Tell me what?” Her nervousness was infectious in the tiny broom cupboard; his stomach began to tie itself in knots. 

“I probably should have thought of some clever way of doing it.” 

His nerves seemed to tense beneath his skin. “Doing what?”

“I was going to tell you at home, but I couldn't wait that long, it was torture–” 

“Gin, you're torturing me.” 

“Right. Sorry.” She slid her free hand into the pocket of her robes with agonising slowness. When she removed it, she held a small glass bottle out to Harry. 

He placed his wand on the stack of Mess Remover boxes, angling the ignited tip at the vial and illuminating the vibrant purple potion within. 

“Purple for positive,” Ginny said, her voice unnaturally high. 

“You're–” Harry didn't manage more than a single word; his mind was reeling, his brain had ceased functioning, and the only thing his instincts told him to do was pull Ginny closer. 

He felt her breathe a sigh of relief against his lips, and then he was kissing her with such ferocity that neither of them could catch their breath. 

The knots in Harry's stomach unwound, replaced by soaring elation that set his head spinning faster, and made clinging onto Ginny even more necessary than it usually was. 

His elbow knocked into the stacked boxes beside him, sending them tumbling. His wand clattered across the floor. 

Ginny broke apart from him. They were both laughing breathlessly. 

“You're happy then?” She asked, her grin visible even in the dimness of the cupboard. 

“Yeah,” Harry tried to frown, but his smile seemed to be permanently fixed to his face. “Did you think I wouldn't be?” 

“I thought you might be a bit anxious,” she admitted, still smiling widely. “It's a bit of a daunting prospect… y'know, raising a child… making sure you don't mess it up.” 

“True,” Harry agreed, though the scope of the task did not seem capable of penetrating his europhoria at the current moment. “But, you see, the thing about being married to Ginny Potter, is you sort of start to believe anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.” 

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Run, Human... RUN. part 8

Warnings: violence, blood, torture, extreme physical trauma and sickness, muzzled

"Tyleet... it's okay, I understand you're hurt, and scared, and confused..." Alexa spoke to him softly, gently, fighting to keep the excruciating pain from leaking into her voice.

"Please let go," she said quietly. "I didn't mean to scare you, I promise I'm trying to help..."

Tyleet's fangs stayed locked deep in her hand, but she could sense his hesitation, the force of his bite lessening just a hair, as though he were considering releasing her but was too scared to. His eyes became lucid for a second, as though he almost recognized her, but then they clouded with fear again.

"Please," Alexa repeated, though this time it was more like a desperate plea, begging. She didn't want to die. She remembered her teammate's blood curdling screams as a bat-man's venom coursed through them, killing them from inside.

The tension in the room was palpable, Alexa holding her breath anxiously. When suddenly, the door slammed open, and Violet came barging in with two armed men hot on her heels. Her face was pale with panic, and she was holding a black device in one hand.

Tyleet suddenly released Alexa and let out a ragged wail of agony, screaming and convulsing against his restraints while she watched on in horror, yanking her hand back with a gasp as soon as the teeth left her flesh. She hadn't noticed until now the thick metal shock collar around his neck, that was linked to the device Violet was holding.

His body spasmed and seized with electricity, and he slumped limply forward against his restraints when the spell ended, panting hard and sucking in gulping gasps of air as tears of pure pain rolled down his cheeks, head lolling against his heaving chest. Quiet whimpers and choked sobs broke up his shaky breaths, and Alexa whirled on Violet, fury painting her features.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" She shouted, horrified.

"He was going to kill you! I just saved your life!" Violet roared back with equal anger. "What were you thinking, taking the muzzle off! WERE you even thinking?! It was there for a reason! I came rushing down here as soon as I saw you on the security feed! And you're sure lucky I arrived when I did."

"Stop that! You're torturing him!"

"I'm punishing him. There's a difference. The shock collar's there to control him and keep him from lashing out like he just did." Violet's tone was clipped as she gestured to her two men, who stepped forward, one scooping up the bloodied muzzle from the floor, still wet with foamy saliva.

Tyleet was trembling all over as they approached him, eyes huge as they locked onto the muzzle being raised to his face. He squirmed, trying weakly to fight back, do anything to keep from having the cruel muzzle put back on, but Violet held up the black device she was holding, a finger hovering over the shock button threateningly.

Tyleet immediately froze with a quiet agonized whine, reluctantly allowing the second man to grab his jaw and roughly open his mouth so that the metal bit could be forced back in, practically going down his throat and pressing painfully against his tongue and the torn corners of his mouth. He gagged and choked before acclimating as the man let go and the first man set the leather part in place, strapping it tightly back on before stepping back.

"Alexa, we're leaving. Now. You must have really hit your head hard to be making such poor decisions -- I need you to pay Dr. Hawks a visit to check you out, and make sure you're mentally stable enough to be given free leash to wander around the facilities unsupervised," Violet growled angrily.

Alexa spun and gaped at her in disbelief. "I'm not sick or injured! I'm just ticked that you're treating him like an animal!

"Because he is an animal!" Violet snapped. "Why can't you see that?! He's vicious and dangerous and needs to be kept in check! I mean, you were literally just bitten by him!"

Alexa narrowed her eyes at her. "He's not an animal. He has a voice, and can speak. When I was out in the forest, he could talk to me. Coherently."

"Alexa... it's a literal monster. It can't understand you."

Alexa shook her vehemently. "He can," she insisted fiercely. "He can understand, and he can speak English... barely."

Violet pinched the bridge of her nose with an exasperated groan. "Even if that were true, it doesn't change the fact that he can kill us. He was also probably just mimicking and parroting whatever you were saying. Certain precautions must be taken--hey!" She reached out a hand as Alexa spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, but Alexa swatted her hand away angrily.

"Don't touch me! I just... I need some fresh air to clear my head." She left Violet in stunned silence, stalking off and not stopping until she'd reached the front doors of the military base. Strange... she didn't remember there being quite so many guards posted there.

"What's going on?" She approached one she recognized for answers. Jason.

Jason's shoulders were stiff with unspoken tension, but his expression softened into an easy smile upon seeing Alexa. "Welcome back to the land of the living," he teased. Alexa didn't acknowledge the joke, jumping straight to the point.

"Why are there so many guards here?" She demanded again, eyeing the high-power rifles they all had. Jason's face fell.

"More of those ugly bat creatures have been spotted lingering around the base, too close for comfort. They've got us totally surrounded. We can't send any teams out to go hunting or searching for resources until they leave and it's safe, and it doesn't look like they'll be moving away anytime soon. It's like they're waiting for us to leave the safety of the military base to attack."

"When did this start?"

"The day you brought your 'pet' home. And those freaks have been hanging out close by ever since."

Alexa knew what he was referring to... who he was referring to. An uneasy shiver ran down her spine. Was it possible... that they'd been followed back to base the day Tyleet had been captured? Were the bat-like beasts in the forest waiting for the opportunity to rescue their friend? But she'd seen the way Tyleet told off the man who had attacked her when she'd run away from his dwelling, despite the man being more than twice his size. He'd spoken with such power and authority… like he was giving an order…

By the stars, it all made sense now. How didn't she realize it before?! Tyleet wasn't 'just a friend'... he was the freaking bat-people's leader.

"Hello? Earth to Alexa? You okay?" Alexa blinked as fingers snapped in front of her face, and she realized she'd been staring off into the distance in her shock.

"Is that a good thousand-yard stare or a bad thousand-yard stare?" Jason laughed, but it was strained, and his eyes were wide and worried. "You were spacing out pretty hard just now."

Alexa shook her head to clear it. "Yeah--sorry--I just thought of something important. I'll see you later!" She whipped around and took off to find Violet, leaving Jason in stunned silence.

If Alexa's theory was right, the surviving human colony was in a lot of danger. It was strange to think of Tyleet as being a leader, with how timid and uncertain he'd always seemed around her, how vulnerable, not showing many leadership qualities. But maybe that had been to hide his real power all along. It wouldn't be the first time powerful leaders had been drastically underestimated.

Alexa remembered many years ago in a time when she had been part of a separate colony of survivors, before meeting her new family at the military base. Their leader at the time had been the polar opposite of what she would have expected; shy, introverted, socially awkward, non-confrontational... but on the battlefield, it was like he was a different person altogether -- cruel and calculating, barking orders and winning fights. A bold and self-confident man. Too bad the fatal human virus had gotten to him.

She was becoming more and more sure of her theory with every hurried step she took, until she finally burst into Violet’s office.

"I thought fresh air is supposed to be relaxing, but now you look even more frazzled than before!" Violet remarked, noticing her disorderly appearance. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Alexa took a second to catch her breath before speaking. "Jason told me about the bat-people surrounding this place..."

"Yeah? And?"

"I think it's because we have one of their kind captive here." Alexa swallowed hard. "They want to rescue him."

Violet snorted. "Mindless beasts don't 'plan' things, much less coordinate with each other to stake out a building to 'save' one of their own. The pack of bat-people is probably just passing through."

"No! You're not listening! They have human-like intelligence, I told you the story about how Tyleet saved me when I was about to die! That was compassion. Are 'mindless animals' capable of such a human emotion?"

"Oh? So the thing has a name now?" Violet arched an eyebrow.

Alexa's face scrunched with frustration. "Yes he has a name, and he has an entire culture and complex lifestyle you know nothing about! They're complicated creatures. Not animals." She rarely took that tone with anyone, but she didn't care as she leaned over Violet's desk, face grave and desperate.

"You have to let Tyleet go. The bat-people won't leave us alone without him." She decided to leave out her theory about him being the leader of the hostile tribe. Violet would probably think she was even crazier for it. "I think the bat-people are surrounding us to cut off our resources. As long as they're lurking in the forest, no one can leave here to find food. They're cutting off any hope of getting resources to force us out. And we're already running thin on food as it is."

Violet sighed heavily, massaging her temples. "While I highly doubt the monsters are as sophisticated as you say, I can't deny what you're saying. But if it is true... then the one we have in captivity might be the only thing protecting us from their wrath. The other bat-people clearly don't want to attack while he's in our possession and risk us harming him. We hold the leverage over them."

Alexa stared blankly at her. Was she serious?! "But--"

"--Non-negotiable," Violet interrupted. "The bat-boy in our possession isn't going anywhere. He could be our only hope of creating a weapon against the bat-people. By studying him, we can exploit his weaknesses and find a way to use it against his kind and defend ourselves. Find something to level the playing field."

"He's not a blasted science experiment!" Alexa argued, bristling at the notion.

Violet narrowed her eyes, then rolled them in exasperation. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately, ever since you got back it's like you're a whole different person. Did something happen to you in that forest that messed with your head?"

Alexa stared for a long second, before averting her gaze, forcing herself to relax with a sigh. Fighting Violet on it was pointless. But... she couldn't let her continue to torture Tyleet in the name of science. The kind-hearted bird-man didn't deserve to suffer like that. So... it seemed it was up to her to do something about it.

"No, sorry... I'm fine, just getting used to being back," Alexa muttered, then left Violet's office. Her chest was tight with anxiety as she made her way back to where Tyleet was being kept after swiping a pair of keys off a guard. She had to get him out of here before Violet or anyone else killed him. It was risky... but she owed it to Tyleet.

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[summonerscenarios]

Ello! I can't get this out of my head but I like to imagine the protag loving to draw and doodle, and when they run out paper they draw using marker on their arms or legs and wanted to know how the rest of the summoners would react to seeing the protag show up to class one day with their arms covered up with random doodles they drew on themselves the night before out of boredom dksbsksns

Shiro knows about your doodling habits - during meetings he’s watched you doodle patterns on your fingers and hands as you listen to the latest news and updates, and just as often has watched you after said meetings having to viciously scrub it off over the safehouse sink because of the stains using markers and pens have left behind on the tables. It’s never been too much of an issue though, since you only resort to doodling on yourself when you’ve got no paper on hand, so Shiro’s been mindful of having a notebook or two stowed away at the safehouse for you to doodle on while you’re there. With that being said, that only accounts for the safehouse and not whenever you’re not there, so keeping up your paper supply in your room has always been your responsibility. So when you run out, on top of being bored in the late hours of the night, you end up drawing patterns on your fingers, then your palms, then the back of your hands, then your forearms...With class being on the next morning you’d had to rush out of your room before you’d had the chance to clean up your arms, so when the Summoners see you there’s a mixed bag or responses. Shiro just about topples out of his chair when he turns around as sees you enter the classroom, grinning as you offer the Summoners a wave and move to toss your bag onto your seat. Your arms are covered in drawings, all the way up from your hands to your elbows and disappearing under your shirt - he’s never seen you get so far up your arms with your doodlings before, and many of them are so neatly packed together you could almost say they looked like tattoo stencils. Most of the marks stick to one color, but there’s a couple that differ and those are the ones with more detail - clearly, you’d gotten carried away on them, but not in a bad way. Even though they’re only temporary, Shiro has a feeling that if one of the stricter teachers catches you, you’re going to end up getting an earful about the drawings and tells you that it might be a good idea to roll your sleeves down just in case one of them’s teaching this class. Sure enough, Mr.Triton comes in not a moment later and you drop your arms from your desk, tugging your sleeves back down to your wrists as you cast Shiro a sheepish grin at the close call.

Kengo has absolutely let you draw on him whenever you’ve run out of paper at the guild house - his arms are thick and broad giving you more than enough space to doodle just about anything you want. It’s gotten the two of you scolded more than once because he wouldn’t tell you to stop and you could quite easily doodle up to his elbows if left unsupervised, but of course this is mostly outside of school hours since you’ve got plenty of paper to doodle on when you’re in school or at your dorm. So that’s why Kengo does a double take when you come strolling into class covered right up to your elbows (and probably above if he’d have to guess) in just about every color marker that you possess. Kengo doesn’t even need to ask you why your arms are covered in scribbles, instead when you sit down Kengo shuffles his desk as close to yours as he can, asking if you’d brought any of those pens with you. In response you smirk, fish around in your pockets, and retrieve some metallic markers as you gesture for him to budge closer and uncap the gold stationary. It’s a miracle the two of you don’t get caught, considering you’re exchanging harsh whispers, with you biting back snickers as you chide him to keep still, and him trying to flex his arm because you’ve kept it pinned in one place for so long. You have to admit, the metallic markers look damn good on him, a mix of bronze, gold and silver making for some cool looking patterns against his skin by the time that you’re satisfied enough with your work to stop. You’re just thankful that the two of you don’t get called out on your arms, but you don’t stick around long enough to get stopped anyways, the two of you booking it the second that the bell rings and down the hall as Kengo brags about the new penwork you’ve given him.

Ryota loves to doodle with you! Whenever you’re drawing at guild meetings you’re quick to offer him one of your pens or markers and shuffle next to him so that the two of you can draw things together. He thinks you’re way more talented at it than he is, but he likes seeing how happy you get whenever you’re doodling, and he enjoys hearing you praising the drawings he makes by the time that the two of you have filled in just about every spot of the page. Sometimes he’ll see you drawing on your hands, but you never draw any higher than your wrist and he honestly thinks that your drawings look so pretty on your skin, especially the ones where you use bright colored ink! He just thinks it's sad you have to wash away all that hard work by the time you’re done, so you end up taking a picture of them whenever you make a new pattern on your hands. However, for what it’s worth he’s never seen you doodle on your hands in class, maybe because you could probably end up getting told off if you got caught doing it in lesson. That soon changes when you end up having to rush into class after staying up late doodling, not having the chance to clean up your arms by the time you have to leave to get in on time. You hadn’t even thought about rolling down your sleeves until you enter the room, and you can see Ryota’s expression light up at the sight of your arms when you drop down into the seat next to him, sleeves up to your elbows revealing a fraction of the doodles that now decorate your skin. He leans over to look at them, wondering how long it took you to finish drawing on your arms - everything looks so detailed! You must have been up for ages last night to get them all done! You nudge one of your arms against Ryota’s comparing your doodled arm to Ryota’s significantly less doodled one and hum in thought; then, you reach into your pocket and dig around for one of your pastel markers, pulling it out and showing it to him as you ask if he wants some. By the time the class is over Ryota’s got some pretty yet subtle new doodles thanks to you, fanning out across his palm, back and fingers ending just shy of his wrist; he’s happy as he admires them, and you can’t help but find yourself smiling at how good the patterns look on him as you fish out your phone, reaching out for his marker covered hand with your own and interlocking your hands as you snap a few pics to commemorate your newest doodles.

Toji nearly chokes when he sees your arms, not realizing that they’re drawings until you sit down and rest your arms on your desk, doodle covered fingers tapping on your desk as you wait for the class to start. Similar to Shiro, he’d say that it would probably be a good idea to cover up your drawings lest you want to get scolded by the teacher, only to watch you shrug and grin in response. Toji does allow his eyes to wander over some of your drawings, and for what it’s worth they are rather visually appealing; some of the markings are flowers, detailed lines to make up specific patterns, and others are scribbled words hidden between blocks of art close to the inside of your elbow. It’s clear you let your creativity run away with you when you were drawing, though he’s sure drawing them on paper would avoid the future hassle of trying to scrub them all off when the time came. You catch him staring and tug your sleeves up a little further, saying that if he thinks those are cool he should see the ones on your legs - you had a way bigger canvas to work on the little details on the images you drew. Toji gives you an incredulous look, searching for your bluff, but he realizes it’s not when you reach down you tug up your pant legs. He doesn’t get the chance to see the doodles in question when the teacher walks into the classroom, and at the sight of Mr. Triton you just about yank your sleeves down, flashing a convincing innocent smile as you greet the teacher like nothing’s out of place, catching Toji shaking his head out of the corner of your eye.

Moritaka has seen you draw on both your own skin as well as others whenever you’re bored and have no paper to use; however, he’s never seen you doodle anywhere past the wrist, sticking to just the palm of your hand or your fingers since you don’t always have time to sit down and focus when you’re not at school or at the dorm rooms. Which is precisely why he doesn’t expect you to come into class with pen markings up your arms, past your elbows, and even disappearing into your shit. When you take a seat next to him, Moritaka turns to greet you briefly, only just catching sight of your arms on your desk when he turns back to face the front. He looks again, then again, and by the third time his eyes are comically wide as he tears his gaze away to look at your face, brows raised as he looks into your face for some kind of explanation. Your only explanation is that you were almost late and didn’t have the time to scrub it all off before you had to get into lesson, though you take advantage of the opportunity to show him some of your favorite doodles. Leaning over to his desk you show him some of the things that you were able to draw the night before, still as vibrant as when you’d first drawn them; on one section there’s even a collection of flowers close to the center of your hand, with one of them being a peony that you can’t help but quip that it looks pretty close to Moritaka’s mark. You remark that you guys can match now and Moritaka finds himself chuckling a little at how proudly you show them off; though you unfortunately don’t have the time to show him much more than that, as being close to the front when the teacher walks in you drop your hands into your lap to hide the majority of marks, whispering to the therian that you can show him all the rest once class is over.

[hexmachinations]

Is poro! Is snuggly! Is adorable ram creature! Gives snuggles! Is friend? Friend of poro?

"Are you professor Heimerdinger's?" the scientist wondered out loud upon hearing a quiet and uncharacteristic sound at his feet. He leaned away from the table, abandoning his research for the time being, and leaned down to pick up the fluffy being. The detail, such as the poro having two brown eyes, indicated that the little poro did not belong to that of the academic staff. At least not to his knowledge. For all he knew, only Heimerdinger allowed his loyal poro to wander around with him, and the animal was nothing but an obedient companion.

"Hmm, no," the zaunite concluded. His slender fingers brushed against the soft fur before he took his cane and stood up. Jayce was missing currently, and the inventor had absolutely no clue as to how it got in. The door was closed when he approached it and took a look outside. Even the hallways seemed to be void of life.

"Well, I can't keep you here now, can I?" the young inventor ran his slender fingers across the soft fur, possibly the softest material he has ever come across, before Viktor returned to the workshop. It would be unreasonable to leave the poro just wandering, albeit he was certain the little critter would find other students or professors a more enjoyable company. Viktor inhaled deeply and limped towards the little kitchen corner. He could return to work, but would the presence of this sudden guest guarantee security when unsupervised? Absolutely not. At least based on the children's books he used to read. Poros were sometimes accompanied by mischief and this was simply not something he wanted to risk.

"Sweetmilk," he introduced the white liquid in the bowl as he nudged it closer to the white ball of fluff. "It's... sweet. And it is milk." He had a glass in his own hand too and as he raised the cup to his lips, Viktor began to question the level of his exhaustion; why was he explaining such details to an animal that could certainly determine that the beverage was good for consumption. When the poro finally started lapping at the substance, Viktor couldn't contain a chuckle that made his shoulders shake a little. "Oh, Jayce is going to love this."