#thorri

[bigslappydaily]

[sweetmctart]

do u think that when ppl in big deal (jason, brad, lineman, lua, etc) get mad at jake they steal his dentures

like they jus snatch them n the entire day jake keeps his mouth shut bc he’s embarrassed until he apologizes

[davemustaine]

hey what's good, i'm unemployed and would absolutely love it if you gave my etsy shop a look. i sell button pins and theyre mostly like rare 1980s metal designs but there's some other stuff in there as well <3

[loudmound]

i've been stalling on the silent hill requests mainly because i can't decide what medium i want to do the rest of them in, so...

[self-spaghettification]

i really wanna hear what aaravos sounds like, trying to seduce charm people, when he has a head cold

[ispreadrabieslikewildfire]

Hi hi!! Checking in, how are you? :33

OMG AHAJAHAIAHAIHAIA IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE THIS !! IM HERE NOW YIPEE 🎉🎉🎉 IM GOOD IM DOODLING STUFF KINDA LATE ATM BECAUSE THERE WS SOME STUFF I NEEDED TO DRAW FOR SOME PEOPLE BUT OTHER THAN THAT ITS PRETTY CHILL !! WBY HOW ARE YOU DUDE !!

[castellla]

kikuri and seika broke up cause she said she wouldn't bite down hard while giving her a beejer (promised, in fact) but she was Too Drunk and did anyway. oopsie

[chiisomandi]

one of the main things i dislike about going to the dentist is how sudden i become aware of my tongue

[spark-glow]

8, 14, 16, 22, 37, and 44 for Kicking Horse (:

― KICKING HORSE .

8.) Do they collect anything? If so what, and why? -

Don't tell anyone, but she quite likes pressing plants! She's got a whole book of 'em that she keeps with her in her saddle. I think she does it because it's a little way for her to keep memories of all the places she's been.

She also likes to collect hats, but that's kind of a wider posse thing I think. If you know, you know.

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14.) Do they have a hard time opening up to people? -

Immensely, to the point that I don't think she ever truly ever opens up again fully after the loss of her wife.

She's someone that has seen a LOT of turmoil in her time. It's difficult to survive what she's survived and not come out hurt in some complex and indescribable way. And it's horrible, because I think some people have opened up to her, but she just... can't reciprocate correctly. She tries, and she will feign something of the sort, but it's not as authentic as it could be.

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16.) Do they have or want kids? -

When Chases The Bear was still alive, she certainly did want children. They both would have been fantastic parents, but... things just don't go your way sometimes.

She thinks about it a lot, I think. That sort of energy goes towards the animals and her posse these days. The horses especially.

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22.) Would they ever betray someone for money? -

This depends entirely on who the 'someone' is. If it's just some random schmuck that happens to be caught in the situation, then... perhaps. There would be a lot of factors at play in that decision, and it wouldn't be made lightly.

If it was one of her posse members? Absolutely not. Never in a million years. To her, if you start betraying the people that're supposed to be at your back, then you're just asking to find a knife in it one day. You treat those close to you like you're blood and you usually end up on top.

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37.) Are they religious? If so, do they have a strong sense of faith, uncertain, or somewhere in between? -

Kicking Horse was born in a time where scrutiny against indigenous religions was really at it's peak, so she unfortunately isn't as knowledgeable as she could have been. That being said, she's not entirely disconnected either, and she does carry a deep reverence for what she's been taught. This is especially true for her as a wichakte. Being two spirited is as much of a religious experience as it is a sexuality and gender experience, and she never forgets that.

I could be here forever deconstructing this lmao.

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44.) Who, if anyone, would they trust with their deepest secrets? -

The only 'person' that knows all of her secrets is Chumni. She'll whisper to her all day long about her woes. As we've established, she wouldn't dare tell another human any of that stuff, but Chumni is special. She listens, and she listens closely. She's probably her best friend in the entire world.

It's this dedication to keeping these secrets that really takes the posse off guard when she eventually disappears and subsequently commits suicide. No one knew. Not a soul. It sucks.

[littlefang666]

Your onor i DETEST these accurate accusations adn i BEG to be nice to me please

[violent138]

Dick, back from an undercover mission: "All right, fill me in. Tell me everything I missed."

Steph: "Won't take long. Only three things happened. Jason chipped his tooth and had a lisp for a week."

Jason: "Lithen up, theeven. I'm Thorry, did I thay thumthing amuthing to you? Anther me, you thun of a birth!"

Duke: "Number two, Stephanie and Damian wore the same outfit to work one day."

Steph: "How does it look better on you?"

Jason: "And Bruce banned headphones while masks are on, due to the Tim Incident."

Tim, rolling his eyes, shouting across the Cave: "I like listening to music sometimes! Patrol gets boring!"

Dick: "Great recap."

[star-har]

hi lovey 🩷 may i request gojo x reader tooth rotting fluff where she makes him fairy bread for first time, or baking a pie that he hasn’t tried yet before. we know how he’s an absolute sweet tooth and would lose his mind over his lover feeding into his addiction lol 🍬 loved nightmare so much :’)

“i made you a snack.”

you stand in the doorway to the living room and gojo’s sprawled on the sofa, lights dim as he switches pause on whichever reality show he’s stumbled on this time.

he turns to look at you with furrowed brows and a smile. “just what are you doing up this late, hmm?” he sweeps his legs off the couch, silently asking you to take the seat beside him.

this is one of those nights gojo is struggling to sleep. the gash in his side is painful, a sharp throb spiking his back with white, hot pain every few minutes. and no amount of painkillers are helping, really.

“i made a snack!” you smile, pushing off the door frame, carrying a plate of what looks like toast.

“a snack,” gojo repeats, turning to face you automatically as you fall beside him, one leg thrown over his lap and the other crossed beneath you.

you offer a nod. “it’s a turkish snack.”

gojo’s heart warms and his blood bubbles, eyes softening. he knows it’s an attempt at comforting him and his aching side, and you’ve never been a night owl — so the gesture of you waking up this late just to ease some of his pain makes gojo wants to kiss you senseless.

he nearly does, mind you. if it weren’t for that plate in your hand, he’d have tackled you into the couch as soon as you sat down.

“woah— that smells— woah.” he pauses and snatches one of the desserts off the plate.

“it’s called bal kaymak.” you start, smiling as he digs his teeth into it, snapping off a bite. “it’s basically just toast, cream, and then honey on top.”

he groans and licks his fingers of the dripping honey sliding down to his palms. “this is just—" he cuts himself off to swipe some cream off his lip. “this is just cream, honey, and bread?”

“mhm.”

“really?”

“yes.”

“holy fuck,” he curses, staring incredulously at the toast in his hand and he eagerly snags another bite.

you grab your own toast and snatch a bite too. “i knew you’d like it!”

“you do realize it’s midnight, right?” he says then, leaning back against a cushion, comfortable.

you snort. “please, like you’ve never had a midnight snack.”

he shrugs, leaning in for a kiss which you give happily, lips slanting with his. his tongue sweeps your bottom lip, swiping off the honey that lingers there.

“hey, you stole my toast,” you pout when you catch the empty plate in your lap and he shoves the entire dessert into his mouth.

you quickly realize then his little kiss had merely been a distraction to keep your notice away from his thievery. you scowl.

he scoffs lazily. “what?” his voice is muffled from the toast.

“‘toru!” you smack his arm and turn around, pushing off from his side but he drags you back with a sharp tug of your hand, dropping you into his lap.

“i’m thorry!” he mumbles then moans as you nudge his forehead with your thumb, pressing your knees into his hips.

his gash hurts with the movement, but he musters his pain and swallows the remnants of your bal kaymak, hands holding your hips.

“i’ll make it up to you,” he says, voice dropping to a low thrum, lips sliding to the crevice of your neck, tracing up your throat.

“no.” gojo smiles— ever the stubborn woman.

“oh, come on,” he sighs, pecking your lips. “i’ll watch a movie with you.”

another kiss.

“I’ll stay home from work tomorrow.”

another kiss and this one piques your interest. “you will?”

“add another one of those toasts into this deal,” he whispers and nudges your hips further against him, lips on your collarbone. “and i’ll have you for dessert next,”

you grin and clamber from his lap, bounding to the kitchen.

gojo finds then, that his gash, is not a pain that will matter when you’re back by his side anyway.

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i thought this would turn out betterrr but oh well!! thank you for this suggestion love it was so cute! my friend introduced me to this snack one day and I actually fell in love and so as soon as i saw this request, i knew just which treat i was going to do!! thank you so much mwahh ik it’s not the pie or fairy bread u requested but I still hope u enjoyed!

tysm nightmares was sm fun to write I’m so glad u enjoyed !

kisses,

har <3

[mapsontheweb]

Words and archaic words for "February" in various dialects and languages.

Important: many of these words are quite archaic. Take Germany and Scandinavia for example. Very few people there would have heard these words except if their (great)grandparents happen to have said it. Februar(i) is universal now.

The change from the ancient Norse "Thorri" to "Góa" was in the middle of February, so it is interesting to see that parts of Norway have used "torre-month" as February, while others use "Góa-month". In Iceland and much of Norway it never got this change of meaning though, and is only used for the old month system, not the Gregorian calendar.

> "Tærrin me sett skjægg låkke bånna utom vægg. Goa me sett grin jåggå bånna in" > "The Tærri with his beard tempt the children out. The Go with her grin chance the children in". > - Saying about the weather.

Otherwise the map got quite crowded. Hope it wasn't too bad!

by jkvatterholm

[hiercphant]

𝐇𝐄'𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍... 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘  𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄,  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒,  of  billie  dozing  off  next  to  him.  his  lack  of  awareness  isn't  intentional,  necessarily;  he's  just  hypervigilant  of  his  surroundings  in  situations  like  these,  with  too  many  people  &  far  too  much  noise  for  his  comfort.  in  an  attempt  to  catch  a  break  from  the  chaos,  he'd  gravitated  to  billie  at  some  point  with  only  a  smile  as  a  greeting  —  reminiscent  of  the  lectures  they've  had  together,  where  he'd  happened  to  sit  beside  her  &  then  decided  (  again,  subconsciously ��)  to  sit  in  the  same  spot  for  the  rest  of  the  semester.  despite  their  interactions  being  mostly  limited  to  their  shared  classes,  he  feels  a  strange  sense  of  comfort  as  he  settles  into  the  spot  beside  her  —  absentmindedly sipping  the  drink  he's  procured  &  people-watching.  a  silent  agreement  to  keep  each  other  company  amongst  the  cacophony  of  it  all.    he's  in  the  middle  of  watching  a  group  of  girls  fawn  over  each  other's  dresses,  eyes  narrowed  &  one  skeptical  eyebrow  lifted,  when  he  finally  notices  that  her  head  is  resting  against  the  peak  of  his  shoulder.  his  head  quickly  turns  to  look  down  at  her.  for  a  split  second,  he's  worried  —  is  she  feeling  sick  ?  is  she  unconscious  ?  —  until  he  senses  the  slowed,  gentle  lull  of  her  breathing,  &  realizes. . . he's  become  a  pillow.   if  it  were  anybody  else,  he'd  be  waking  them  up  expeditiously  —  in  fact,  he  probably  wouldn't  even  warn  them.  he'd  just  get  up,  let  them  startle  themselves  awake  as  the  rug  is  yanked  out  from  under  them.  but. . . instead,  because  it's  her,  he  very,  very  carefully  leans  back  on  the  loveseat  they're  seated  on,  making  himself  comfortable  without  waking  her,  even  propping  a  foot  up  against  the  edge  of  the  small  table  in  front  of  him.  he'd  be  content  to  sit  here  a  while,  he  thinks;  feeling  vaguely  similar  to  moments  in  his  life  where  he's  had  a  sleeping  feline  in  his  lap  —  rearranging  his  suddenly  inconsequential  plans  for  the  next  however-many  minutes  until  she  wakes  up.  his  gaze  flicks  to  her  occasionally,  just  every  couple  of  minutes  or  so,  checking  to  see  if  she's  still  asleep.  &  she  is,  until  — a  shriek  erupts  from  that  same  group  of  girls  he'd  been  people-watching,  &  he  works  his  jaw,  shooting  an  involuntary  glare  in  the  direction  of  the  offender  (  though  he's  sure  she's  not  looking,  &  even  if  she  was,  he'd  probably  look  psycho,  sending  a  stranger  such  an  injurious  look  for  seemingly  no  reason  ).  he  looks  down  at  billie,  &  before  she's  even  finished  apologizing,  he's  shaking  his  head  quickly.   ❛  no,  no,  ❜    he  reaches  for  her  hand  in  an  instinctive  attempt  to  soothe,  noting  the  redness  to  her  cheeks  &  the  embarrassment  welling  in  her  eyes.   ❛  it's  —  it's  okay.  it's  fine.  you're  fine.  ❜    he  nods  quickly,  hoping  he  sounds  reassuring  rather  than  irritable  (  he  has  a  hare  time  differentiating  the  two,  according  to  third-party  sources  ).  he  offers  her  a  weak  smile,  glancing  around  —  some  weird,  primitive  instinct  to  check  for  threats,  maybe  —  before  looking  back  down  at  her.   ❛  this  is  exhausting,  isn't  it?  �� it's  then  that  he  looks  down  at  her  hand  in  his,  his  eyebrows  furrowing  as  he  notices. . . a  speck  or  two  of  dark,  crimson  red.  dried  blood  —  miniscule,  but  clearly  recent  injuries  scabbing  over.  he  turns  her  over  to  inspect  her  palm,  concern  flashing  across  sharp  features.   ❛  what  happened  to  your  hand,  b ?  ❜

it's  a  little  chilly  out,  but  that's  to  be  expected  for  this  time  of  year.  early  september  doesn't  broker  much  warmth,  but  it  isn't  as  cold  as  it  will  be  in  the  coming  months.  it's  nice  out.  or,  maybe,  the  warmth  has  less  to  do  with  the  weather  and  more  to  do  with  her  company. her  eyelids  sink  down  and  she  blinks  them  back  open. her  hands  still  sting  from  the  cuts  dotting  her  palm;  a  natural  consequence  of  trying  to  clean  glass  with  unprotected  hands.  it  doesn't  hurt,  though.  not  as  much  as  she  deserves,  probably.  she  lazily  runs  her  fingers  over  her  palm,  over  the  small  cuts  littering  her  skin.  the  panic  from  earlier  has  abated  to  something  manageable  now:  a  dull  roar  in  the  back  of  her  skull,  a  twist  in  the  depths  of  her  stomach.  she  blames  that,  too,  on  kaleo's  presence.  she  sits  at  (  @hiercphant's  )  side,  coming  down  from  the  atrocity  that  happened  earlier.  her  heart  pounds  a  slightly  elevated  rhythm,  but  it  doesn't  plan  to  run  away  from  him.  it  sits  between  the  two  of  them,  calm  and  lulled  into  a  sense  of  safety. (  like  she's  okay.  it's  almost  troubling,  the  way  he  so  easily  makes  her  feel  like  she's  okay.  ) on  the  rooftop,  they  can  still  hear  the  cacophony  of  sounds  drifting  up  from  the  banquet.  it's  all  white  noise  to  her.  with  the  panic  toned  down  and  her  body  reeling  in  the  aftermath,  everything  is  distant  ⎯⎯⎯⎯  hazy.  the  people  that  pass  through  her  life  are  clouds  drifting  by,  so  far  away  that  she  can't  do  anything  more  than  stretch  her  hands  towards  their  divinity.  they're  concepts  more  than  they  are  people.  she's  a  specter  rather  than  a  fuck  up,  and  the  rest  is  confetti. the  liminality  rests  a  hand  against  her  skin,  caressing  her  cheek,  and  guides  her  head  down.  her  eyes  flutter  shut  and  for just  a  moment,  she  fades  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯  then  there's  a  noise  from  behind  them,  a  loud  shriek  of  a  girl  at  the  bar  that  dissolves  into  raucous  laughter.  eunbi's  head  snaps  up  and  she  blinks  rapidly.  did  she  just  ⎯⎯⎯⎯  ?  "  i'm  so  sorry,  "  she  says  to  kaleo,  heat  spreading  red  hues  beneath  her  cheeks.  she  adds  that  to  her  rolodex  of  mistakes:  falling  asleep  on  someone  who  might  not  even  consider  her  a  friend.  "  i'm  sorry.  i  didn't  .  .  .  "  didn't  mean  to  let  her  guard  down;  didn't  mean  to  feel  so  safe  and  warm  that  she  fell  asleep.  "  i'm  sorry.  "

♡      ’      ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯      closed starter. rooftop, after dinner.

[sil3ntfr34k]

(I’ve been losing my fucking mind recently)

All Postal Dudes Thoughs

Postal 1 Dude is so fucking scared all the time. Like he hardly ever has truly quiet moments where he’s completely relaxed. Champ does help here and there with his anxiety, but an unknowing dog can only do so much.

To keep up with the timeline of Postal 1 Dude and Postal 2 Dude having champ, The original Champ with Postal 1 Dude is the father of Postal 2 Champ. Postal 2 Champs actual name is Champ Jr., but Postal 2 Dude just calls him Champ bc he forgets about the Jr. part����

The Postal Dudes have not bought their Champs a toy in years bc they know Champ will just tear it apart in milliseconds. Instead, they just find random dog toys outside (steal them from backyards) or a stray ball to give to Champ. They don’t even clean it off or anything, they just give it to him as it

Postal Dudes don’t like video games, but they still appreciate the arcade. They don’t spend a lot of time there, but they’ll play games for at least 10 minutes before getting bored again.

All Postal Dudes have some form of schizophrenia. Postal 1 dude is the worst of them all, having delusional thoughts, hearing quiet whispering voices, seeing strange objects or movement just out the corner of his eye, and having extreme social anxiety with paranoia. Postal 2 Dude has the potential to be as bad as Postal 1 Dude, but they come more in episodes than having them present all the time. Postal 2 Dude is also able to go into public without worry unlike Postal 1 Dude, yet the paranoia will still hit. Postal 4 Dude has it the ‘easiest’, only having quiet distance voices and small amounts of social anxiety, but he’s able to control it the best. (I don’t know enough about postal 3 or postal brain damaged I’m thorry 😔)

All Postal Dudes had a very small phase where they liked to dress up Champ. For like a week, Champ had a mini wardrobe of jackets, shirts, hats, and even sunglasses. Champ actually didn’t mind it, he was just happy to be included. If you knew the Postal Dudes during this phase, you could walk into the front yard and Champ would greet you in a very nice shirt with a small pair of sunglasses and a hat.

All Postal Dudes have vocal stims. Postal 1s is small bird chirps, Postal 2s is “WakaWaka” (Pac-Man), and Postal 4 is “Boomshakalaka”. They are all old if you couldn’t tell…

(All I can think of rn, very small 😔)

[scorchieart]

That Time Jin Had a Toothache 🍭🦷

Jin: Make hathte! Look upon your ailing brother and heed what becometh the man who over-indulgeth in pleathure!

Yves: You ate four candied apples and chipped a tooth. 

Jin: Excuthe me. A chipped tooth, three cavitieth, and thwollen gumth. Don’t thkimp out on my eulogy. 

Yves: I’ll be sure to mention your noble sacrifice— 

*Jin reaches for a bear-shaped cookie. Yves swats his hand away* 

Yves: Are you serious right now? 

Jin: Cut me thome thlack. Luke made thothe when he heard I fell in the line of battle.

Yves: Stop acting like a martyr, you glutton.

Jin: Everything I do ith in martyrdom, little brother. The eldetht readily thaccrificeth himthelf for the betterment of the flock.

Yves: Be quiet, we’re not birds. And you’re melting the ice with all that hot air you’re spewing. 

*Yves adds a fresh pack of ice over the melting one on Jin’s cheek* 

Yves: Euugh! And you got spittle on the cushions, too! Keep it in, will you? I cannot understand half the words you’re saying anyhow.

Jin: Aww, but you had the cutetht lithp ath a child, Yves. Made the whole palath thquee every time you opened your mouth. I remember it took yearth till you finally got Thariel’th name right. Thariel… Th-th-thariel… Yiketh, that’th a toughie.

Leon: Ah, dude. Now you’re getting spit all over my fancy suit.

Jin: Hey, you do look fanthy today… Hold it. What ith that in your handth?

Leon: Exactly what you think it is. A gun!

Jin: Leon, don’t lie to me. I played Luke’th route. I know what a gun ith.

Leon: No, you big goof. This is a heat gun. Totally harmless! On the lower settings, anyways.

Jin: Uhuh. And where did you get it?

Leon: From the All for Love! celebration event a few years back. Remember that photo shoot for the chibi dolls?

Yves: Don’t remind me. Nokto wouldn’t stop making jokes about how big my hand mirror was.

Licht: At least they didn’t stick you in a giant makeup bag. They made me pose for hours with those brushes and wands poking into my gut. I still have the bruises.

Jin: Uhuh. And how come I’m jutht finding out about thith now?

Yves: Maybe if your smile wasn’t so at-risk for cavities you would’ve been invited.

Jin: Pleath. The ladieth love a man with a thweet tooth—OUCH! Leon! What the heck, man!

Leon: Sorry, bro. I’m under strict orders from Yves to puff you with hot air anytime you make an allusion to sweets.

Jin: Who died and made Yves king? I’m not thaying that in mockery, by the way. I’m jutht upthet thith ith yet another event you didn’t invite me to, it theemth.

Yves: It’s for your own good! A man at your age needs proper discipline to keep out of trouble. And since words haven’t worked, we’ve elected to resort to other means.

Jin: *gasp* You didn’t.

Yves: I haven’t yet. But if you don’t show any progress soon I’m calling in the royal dentist. I mean it, Jin.

Jin: Thcary. Back me up here, Licht.

Licht: …

Jin: What’th up, buddy? Cake got your tongue—Yeowch! What wath that for?

Licht: You said the c-word. 

Jin: Not you too! Why d’ya thmile when Yves thaid the d-word? And do ya have to poke me with that giant lanthe? 

Licht: Increasing the surface area of pain deamplifies the sensation at its source.

Yves: Who taught you that?

Licht: I read it in a book. *poke*

Jin: ACK! That’th it. I don’t want you talking to Chevalier unthupervithed anymore. 

Licht: As soon as you learn to stop poaching others’ pastries. Horse and I were looking forward to those candy apples all week.

Jin: Fine, fine. I’m thorry. There, can you let me go now?

Yves: Not until you’ve proven you’re completely cured of your nasty saccharine habit. We’re not leaving this room until you can go a full day without eating these cookies.

Jin: You’d let them go bad like that? That’th too cruel!

Leon: Yeah, I’m with him on this one, Yves. Couldn’t we just use a picture of cookies instead? Would hate to see Luke’s work go to waste.

Yves: Oh, lay off it. They’re not going to spoil. And anyways, we’re feeding them to the horse at the end.

*Horse whinnies happily*

Leon: That’s one weird horse.

Licht: He’s Clavis’s.

Jin + Leon: Ahh.

Yves: Speaking of, will you lot please keep it down? I had to abandon my post for this and I don’t want a certain someone to find out.

Jin: No one appreciateth your thaccrifith more than I.

Yves: Then you’ll take it up with you-know-who should my room be defiled?

Jin: If you’re that worried, let’th end thith confinement early and you can go keep a lookout for Clavith. Trutht your big bro. I’m completely cured! 

Yves: I trust my trust in you has plummeted since you gave yourself that second cavity this month.

Jin: Thothe éclairth were worth it—Ouuuuch!

Leon: Keep your eye on the prize, Jin. And your drool off my pants.

Yves: Leon, try to avoid the ice pack when you blast him, please.

*Yves adds yet another ice pack*

Jin: You know, I’ve been waiting for thomeone to explain, but what’th with the cat hat, Yves?

Yves: Well, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we all had to sneak away from our typical duties to set this up. Licht disguised himself as a guardsman. The most adorable one in the entire palace no less, but it served our purposes. Leon is a dapper gent, which for some reason this place seems to always have an overabundance of. 

Jin: And you’re the pretty kitty to round out the gang?

Yves: *face turns red* I am the phantom cat who travels by shadow and blends in with the night, obviously.

Licht: It’s noon. You just shut the curtains.

Leon: Plus we didn’t need to sneak around. We’re kind of in charge of the place.

Licht: And it wasn’t so hard. I rode this horse all the way up here and no one noticed.

Leon: Hmm, maybe we need to review the guard rotations.

Jin: Licht, I don’t want you talking to Clavith unthupervithed anymore.

*horse grunts in agreement*

Yves: Back to the point! Maintaining the secrecy of this mission is of the utmost importance. What would it mean for us if word got out that the First Prince still gets cavities at his age? 

Leon: Sounds like a good excuse to set up that kingdom-wide dental hygiene education campaign we’ve been talking about. Jin can be like our mascot.

Jin: I can keep my lollipopth then? Thweet! Ouch!

Licht: Stop encouraging him, or we’ll never get out of here.

Yves: Um, hello? Did anyone even listen to what I’ve been saying?

Leon: You mean ninja cat? Looking sharp!

Yves: Is that all you…? Never mind. Just pipe down before someone hears.

Licht: If you mean someone besides us four, they already know.

Yves: WHAT?! Who knows?

Jin: Who knowth? Hehe.

Yves: Quiet, you. *covers Jin’s face with another ice pack* Answer me, Licht.

Licht: Well, Nokto for one. Technically he caught me on the horse, but I didn’t think it counted cause it was when we were still outside.

Yves: Curse him and his impeccable detective skills. I bet he deduced Jin was in trouble just by looking at your endearing getup.

Licht: No. He said, “What’s with the horse?” so I told him. He gave me that bunny to pass along to Jin as well as his well wishes.

Jin: *laughs beneath the ice* 

Yves: Licht, I don’t want you talking to Nokto unsupervised anymore. 

Leon: Lighten up, Yves. They were just trying to help. Like how Luke made those cookies. And that pillow there is the beta version of Clavis’s latest invention, or so he told me. Even Chevalier—

Yves: WAIT! You saw Clavis? When?

Leon: On my way over here. He flagged me down in the hall to talk about how happy he was to see so many dapper gentlemen around as of late.

Yves: But you didn’t tell him about you-know-what, did you?

Jin: *giggles beneath the ice* 

Leon: Nah, got him hooked on an even bigger scandal, if you catch my drift.

Licht: You didn’t tell him I nabbed his horse, did you? I’m telling you we were really looking forward to those apples.

Leon: No. I told him Yves left his room unattended.

Yves: You what?!

Leon: So much for keeping our voices on the down-low. Listen, I promise I’ll take care of whatever he leaves in there myself. Prince’s honor.

Yves: I may just cry.

Jin: Hehe, me too! Ouch, thith ith tho cold.

Leon: If you must, do it right into that pillow. Clavis said amusing things will happen when it gets wet.

Yves: And you let Jin rest on it?!

Licht: You’re the one who keeps piling melting ice bags on him.

Yves: Oh no, Jin!

*Yves removes all ice bags. Jin looks up with a twitchy smile.*

Jin: I can’t feel my fathe. Hehehe.

Leon: I gotcha bro.

*Leon sets the heat gun to a comfortable temperature. The boys sigh with relief once Jin’s face unfreezes.*

Licht: That was brutal.

Leon: Oh, yeah. I ran into Chevalier, too.

Yves: Oh, I knew this was a bad idea from the start! Why did you put me in charge, Leon?

Leon: Hey, you’re the best man for the job and you’re doing amazing. Plus, it’s fine. Chevalier was cool about it.

Licht: He never really does care when we get hurt.

Leon: He didn’t mention Jin, but he did save my behind. See technically I was supposed to return the heat gun right after the photo shoot. Something about preventing anachronisms and fourth-wall breaks, or whatever. But, I mean, come on! Who’d pass this thing up? Winters have been so easy ever since. Goodbye freezing toes! And you should see how it cooks meat!

Yves: Get to the point.

Leon: I’m getting there. So Clavis dumped the pillow on me because Sariel was chasing him. Caught me off guard so I didn’t get a chance to hide my gun. Before Sariel got too close, Chevalier showed up out of nowhere and blocked his view. That cloak of his is really impressive, I’d bet he could hide the horse behind it. Luckily, Sariel was too preoccupied with hunting down Clavis to stick around and ask questions.

Jin: Aha! Told ya Chevalier’th a good man at heart! Thweet ath pie, that guy—OUCHIE! Come on, Licht, it’th a figure of thpeech!

Leon: Chevalier said to make sure no outsiders knew we had access to such a hi-tech weapon. Personally, I think he just wants a turn at it. They stuck him with that giant lipstick tube at the photo shoot, remember?

Jin: Et tu, Chevie? I take it back, he'th rotten and I don't want any of you talking to him anymore.

Yves: Whoa, so not even Sariel’s allowed to know? I feel unworthy to have access to such illicit information.

Leon: Hey, you’re a worthy prince and a valued member of this team. Don’t you forget it.

*Licht and horse nod in agreement*

Yves: *blushes* You mean it? Gosh, I’m sorry I’ve been so hard on you all today. Guess the pressure got to me. But no more! We’re a team, and we’re in this together. Through the good and the—ARE YOU KIDDING ME, JIN?!

*Yves swats Jin’s hand away from the cookies again.*

Jin: What? Through the good and the bad, yeah? My weakneth maketh the retht of you thtronger. You’re welcome.

*Yves grunts and stands. Jin sits up and holds the bunny like a shield.*

Jin: Whoa whoa whoa. Maybe that made you a little too thuper thtrong, haha. Now it’th your turn to share a weakneth tho I can catch up. Okay? 

*Yves grabs Licht’s lance.*

Jin: Come on. Ninja kitty? Pleathe?

*Yves takes aim.*

Jin: Pretty pleathe with sugar on top—Ouch! Actually, I detherved that one. Thankth, Leon.

Leon: No problem, bro. Hey, you might wanna dodge.

*Yves strikes with the lance. It pierces the bunny’s head where Jin’s stomach lay moments before. Water starts spouting out of the doll.*

Yves: Wha—why was there water in that bunny? And why’s it so cold?

Licht: Oh, I forgot to mention. It’s an ice-pack bunny. Nokto got it on his last trip to Jade. He said it’s really popular with the kids there. Guess its guts melted.

Leon: Aww, that’s sweet—OW! Actually, I deserved that one. Thanks, Jin.

Jin: Anytime. I vowed to only uthe thethe fithtth to therve my kingdom, after all.

Yves: Okay, I have no idea what he just said, but everyone off the bed because that pillow is smoking.

*Clavis's pillow shakes and fumes. Everyone rushes to the walls.*

Licht: Maybe we shouldn’t have brought in the gifts.

Leon: And maybe we shouldn’t have tossed the only key to the room out the window.

Jin: It meanth the world to me that you all care.

Yves: If we don’t make it out of this. I want you all to know that it was an absolute honor and disaster working alongside you.

Licht: Ditto.

*Horse whinnies solemnly*

Jin: It wath one heck of a ride, boyth.

*Jin pulls lollipops out from his pockets and pops them into each of his brother’s and the horse’s gaping mouths with a salute.*

Leon: *spits out his lollipop* It’s not over yet.

Yves: Leon! What are you doing? Get back here!

Leon: Prince’s honor, Yves. I said I’d take care of it.

Yves + Licht: LEON!

*Leon straightens his suit and gives a thumbs up over his shoulder. Jin holds Yves and Licht back as Leon jumps onto the bed and covers the smoking pillow with his body. For a few moments, nothing happens. Then Leon begins laughing uncontrollably.*

Yves: Oh! It’s turned him insane! Give me the lance back, Licht, we have to put him out of his misery.

Leon: Relax, hehe! It’s some sort of laughing gas! Look, look—hahaha—the tag here says: THE CHUCKLE CUSHION! Bad dreams keeping you from your good night’s sleep? Simply turn the other cheek and let some of your blood, sweat, and/or tears fall onto the cushion’s surface to release a relaxing dose of bliss to lull you back to a happier dreamland. Warning: maximum of 9 droplets per single use; not recommended for users who suffer chronic excessive crying, sweating, or blood loss. Side effects may include uncontrollable laughter, freezing face, and increased desire to consume sugar. From Series VII of the Lelouch Trap Series™. Hahahahaha! 

Yves: Ohh, we practically drowned that pillow. And now he's caught the uncontrollable laughter.

Leon: Actually, that last 'Haha' was written on the tag, too. The most legible part, no less. Hehehe.

Yves: The loon. 'Blood loss' he writes, can you believe him?

Jin: *eyes the lance in Yves’s hands* At leatht he put a warning.

Yves: As if you ever read the fine print.

Jin: I’d be inclined to thtart today. Printhe’th honor.

Yves: *sighs* Very well. I suppose that’s enough excitement for one confinement. Come on, Leon, we’re taking you to the physician. But I’m keeping my eye on you, Jin. You’re on probation until—Hey! Where are the cookies?

Jin: Wathn’t me. Honetht!

*Jin holds up his hands in surrender. Lollipops and cookies and cakes slip out from underneath his shirt onto the floor in a sugary heap. On the other side of the room, Licht feeds Luke’s cookies to the horse and smiles as he opens the curtains and looks out the window.*

Leon: Scouting out the physician for me, Licht? Hahaha.

Licht: Sort of. I asked Nokto to call for the dentist, and he’s just arrived.