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puggledy-huggledy-is-not-a-pig · 5 years ago

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If You Want To Get Warm, You Must Stand Near The Fire (Part 4)

Guy couldn’t believe he was about to get kicked out of Purgatory already. He had long accepted he would go to Hell when he died. (“I’m already there,” he had told Meg before he took her down with him.) Once he had thought he could wed Marian and redeem himself, a lot of good that had done him. Now, both Meg and Marian were in Heaven, where they surely belonged, and instead of meeting the Sherriff waiting for him in the sulphuric mists, he was with Hope. Then she looked at him with those kind eyes, and said he was allowed to stay for a while, and he knew he had one last chance not to fuck this up. But first... Apparently some things never change. He lifted his head again, and said, “I have to piss.” Hope blushed and jumped up. “Of course, the bathroom is over here, I’ll show you.” Then, before she could change her mind, she grabbed a bath towel from the mountain of laundry waiting to be folded on the washing machine. “Actually, if you want to get cleaned up a bit, you’re welcome to have a shower,” she eyed his leather trousers that were muddy and so stiff from the rain that they practically creaked, “and I’ll find you something clean to wear. Here’s a towel, soap, and you turn the hot water on from here, see? I’ll just... go get clothes.”

She hurried out, closing the door behind her, and picked Falkor up on her way to the bedroom. “Have I gone crazy, Falkor?” she asked the little dog who was enthusiastically trying to lick her ear. “Why, yes, mysterious strange man, why don’t you stay at my house, get naked in my bathroom and sleep on my sofa.” And not any old strange man, but one who looked more dangerous than almost anyone she’d ever met. All wiry muscle and tension, and yet, somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to be afraid. He reminded her of those big cats you saw at zoos, pacing up and down behind bars, ready to attack anyone who got too close, and very, very sad. “And we both know how good I am at saying no to lost and damaged creatures, don’t we, Falkor?” She kissed the dog’s furry head, and plonked him on the bed, where he curled up contentedly on her pillow. Then she dragged over a chair, climbed on, and reached for the box containing the clothes she still couldn’t bring herself to throw out, since her father had died. Dad would be happy to know they were used; they would be too loose on Guy, but long enough, and if she could find something with a drawstring...

Guy stood under the shower, and the hot water hitting his sore muscles felt so good he thought he might cry. He rubbed the grime out of his hair and was trying to convince himself to step out of the wonderful, warm waterfall when he heard a crash, followed by a thud, and loud cursing. “Motherfucker idiot asshole chair, oooooow, fuck, fuck, bollocks, FUCK!” He jumped out of the shower, practically skidded out of the door wrapping the towel around his waist, and ran towards the shouts.

In the bedroom, the dog was on the bed, barking so violently his long body was bouncing up and down. A chair was lying on the floor, one leg broken, and Hope was also on the floor, cussing like a pirate. Her trousers were ripped, she had a bloody gash on her thigh were the broken chair had caught her, and her shoulder was hanging in a sickeningly wrong angle. She looked at Guy, blushing bright red , furious and embarrassed. “Don’t look at me!” she said.

“What happened?”

“I broke the bloody chair,” she sobbed. “And I dislocated my shoulder.”

“Do you have any bandages?”

“In the bathroom,” said Hope, gritting her teeth, “second drawer. Here, have some clothes, too,” she kicked a pile of clothes that were on the floor next to her, then grabbed her shoulder and moaned again.

Guy dragged the clothes on, hurriedly opened anything that looked like it wasn’t nailed down in the bathroom, and returned with several rolls of bandages.

“Hope?” he said, kneeling down beside her.

“Yes?”

“Sing a song.”

She gaped at him. “Are you out of your mind?”

“Just trust me. Close your eyes, and sing as loud as you can. The kind of song you’d sing in a tavern.”

Hope screwed her eyes shut. “Mama... I just killed a man... Put a gun against his head, pulled the trigger now he’s dead... Mama... Life has just begun... And now I’ve gone and thrown it all awa-a-AAH FUCKING HELL, JESUS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“Popping your shoulder back in place,” Guy said calmly, wrapping a bandage tightly around her arm and chest. “You can stop singing now.” He got up, and offered her his hand. “Get up, slowly. I need to clean that scrape.”

Hope blushed again. “I can clean my own ass,” she said through gritted teeth. “You just... Stay.”

Guy shrugged, and sat on the bed, as far away from the dog as he could.

After a few minutes, Hope came back, wearing a long, flowing skirt instead of the ripped trousers. She lay back on the pillows, blinking away tears. “I fucking broke my fucking chair.”

“It wasn’t a very good chair, then,” Guy said simply.

Hope sighed, and put her hand on Falkor, letting him sniff her before drawing him close. “Where did you learn how to fix dislocated shoulders, anyway?”

Guy shrugged again. “I was a soldier. This sort of thing happened a lot.” He realised he felt much more relaxed now, after being clean and having the chance to use an old, familiar skill. “I’ve never seen it happen from falling off a chair, though. How did you manage?”

Hope turned to look at him. “It’s sort of a thing I was born with... It’s called Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, EDS. My bones just pop out of place really easily, and I can hurt myself from doing fairly simple things, even walking too much. It sucks, basically.” She decided to change the subject, this felt too personal after the humiliation of her fall. “Why did you make me sing?”

“To distract you. It’s never easy, but it hurts more if you fight it. Getting drunk helps, too.”

“I don’t think I can afford to get drunk, I’m already falling off the furniture,” she said, and he chuckled quietly, the sound making Falkor lift his head from her arms and give a soft woof, before settling down again.

“What’s wrong with him?” Guy asked, tossing his head towards the dog.

“There’s *nothing* wrong with him,” she said, then relented. “He was born like this. He came from a puppy farm, his parents were probably related. When they rescued him he was so unsocialised, they didn’t think he’d ever been out of the kennels, and he snapped at everything. He can’t hear you coming or see you make sudden moves, and he gets scared and lashes out. He’s ok if he knows what to expect though, you just need to go at his pace. And he’s fine moving around the house, he knows where the furniture is, and he’s figured out if he walks along a wall he can use it as a guide,” she said proudly, and he gaped at her. This wasn’t a faithful old pet who’d got injured, it was a deformed whelp that any sensible person would have drowned in a bucket before it was off the teat. Guy couldn’t figure out if she was a saint or a lunatic. *Can’t be a saint, with that mouth on her* he thought with a smirk.

Neither said anything for a while, and Hope played with Falkor’s ears, feeling oddly self conscious. Finally, Guy said quietly, “Why would you keep and feed a dog who’s not good at anything?”

“He’s good at being Falkor,” she said. “No one is as good at being Falkor as he is. Just because he’s not pretty and can’t do everything and doesn’t act all sweet and cute, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve love, “ she added fiercely. Then, quietly, “Everyone deserves love,” and even though her voice was soft, it felt to Guy like a punch in the gut. He moved his hand against the dog, stroking its side with his little finger. They both just stayed like that for a long while, side by side, looking at nothing, gently stroking the little dog between them.

Note: Reposted with edits and expanded.

The line “it hurts because you’re fighting it” was from a prompt list, but I can’t find it now -if it’s yours, let me know and I will credit. Deaf-blind dogs do learn to compensate, using methods like memory, feel of different surfaces they walk on, walls, and the smell of different rooms, to navigate. For more information, see here: https://www.manytearsrescue.org/pdfs/BlindAndDeafDogs.pdf

#gisborne x oc #fanfic #sir guy #guy of gisborne #time travel #bbc robin hood #my fic #if you want to get warm you must stand near the fire #richard armitage

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final-fantasy-mama · 5 years ago

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Licorice Twists and Cinnamon Buns

''FFXIV: Emet Selch X Wol Licorice twists and cinnamon buns This is drabble for now but I do have a plot planned for future chapters. First part is fluff, second part is a bit angsty. Enjoy! ********************************************************************************

(Very sorry for any spelling mistakes, I don’t have a spell checker and have to edit manually so I miss many mistakes)

It wasn't often that the Warrior of Light got time to herself for anything. Most days were spent tending to battle wounds, civilian requests and the ever growing demands of her scion brethren but today was special. Today she had a full day all to herself and should she decide to rest, she could roost in bed till the chocobos came home. But she was a restless soul and having that much free time made her a bit antsy. So she wore her best casual clothes, a off shoulder sun dress and sandals, and made for the Musica Universalis for a small walk about. And as always, following closely in her shadows was her ever sneaky and equally snarky ascian companion, Emet Selch.

He had often spied in on her whenever it suited his fancy though she was quick to catch on to his Aether trail, making any chances of sneaking up on her null and void. If he kept his distance enough she couldn’t distinguish his presence from the multitudes of others within the crystarium which was the only opportunity he had to observe her habits and actions unabieted. He wasn’t really one to take too much of an interest in anyone or anything outside his devotions to Zodiark but he had to admit this one Hyur Female caught his undivided attention.

She was pretty in a simple way, with features that could have easily passed for Garlean if it weren’t for her height. Not that Emet Selch placed much value on physical appearances outside of his own. And she was strong, oh so strong and noble in a un nauseating way. She never spouted nonsense of high ideals and morality, was pragmatic, straightforward and witty.

Now he watched her walk through the crystarium, stopping now and then to look at what bits and baubles surrounded her, her head tilting to one side as she studied everything with a keen eye only a warrior could possess. He watched from the shadows of a nearby pillar how her eyes lit up while she looked at a merchants jewelry stall, picking up a necklace and holding it to her chest while staring in the mirror afforded to her by the vendor.

All women were wanton creatures for fine jewels and furs. Oh how he could give her all that and more were she his woman. What a empress she would have made with her proud face and feminine features but he didnt know her back then and avoided all contact with her or her shards on the other stars. She was a poor sundered creature after all, albiet a charming one, and he didn’t need any more misery in his immortality then what was already afforded to him. If she had any clue just how far back her shards and former selves went, who and what she was, she kept it keenly to herself. He wondered just how much she did know. She never really talked about her memories short of what was absolutely necessary.

She struggled with the clasp of the necklace and just when he was about to step in to do it for her, a certain other man did it instead. The crystal exarch was making his rounds through town. Emet Selch gritted his teeth as her eyes turned to the cowled man and truly sparkled, her red lips spreading into a wide smile as she thanked him. They made casual banter with each other, each laughing and smiling as they walked away, her hand holding his arm in a way that was too intimate for the ascians liking.

That slick conniving whelp of a man! Emet sneered as he followed them in the shadows. Look how she touches him so casually, like 2 fools in love! What can this creature offer a warrior like her? By what magic did he bring her here and dare to speak to her so fondly! He stopped his train of thoughts and held his breath. He had seen this scene before oh so many millenia ago when the hero had been alive in Amarout. But it was a memory Emet did not want to remember and he quickly pushed it out of his mind.

The hero and the exarch stopped at a small candy shop and the hero exclaimed how she hadn’t sampled some of the confections since her childhood. She filled a small paper bag with her favorites and vowed to share it with her child when they reunited. Her daughter, only 8 years of age, and the only family she had in the source. Surely that child must have looked like her mother. Emet could see it as surely as his own children took after his late wife. Oh those long lost days when he had some small measure of happiness but lives came and went so quickly and thus his happiness was only temporary if not fleeting.

The couple moved on, once again arm in arm, their happy voices talking of frivolous things. The Hero leaning in and squeezing her shoulder into the exarchs as he hid his head shyly in his hood. In fact she seemed to go out of her way to make any sort of physical contact with her partner weather it was a touch of the hands, squeezing his arm tightly against her chest in a flirtatious manner or leaning in so her forehead was almost against the exarch. The shy Exarch laughing nervously but accepting her little showers of affections non the less. It made Emet suspicious.

It would seem those two have a history with each other....how interesting. He clenched his fists at his sides tightly. She is obvious in her affections for him but he tries to hide how much she affects him. Ah, the exarch is hiding his identity but she already knows......then that would mean the exarch is not a native of the 1st and they both hailed from the source....by what means did he arrive her and manage to bring her as well?

When the couples time came to part, the exarch kissed the fair ladies hand and waved goodbye as she watched him go, once again left to her own devices in the market place. She did not move from her spot as he dissappeared from view and Emet used that chance to sneak up behind her, or at least try. She knew he was coming a mile away.

"Shopping for a swanking new coat Emet?" She asked as she turned to him and gave him her usual coy look.

"Shopping for a new lover?" He shot back and jutted his chin in the direction the exarch had left.

The hero smiled something sly and admitted easily. "Mmmm Hmmmm. That man is a cinnamon roll and I just want to bite right into him."

"So that's your type." The ascian said dryly.

"And you, you sneaky bastard." She jabbed a finger into his chest. "Are Black Licorice."

"Licorice!?" He asked in surprise.

The hero reached into her paper bag and pulled out a black twig of candy, holding it up this face before saying, "They make it, so someone must love to eat it but most people want to spit it out after one bite!"

He pursed his lips as he stared down at the feisty lady who so defiantly waved her candy in his face and for once in his immortal life, he was speechless. He wasn’t sure if he should get angry or laugh. Her barbs at him were easily becoming legendary.

She didn’t wait for him to answer before taking a hearty bite out of the black candy. "Lucky for you I have acquired a taste for Licorice." and gave him her oh so sweet smile which meant both good things and dangerous things. He had to smile back and she noted how soft his face was when he was happy. He almost looked kind when he was like that as opposed to his usual grumpy self.

"Zodiark’s mercy hero, are you admitting you're in love with me?" He drawled out and held his hand to his heart.

"Hydaelyn’s blessing Emet Selch, You're such a drama king." She shot back and turned to walk away. "Lets see its just past 2....its a good time to break for tea. Join me if you dare."

"Bothering you is the only thing I have to look forward to in my day." He admitted and followed after her. **************************************** They both seated themselves at a small table within the atrium next to the market and ordered a few plates of cheeses and meats along with some pastries. The hero poured tea into two saucers and slid one over to him as she sat down in a wooden chair and fanned herself with the menu.

"How do you survive in the Jacket? Its bloody hot out here." She complained.

"Is that your way of asking me to take it off?" He wiggled his brows at her and sipped his tea oh so properly like the blue blood he was.

She laughed. "Actually I am curious what’s under all that, I won’t lie."

He quickly unbuckled the front and in a dramatic flourish, stood up and swept if off his shoulders as he placed it on the back of his chair. The undershirt he wore was a plain white cotton one with a few buttons down the chest and loose sleeves.

"If you ask politely I may take off even more." He purred and She nearly spat out her tea.

"Woah their partner, you need to leave something to my imagination." She smirked and took a long sip of tea before reaching into her blouse and producing a small metal case from her brasier. She opened it up with a click and pulled a small cigarillo from it, put it to her lips and lit it with the small lighter. She took a long drag and offered one to her company.

Emet shook his head lightly. "A habit you picked up adventuring?"

"A habit I picked up from one of my "others" who was a middle aged drunk whiskey lover, smoked like a chimney and ate bacon like pork was going out of season." She laughed.

When She fumbled with her cigar case a piece of paper fell out. It was a small photo of some sort of a small child with dark brown hair and a cherubs smile, riding on the back of a tall elezen male with light blue hair and a equally charming smile. If he didn’t know any better he would have said this was a family photo but the child looked nothing like that man in the photo so he knew instantly the she wasn’t his

. "Your daughter and....?" He asked.

"Haurchefant Greystone, one of my dearest friends. He passed away a few years ago." She sipped her tea. "He had a way with children and my daughter fell in love with him. She said that If I didn’t marry him then she would." The small smile on her face spoke volumes of her feelings for this man.

"At first all the adventuring was just to secure some money for myself and my daughter....and then I was discovered by the scions....I suppose the rest after that was just cause and effect or the results of being the warrior of light." she shrugged and tucked the photo away. “After an attempted assassination on the Sultana of Ul Dahl, myself and the scions had to go into hiding. So I took my daughter with me to Ishgard where we parlayed for our protection. Haurchefant was the first to extend any hospitality to us and took care of us. He was really a wonderful friend.” She said fondly.

“You were in love with him.” Emet stated and she couldn’t deny it.

“I suppose I was. But his life was cut short and after that there was no one else, I never even bothered looking or trying.” she admitted sadly.

The Ascian looked at the hero carefully, noting how sad her eyes looked in that moment. She was lonely even though she would never admit it, using her duty with the scions as an excuse to fill her time. For one small moment, Emet saw something else as he looked at her, the ghost of another who’s face was equally sad but always had a small smile on her lips. He blinked the apparition away.

"Your child is what grounds you to this reality. You would fight and die for her." Emet said matter of factly. It was a universal fact that a mother protecting her young was the fiercest thing in the cosmos, something he had witnessed first hand so long ago. This will to protect is exactly what brought about Hydaelyn to begin with. In all these years, after all these rebirths and in all her incarnations, that one truth never changed, she would protect those near and dearest to her even if it meant tearing the universe apart. her child was the source of her power.

The uncomfortable reality that the child would die in the grand plan of the ascians was not lost on the hero or him. It was a unspoken truth that would always be the catalyst of her never ending battles with all her enemies and him. As cordial as the two were with each other, the fact that at the end of the day one or the other was going to be destroyed was not ever going to change.

The hero stared up at the glass ceiling and finished off her cigarillo, putting it out in the small ashtray on the table. Her heart felt heavy thinking of the future, of his and hers but it wasn’t something she could express in words, its just the nature of her being Hydaelyn’s blessed and him beings Zodiark’s Tempered. When she turned her head to him it was obvious he had been thinking the exact same thing.

"Oh hero, don’t look at me like that." He cooed in a oh so sweet voice. "All is not lost yet, there is still time to change my mind. If you can accomplish the impossible then even I will be forced to throw my lot in with you. We Ascians don’t wish for our own destruction you know."

The hero cleared her throat and swallowed back her feelings, replacing it with a smile. "What a pair we make, Architect."

"Oh yes, the warrior of light and her arch enemy sitting together drinking tea. What is this universe coming to?"

"Shite apparently." She laughed.

"I'll drink to that." Emet agreed and they clinked glasses.

“So what’s next on our agenda?”

“101 ways to destroy the world.” He replied dryly.

She gawked at him. “Not funny!”

“You’re still laughing on the inside.”

She shoved a big piece of cake into her mouth and said in a muffled voice. “I laugh only so I don’t cry.”

He reached over a caught a dollop of frosting from the corner of her mouth then licked it off his white gloves slowly and deliberately.

She blinked twice. “Oh that was smooth.”

“Full glad am I to hear that.” He purred.

“Have you made it your personal mission to seduce me?” She squinted at him.

“Seeing as you get flustered when a man expresses desire for you, I’ve made it my mission to make you as uncomfortable as possible from here on out.” He admitted.

“Flustered?!” You gasped and that made him chuckle.

“You wear your heart on your sleeve hero.”

“I’ll wear a mask then.” She said suddenly and it made him stop. He watched her for a second before turning back to his tea.

He looked down into the brown water. “A thousand masks for a thousand desires.” He said off handedly.

She watched him carefully but didn’t quite grasp his meaning, something about it though made her heart feel strange. A small moment of recognition and longing. For him? For this ascian drinking tea with her? Surely not, but maybe just maybe for the man Emet Selch had been.

(I wasn’t sure how to end this so i abruptly did before it prattled on again. Next chapter will be main story driven and have more character development for Emet. Its just fun to write fluff for characters who are notoriously not fluffy lol)

#emet selch #ascian #shadowbringers #fanfiction #final fantasy xiv #crystal exarch

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lynxgriffin · 6 years ago

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Out you pixies go, through the door or out the window

What’s that? More commentary during my KH3 playthrough? Of course, that’s pretty much all we’re doin’ this week! Under the cut for those who don’t want spoilers!

Me: OH yay, I got to this world without having to do a gummi battle! (Boss Appears) Ahh NVM

Here we go here we go LET’S BE A FUZZY KITTY MONSTER

THE HEEBIE JEEBIES

Sora did you not notice you just weren’t wearing any pants

KITTY. FACE

Oh I guess he became CEO while we weren’t looking!

THE BLUE WAZOWSKI

Oh no, it’s cuuute

AHAHAHA UNVERSED

…That they do not know are Unversed

I’m so happy to be here because I love Sulley…

OH YEAH DONALD AND GOOFY SHOULD REMEMBER THIS THANK YOU FOR THAT

Sora constantly fails at the “world order” business

Does this imply we could power the gummi ship by screams but it just wouldn’t go well

WE’RE GONNA MAKE IT AFTER ALLLL

oh hey there Randall

Okay, the door sliding stuff was pretty badass

Ahahaha finished that off with the bowling Mike Wazowski deal

Admiral Ackbar voice: IT’S A TRAP

Aim high, Randall

Did…did Vanitas go to hillbilly trailer park to help out Randall

LASER’D

Oh they’re Lisa Frank edition now!

Okay Randall I know we’re in the middle of this death maze and all BUT I NEED TO STOP AND LEARN HOW TO CRACK AN EGG HERE

OR USE SALT AND PEPPER SHAKERS

Boo: I do what I waaaant

Revenge is sweet, but not as sweet as this cheese I just found at the bottom of a take-out container, Randall

Sora don’t you remember that you don’t computer good??

Man I hope Roz shows up

Sora: BUT I WANNA SMASH COMPUTER

Sora: Please explain the joke to me

OHGOD HERE IT COMES

HERE IT IS

I cannot believe we got that kind of callback

Randall: Why won’t weird scary machines do my bidding??

VANITAS ARE YOU STILL WEARING THE MASK UNDER THE HOOD YOU GIANT DOOFUS

WhoTF set the factory on fire

Watera will, in fact, be useful in this situation!

Ahhh I got Simba summon YAAAAY

DRAMAtIC EXPLOSIOOOONS

Boo is the MVP here, honestly

Honestly this is pretty intimate knowledge for a CEO to have

Vanitas in league with the black oil aliens now, I see

Mike do not approach the spooky oily leaky death machine thingie

M E G A W E A P O N

Seriously Vanitas, the hell negative emotion was that supposed to be, nausea?

Randall gave in easily, but I guess he is a noodly nerd

Sora: HAHA I just locked him in the hillbilly trailer park

VANITAS TAKE OFF THE MASK YOU DUM DUM

OMG HJO you are just having a ball being a dingus here aren’t you

Vanitas: TIME TO EXPOSIT

Sora: GAH DAMN how many heart hotel rooms did I rent out??!

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAA

OMFG

HE JUST FUKKIN YEETED VANITAS OUT THE WORLD I C A N N O T

IM DYING

I don’t even care how the rest of the game goes, it was worth the price of admission just for Sulley picking up Vanitas like a sleeping bag and fastball hurling him through a door into whereverthehell

Sora: Well yanno I could have died and/or gotten force joined with my evil twin BUT IT TURNED OUT FINE LET’S PLAY WITH THE CUTE TODDLER

OMG Sora at least tell Riku and Mickey about the Ventus thing!!

HE SCREAM

Sora: I RENTED OUT THREE HEART HOTEL ROOMS???

Ienzo: Good luck with that whole multiple hearts in you thing, byyyyeeee

*bangs fists on table* REMEMBER! XION! REMEMBER! XION!

THE QUEEN!!!!

SHE IS HERE

Uh ohhhh

No seriously which girl, are we talking about Namine, Xion, WHOOOO

Aqua seriously where IS your Keyblade??

OH NO THE QUEEN

*points* But that is NOT the same thing as Norting, I KNEW IT

Goofy: It’s okay I can decipher weird chipmunk nonsense!

Whelp I guess we’ll stop by Twilight Town anyway and do any postcards/Bistro stuff we need to

IMMA GONNA GO COOOOOOK ohai Merlin

YAAAY WINNIE THE POOH

Go put every character into your giant pockets right now

Oh good they didn’t forget him this time

OMG IT’S LUMPY

Oh no I’m overwhelmed with warm fuzzies

Well I’m honestly not sure how that minigame worked, but whatever, I did it and I got GROCERIES

WHIPPERSNAPPERS AND THEIR BOUNCING

Pooh: Hey Rabbit, when do we get to the honey part, HINT HINT

So this has basically been the same minigame three times in a row, but the song is lovely so I can’t complain…

Help I’ve been overcome with Enchantment

*clutches chest* MY HEEEEART

He’s back on the cover!

ARE YOU GONNA ELABORATE ON THAT LITTLE STAB TO THE HEART THERE OR NOT, GAME

OH FINE JUST TWIST THE KNIFE WITH THAT FORESHADOWING

Okay, I think I’ve done all I can in TT for now, so I think I’ll get established in the next world here and then stop!

Oh okay, note to self, you actually DO need to open the dang prize spheres so you can use better gummi blocks

And now we’re in Frozenland!

GIVE THE POOR BOY A COAT

Sora: Sad girl?? Must fix!!

In any case! That’s fixing we’re gonna need to do tomorrow, since here’s a place to stop