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For some reason, Hjarn’s favorite past time had become nagging Rabi, despite the fact the large Saiyan seemed not to give a shit. Maybe Hjarn was bored? Who knew. Not even Hjarn. 

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll end up lookin’ like a silver fox.” Rabi jokes and strokes his beard. Maybe in a future he would actually rock the salt and pepper look--but Rabi wasn’t about vanity. 

“An if I can’t fight or even do heavy liftin’ without hurtin’ my back then that ain’t a way to keep livin’. I think the Earth folk live naturally ‘round to 90 somethin’ now?”

Hjarn, of course, hadn’t been concerned at all. He’d just watched Rabi be dramatic the entire time, figuring it probably was some old person thing going on. And what do ya know? He was right!

Hjarn delicately stepped away from Rabi, rolling his eyes. “Yeah. I was so scared. Not. Old people have issues all the time.”

He beats his chest to unleash a much softer burp. “Ah! They were right. These wings are heart-stoppin’. Delicious, ‘lil too crispy though.” He examines the box again and licks his stained fingers.

“Yer in the middle of a construction site, kiddo.”

Goku would see a tall, wide looming figure above blocking out two whole suns on a bright orange sky.

He steps a bit closer and the suns’ glares rescind. It turns out it the giant was a burly man. His height reminiscent of another Saiyan Goku once fought long ago. 

From the corner of his eye, Goku could spot a long brown furry tail hanging by the man’s legs. 

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

“Have you seen my dog?”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry-!”

“Watch where you’re walking!”

“Do you need a ride home?”

“Hey! Where are you going? It’s dark out, i wanna walk with you.”

“Hey… Can i walk with you? It’s getting late, and..”

“Hello! Would you like to hear about our lord and savior Jesus Christ?”

“Who… Are you?”

“Why are you holding my hand?”

“Wait! You aren’t my grandma!”

“I think you have the wrong number.”

“Wanna get a drink?”

“I think you grabbed the wrong bag.”

“Looks like we’re paired together!”

“That’s my seat.”

“Oh! Sorry! I thought you were someone else..”

“Do you have a dollar or two to spare?”

“I heard you singing. It sounded nice.”

“So, since we’re gonna be stuck together, what’s your name?”

i’m gonna be so pissed off if we die. 

that sounds like a bad idea, and i love it.

if you’re gonna kill a bunch of people, you might as well have some fun with it.

this is what happens when people don’t have hobbies.

did you just call the demon a motherfucker?

i got a life-changing thing to tell you here.

we’re friends. it’s a friendship.

there’s something weird going on in this little town.

i’m about to die for the internet.

enough of you being a phony and a liar.

keep in mind we have to spend the night here.

this place is a living nightmare.

i was doing some heteronormative bullshit!

well, i think we can never show our faces here ever again.

doesn’t that sound great? wouldn’t’ you like to be haunted by me?

i’m gonna serve you up a fresh truth pancake.

maybe it’s about to get a whole lot weirder.

you’re my friend! i would be concerned if you disappeared!

i’m not gonna let you goad me into this, i know what you’re trying to do.

give me a heads up if you start to feel murderous.

can you just look a little bit worried?

i’m starting to think you want to die.

any extra time with you is a punishment.

you seem to be well-versed in the arts of sexual deviance.

sexiness is relative, motherfucker! 

i’d say about half of it i don’t remember doing.

did you just wink at me?

we’re just two guys sitting in a tub. 

i got so distracted by the tongue thing.

my fucking heart almost exploded, dude.

don’t just claim i killed jfk.

you know how much of a pyschopath you have to be to enjoy that?

your unrelenting skepticism is exhausting. 

i’m not trying to do that whole dismissive thing, but i’m dismissing it.

❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive? ✿ : Has your muse ever had sex before? ☜ : Does your muse like to top? ☞ : Does your muse like to bottom? ∀ : Your muse’s favorite position? ☺ : How often does your muse masturbate? ☂ : How long does it take your muse to hit climax, usually? ✌ : Is your muse good with their hands? ♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing? Á : Is your muse loud in bed? ⚔ : Does your muse have any specific kinks? ☌ : Would/does your muse have any special piercings anywhere? Would they get some? ♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare?

He chewed on his lip, his tail twitching in irritation. “Yeah, yeah, we are and all. And technically this mission is a protecting time and shit. But ya know what? Some things are just going too far! And making me take a mission on Frieza’s ship of all places is too far! Me! Me of all people! There are like a million other Frost Demons here, and a few of them even idolize the guy! Why not choose one of them?! Why me?! Why do I gotta bow and scrap to that asshole in an effort to fit in, huh?! Just so I can find the ‘break in time’ or some shit?? Aaaagh!”

He gulps, realizing her referred to Hjarn’s race as ‘Frieza folk’. “I mean Frost Demons. My bad.” He feels guilty nontheless. It was no different than being referred to as a ‘monkey’ by Frieza and his goons. The galactic emperor’s name might as well have been derogatory! 

Nevertheless he “listens” to Hjarn’s ranting. It wasn’t too different to his old comrades complaining his ear off. He was definitely more huffy and entitled sounding than what Rabi was used to--then again he had met plenty of Saiyans who thought they deserved that promotion to a higher class just because their numbers were big.