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Where was everything in Jay’s kitchen? Somehow, with this Neon J being pretty much completely different from her world’s, it never crossed her mind that the places that food and supplies in the mansion’s main kitchen were stored would be different, too. She had woken up early in the morning, even before Jay had. Having her mind metaphorically blown to bits didn’t bode too well for her sleep health... so now here she was, pawing around in the kitchen to find something for breakfast after getting dressed.

She had already decided to not have anything that involved actual cooking—she was an unfamiliar guest, after all—and it eventually came down to just having cereal. After she retrieves a bowl and a spoon and sets them on a counter, she opens the fridge to look for milk. As she finds a jug and pulls it out to inspect the label, she hears familiar steps on the tile floor. One of Jay’s kids must have been up and about pretty early...

When she shuts the fridge door, she’s instead met by Runcle standing right behind where the door was. Well, shit, she thinks to herself. I hope Jay told him about the whole situation... With the milk jug still in her hands, she stands a little straighter. “Captain Noble, sir, I... good morning.”

He looks like he might be ready to ask "why?" but instead he simply shrugs.

"I have not had many opportunities to speak with him, but from the things I have heard, overheard or witnessed, there are some things that I have discerned about him."

"The first is that he seems to be quite set in sticking to his convictions, which is a rare trait in humans as they tend to flip-flop around those matters."

"The second is that he seems to genuinely have Jay's best interests in mind, despite sometimes going about things the wrong way."

"He also seems to be quite honest, which is both a compliment and a silent plea for him to learn to be a little more conservative. Sometimes we learn a little too much."

"From what I have been told he is also apparently multi-talented. I can only hope that his work is a means to to an end and not simply a means. The world could do with more geniuses bettering it."

What's Your Muse Getting For Christmas? || accepting

@argonr

God, why are you all so hard to shop for...?

" I dunno what sort of hobbies you have, but... This felt fitting. Happy Christmas! "

@argonr​ said: "Not sure how to say this nicely, but I guess that doesn't matter. Your mom sucks and anything she ever said to you or about you was probably bullshit and I hope you have enough people in your life to see how amazing you are. Your dad sounds like he was a nice guy, by the way."

" ... can you do me a favor, rin ? “

it was worded as a demand rather than a request. the look on her face didn’t seem to denote that she’d take ‘no’ for an answer, either.

“ i need you to forget about them, my birth mother and my father. “ she paused; there was no change in her face as she continued. “ and athene. i need you to forget about all of what happened, please, and everything they told you. “

send me a 🚼 and a ship i’ll use a doll-maker or picrew (Draw) to design what i think a child between our two muses would look like

I thought you were gay!

[Meet Jay-Jay! Named after dad’s twin.

A sensitive soul who cries at the drop of a hat. On the fun side, he can control said tears. Stems from an odd variation of dad’s ocean wave manipulation powers.

The cape is actually his baby blanket that he refuses to let go of just yet. Same with the giant plush fish Jay attempted to make for him. He’s not that good at sewing so the stitches show.

He picked out those crocs. Mom let him have them. The kid get sensory overloads easily, so she tries to let him have what makes him comfy.

His dad’s singing puts him at ease and soothes him to sleep. He just likes to be held.]

Send in 🤝 + a number [or 🎲 for a random number] for your muse to help mine by: 10: Treating my muse's injuries - reversed @argonr

Jay was huffing as he treated his brother's wrist sprain. "I told you to be careful when stepping outside! There was a freezing rain warning and we all know how our hooves are bad on ice... And I told you to wait a bit for the deicing bots to be done doing their thing... But nooooo! Mr. Runcle here thought he was better than that!

Well MR. RUNCLE looked mighty smart falling over like that and landing on his wrist, huh?"

He's annoyed , but he's actually really concerned about him. He's glad it isn't worse and he didn't break a bone instead...