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Birthday sentence starters || Accepting.

“Delightful as always, Parker. Although, I’ve figured something out-

Bob leaned across the bars, gaze absently ghosting across the horizon of Springfield. Sirens fade into the distance, into the man’s mind as he contemplates the idea of his little brother locked away as he had been. The brutality, the assault, the dull, incessant entertainment... and with his mouth, would he even survive?

There were a million things rushing through his mind - the court hearing, the goodbye, the DISTANCE once more - but the biggest musing, the biggest QUESTION was: WHY? Why would Cecil do this? Weren’t they family...? He trusted him... Bob TRUSTED him...

He sighed, holding his head in his hands as his arms settled on the rails. The sun was setting, but the former sideshow’s emotions were not. He was stuck within them.

{🏡} Though Marge had a lot on her plate, she just had to decorate the entire house for her son's birthday. It's a special day and he deserves to feel special.

When Bart emerges from his room, Marge opens her arms for a hug while Maggie blows on a party horn somewhere in the background.

Hands shaking, Mark took in a deep breath. It was okay-- the end of the world had been averted, after all. He’d seen him with the other McDucks on the news at the end... He pressed the call button, holding the phone up to his ear.

“....Fethry? It’s me, Mark. I just... wanted to make sure you were okay.”

What was a child doing out in weather like this?

He’s keeping a close eye on the little guy, curious as to why he was out in a cold rain. It was a gentle rain, but still, very cold. Which was why he was out in it to begin with. He was, naturally, concerned for a child’s well being. The fact they were opposing teams didn’t really  matter when they were off the job. A child was innocent. Deserving of care, and compassion.

 Kiburi and his float were not hard to find. 

 Perhaps Makuu had gotten lucky with where he chose to enter the Outlands, but it felt like the sound of crocodiles thrashing around in shallow water could be heard all the way across the canyons. 

It had been almost a full season now since the formation of the Pridelands’ army and Scar’s subsequent defeat, so why they still seemed to spend all of their time training and fighting Makuu did not understand. Even the Crocodile Way did not call for such rigorousness. 

 Already he could feel the sun scorching his scaly back. The hard rock felt unnatural under-claw, and the only signs of life he could see were a few small rodents and lizards scurrying away as he passed. How any crocodile could survive out here, Makuu did not know: perhaps not all of them had.

 He found them where he predicted: in the largest body of water the Outlands had to offer, Kiburi fending off vicious attacks from Nduli and Tamka at the same time. Makuu was positioned on the canyon ridge above them, safe should they decide to rush and attack him, but it still took some hesitation before he called out.

Keeping an eye on Charmy for a couple hours? That, Sonic could do, and he’d immediately made for the meadows he frequented during his travels. He stood around, idly admiring the flowers surrounding them, watching Charmy from the corner of his eye - kid could be awful slippery, so it’d be a mistake NOT to.