#doctorsleepytime

Ramsey pauses, briefly startled from the... admittedly slow process of cleaning up his apartment.

...Weird. He hadn’t been expecting any visitors today, especially not one that sounded so young...

...Mm. Maybe one of the Banzai leaders or whoever else had accidentally dropped his address in one of their manuals. Again.

He cautiously pushes aside a messy stack of unfinished sketches before going to answer the door— and. Wow. This one seems awfully small, even for a Blaster... kid’s not even in that garish, yellow uniform, either, but again, it’s not exactly a first.

{One day I will have the skills, time, money, and copyrights needed to make stuff that’s SUPER COOL for the people (and stories) I care about.

But in the meantime, Ima keep making low-quality AMVs. u-u

All artwork* + the Garden Arcs belong to @doctorsleepytime! Song by Avicii, and Epithet Erased belongs to Jelloapocalypse, obviously.}

With @doctorsleepytime​ from here

Giovanni laughs. Yeah he. He’s not doing great. He didn’t really sleep after that Anon copied Sylvie’s Epithet into him.

“Oh I’m juuuust fine!” He lays the sarcasm on thick. “Just doing some ‘experimenting’ of my own. Look at what I can do!” He summons a very frantic looking sheep between his hands and tosses it at Sylvie, though it vanishes before it can actually hit the other boy.

“Hold- hold on.” He sees all the dust and sheep and squeezes his eyes shut.

“Haaaaaaaaa!” He sends a warm blast of sweetly scented (sweet potato and apples) soup mist to clear out the sleep dust.

“Okay... Uh. Well, No offense Sylv. But last time you passed out with sleep dust and sheep around things didn’t go to great!” He grabs Sylvie by the collar and yanks him out into the cold night air.

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“That’s…not necessarily what I was referring to.”

He stares up at the pinecones floating in mid-air, bewildered. Now, things like this weren’t impossible, just incredibly…uncommon. Epithets were varied, some powers rarer than others, it left him guessing just which power this woman was using. Levitation? Maybe, but that seemed too simple.

“And I’ll have you know I’m not ‘playing’ anywhere! I happen to be conducting some VERY important research nearby!”

Research? The hell was this kid going on about? Nothin’ to research around here besides the woods--

“Aaaah. Ah’ get it. Yew on some school field trip or somethin’? ‘Splorin’ the great wide wilderness and all.” Eh, it was a shot in the dark, but if the kid REALLY wanted to play scientist or whatever, let him. Not like Zora cared either way. “Well, ah’ just so happen to know quite a bit ‘bout the woods! ‘Specially how t’ survive in ‘em. Been doin’ it fer as long as ah’ can remember.”

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      It had been some time since the incident at the Sweet Jazz Museum, since... those thieves ran off with the Arsene Amulet. It had also been so long since Molly had seen any of the people from that night. Granted she didn’t prefer to get mixed up in complete criminal nonsense, but Giovanni was a nice guuy despite what he wanted people and other minions to believe. Then there was Dr. Sylvester, he was what- a teenager? Just a few years older than Molly herself. A very serious teen none the less, and if she could remember right he smelt a little odd? Like- that weird perfume that guys wore? Why on earth was she focusing on what he smelled like right now?? Molly shook her head for a moment, and then glanced around as she was walking. 

      The young girl pauses, right- she was on her way to Dr. Sylvester Ashling’s office right now anyway. Granted she had sent over some toys for his time in the hospital, she never did go and actually see him in person. Molly had work, school, and sleepless nights to really thank for that. But finally she had some free time, away from her friends, away from her job- away from really most and all of her responsibilities. So naturally she thought it was going to be a good idea to go and see her new friend. That and he did say that the first therapy session would be free... it couldn’t hurt. 

      It didn’t take much longer for Molly to reach the building that Sylvester’s practice was held in. She set up an appointment prior, thankfully, with the number that was on his card. So it was a quick process of checking in, then a moment of waiting before she finally made her way into the actual room- seemed like he wasn’t too booked at the moment. Once in Molly gave a very polite smile and wave of her hand.

       ❝ Hey Sylvie! How have you been? ❞