Mar 12
"If I'm going to be replaced by an inflatable tube man, then it better have a mask."
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"If I'm going to be replaced by an inflatable tube man, then it better have a mask."
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@dragonplated replied
This is what he does with Karen when she vanishes.
"One of us is copying the other, but I genuinely don't give a shit. It's either that or I start keeping them on a leash, but that's not legal or possible for a full grown adult larger than me."
"hey that was our job"
2 am, and Lance is in Piers' kitchen. Slurping water from the ice tray. He locks eyes with Piers and slurps again, loudly. "Yo."
One of the few nights when Piers had actually gotten to sleep instead of trying to pull an all nighter patrolling Spikemuth and of course he's woken up by a clattering in the kitchen. It's probably just one of the Zigzagoons or Linnones but there's a surprising lack of them sleeping around the couch with him and there's a light coming from the kitchen... Marnie maybe? Even still he instinctively grabs the pocket knife is in his pajamas pocket as he gets off the couch. Sneaking towards the kitchen where he sees the Linoones and Zigzagoons surrounding a tall red cloaked figure standing at the freezer. Red cloak...
"I outta stab you on principle." Piers grumbles when Lance catches sight of him and greets him. He steps out from around the corner, letting go of the knife in his pocket to run a hand through his sleep tousled hair. He steps past Lance, patting one of the curious Zigzagoons on the head as he goes to grab a water bottle from the fridge. "Put that in the sink so I can wash it when you're done. I don't want Marnie getting sick cause a your weird habits."
It is 2 am. Lance is in the kitchen, staring Nata in the eyes as he slurps from an ice cube tray. "Yes."
HE WAS GOING TO GET A DRINK OF WATER HIMSELF, and go back to sleep. After all, Nata is anything but a late-night snacker. He steps into the kitchen, lured by the faint light of an open freezer, and is still rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes as he turns on the overhead light.
For moment, Nata ponders if he's still asleep. This feels too weird to be something that would actually happen, right? Lip curled in mild disgust and confusion, he side-eyes the older cautiously as he steps past to get a glass of water. He finds a glass, fills it—still side-eyeing Lance, by the way—and makes his way back to the guest bedroom—giving Lance one final look before he'd leave.
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2 am, and Lance is in Shay's kitchen. Slurping water from the ice tray. He locks eyes with Shay and slurps again, loudly.
It was 2am. It was the witching hour. At this point, how Evil-Not-Her-Dad was in her house was a mystery to be solved later. What was more important? These weren't his hours.
Shay looks at the man with indignance, before smirking in the low highlights of the fridge. Behind her, a greenish glow paces and hops on the counter with deadly intent.
A shiny Espeon.
And that was his water in the ice tray.
"You really shouldn't have drank Verdi's water."
PSYCHIC PSYCHIC PSYCHIC PSYCHIC-
2 am, and Lance is in the Unova's League's kitchen. Slurping water from the ice tray. He locks eyes with Iris and slurps again, loudly. "Dragon privilege."
Squints. Sighs, as she resolutely brushes past him to get into the cupboards, and pulls out a glass jar of... horrifyingly liquid instant coffee. It looks almost... tar-like, thick and gloopy as she... drinks the whole damn thing, also maintaining direct eye contact. Licks her lips, and visibly contemplates throwing the jar at Lance.
Exhales wearily, as she speaks into her walkie talkie.
"Yeah, it's fucking Lance. Send Marshall down, I'm tired of looking at him."
Yawns.
"What?"
"I bring the gift of another proposal knife. Stand still a minute."
" nuh-uh, think fast. if you can't hit a moving target then we need to get divorced. "