*Waits impatiently for Marinette’s answer*

uh huh can’t wait to see everyone fall in love with a character in the game and question why you can’t smooch them?!

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟ Also battling his own degrees of insomnia, Ravus lingered through the halls as well, moving a a slow pace as he indulged in his thoughts. When the silhouette of Lunafreya came into focus, highlighted by the glow of the flashlight, he stilled in his steps entirely.

His lips parted to speak as she began to drift past, then his brow furrowed when her words sounded before his own. “Cage? What-” He frowned a bit, then turned on his heel to follow after her. Masters? Oh, it took everything in his power not to scowl more so than he already did.

“Where are you going?” He was two steps behind her now. All things considered, he might have let her pass without conflict- he knew well the frustration of being unable to sleep and sorely doubted she’d been about to wander the outdoors in her nightgown and slippers. The quip against him riled him a bit and his curiosity piqued.    

They had been so lovely, once. Gamboling through the fields their mother cultivated, sunlight warm on their faces and bare feet, becoming dusty and grimy and loving the smell of soil and the grasses they rolled and stained their clothing in. Now she looked upon Ravus and she saw a stranger. A man once her brother, but any longer, she wasn’t sure.

Lunafreya wondered even after this raiment, of their homeland, but bearing a sword Aldercapt had issued. That he could be kind to Tenebrae, but bit and clawed everyone else with imperial fangs. “Yes Ravus, a cage. Do not act as though you know not of what I speak,” she seethed softly, composed enough for the midnight. Their meetings were rare, anymore. 

Speak of the devil, as she’d been but a few strides ahead of him. She stopped, gritting her teeth and setting her jaw. “You ask what cage and yet you ask where I am going, inside of our home. If I had wish to escape, I would be dressed, Ravus. That much should be obvious.” They’d thought her declawed, and they’d been wrong. She had fight and fangs as much as he did, if not more so.

[Nochang the King of Hooks] When I hear yours It sucks, it sucks When I hear yours, umm umm When I hear yours, tut tut When you hear ours, hoo hoo Don't even compare When you hear ours, hoo hoo

When I hear yours, umm umm When I hear yours, tut tut When you hear ours, hoo hoo Don't even compare When you hear ours, hoo hoo

[Swings] Umm umm, my aura? It smells like a revolutionary figure I made hiphop grow Hiphop didn't make me grow The space was surfing on Instagram And asked me that Korea needed a rap Lebron Do you wanna try, Swings? I nod my head, uh huh It tells me to act like I'm bowing Some people, uh huh Have other things that change No refunds, can't change this Same shit, like a dog that eats the same food every day

[Goretexx??? I think????? teriyaki] Brrr brrr IBK just called me now "The dollars are ready We gon wire that money now" I answered the lady at the bank "Sure, you know I'm always bout that life" Brrr brrr You really startin To hate on me already I've never learned rap Fuck that rap academy I change my job Mother fuckin poppa TeriYaki Used to sip on cheap ass sake Now I'm gettin' wealthy

[Hook]

[Giriboy] When we turn ours on, there's controversy When we listen to yours, we don't recognize it When we turn ours on, there's confusion When we listen to yours, it's difficult to listen to

When you listen to ours, you'll want to die When we listen to yours, it's like something's broken When you listen to ours, it's a movie When we listen to yours, it's a fantasy

When you listen to ours, it's an erogenous zone We shouldn't listen to yours You can't help but listen to ours You can't help but kill yours

You can't help but kill yours Stick the cross into the grave We kill it, the wheel Then we dance on the grave, each one of us

[Black Nut] Hey, when we listen to yours, even Jigglypuff will start sleeping When you listen to ours, even the mute will go "wow" Listening to yours, even a person with a tic disorder will say from his heart, "Hey, you motherfucker" Listening to ours, even Steven Hawking will stand up and clap Biggie and Tupac's coffin lids will shake and Bruno Mars will become unconscious Listening to yours, even a person with urinary incontinence will keep their urine ay ay The girls that listen to ours, They will all become ours, Squirtle ay ay (idk what this part is???) God listens to mine and says Daewoong you'll go to heaven God listens to yours and says You'll have Kimbop Heaven forever

Hook

[Vasco Bill Stax] ((I think)) The scale of rappers today is gimochi They sparkle for a little and go away like one-day employees You wanna smell the upper air? Put your height at the lower level You guys go on your tippy toes to be shown, that's cute Carnival when I poop Hotel, motel, studio I make music anywhere My studio is a moving one (yeah) Now you wanna feature me (okay) My career is speeding over the limit Picture me (rolling)

Faux-down (I can't believe it's not real feathers in my bedding.)

Here's were I can't figure the logic.

1. Let's assume I don't have an animal dander allergy (I do, personally, but that's beside the point).

2. Let's assume I eat chicken at least once a week. That's quite a few birds being plucked of their feathers every year, just by me, alone.

2. a. Let's assume food chickens are actually plucked for their feathers in the processing and not just dipped in something very toxic that melts the feathers (and hopefully doesn't linger in our food afterwards, but also beside the point).

3. Let's assume my yearly chicken consumption roughly equals the amount of feathers need for a couple pillows, or even a whole down stuffed blanket/coverlet/douvet/comforter/whatchamacallit.

... Conclusion ...