#heeheheh.

❝ ugh. ❞ he awoke to the grown, yet chubby light-blue yoshi swiping his tongue over his face. as much as geno loved sloppy kisses from his adopted friend, he did not need this now. ❝ okay, okay, i’m up. ❞ wobbling onto his two feet, he tried to shake himself back into reality, his head fuzzy, his mind stalling. what he wouldn’t do for a soda and a warm blanket right now...

something, however, was off. rather, everything felt... great. eyes shot open with the realization that he felt closer to tip-top than he’d felt since the incident. frantically glancing about, he located a little puddle of water nearby, and upon hunching over it, his expression twisted. what did it change into? well, that was something he couldn’t quite describe, a feeling he had trouble deciphering. he was like a strange cocktail of relief and confusion.

all of his wounds were gone, and as for his damaged spirit, well... he now felt like a million bucks, almost like nothing ever happened. the strangest thing, however, was his appearance. had he already put his halloween costume on? no, of course not, yet here he was, donning his planned attire for the festivities. to top it all off, the plastic teeth that had been planned for his mouth were already embedded inside... rather firmly.

❝ wha...? ❞ fingers slipped beneath them to try to pull, only for him to yelp and retract them. those teeth, once rubbery and fake, were now sharp as knives. they felt eerily real, probably because... they actually were.

so, this was how it was gonna be, eh? this was the gimmick for this little trip. talk about being true to life with his new get-up. in the end, he couldn’t really complain, not when he felt so much better. the tiniest smile crept carefully onto his face, and upon realizing that didn’t hurt anymore, he beamed.

@sweatinlikeasinner

Right.

Belle was headed to a sleepover. 

Sure. This was a totally normal thing, that totally normal people did. Except that Belle was not normal. Not anymore. Her life was not normal. Nothing about her was normal these days. She’d died and come back to life. Her boyfriend was currently trapped in the Underworld. She had a disguised demon dog that followed her around for protection.

Belle’s days of dreaming about adventure were over. Well, honestly, they’d been over for a while, but now they were really over. 

But, life turned on without her. Without Hades. (She felt a pang of guilt in her chest and she swallowed it down as she clutched the little paper with Lottie’s address that she’d scribbled out in her hand as she walked up the long driveway and to the frankly gargantuan house. 

It was actually just about as big as the Bonfamille house (though, maybe just a slight smaller.) Only a few blocks away too, Belle noted. She’d only ever come to the Woods when she was very little, when she’d go to visit Adella. So, now, this was--so strange. 

She looked at the number on the side of the house and down at the paper possibly a hundred times before she stepped up onto the porch, attempting to shift her blanket and pillow under her arm (Belle didn’t like the idea of sleeping somewhere else without something from home with her, not right now, not these days. Though, she doubted she’d sleep much regardless.)