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The year seemed like it had lasted a lot longer than it did -- it must’ve been five or six years long, at least. But, finally, she and Dipper were stepping off the bus and onto the streets of Gravity Falls. More importantly, she was being greeted by none other than her great uncle. 

“GRUNKLE STAN!” she yelled, her voice loud, somewhat shrill, and disturbing to a nearby chipmunk. Not that she cared. She was too excited. Immediately, she dropped her bags so she could give her grunkle a hug. “Ohmigosh hi!! I made you and Ford Grunkle-sized Mabel sweaters! And I brought scrapbooks so I can show you what we did this year, and I stocked up on materials to scrapbook this summer, too. Ooh!! Did you take pictures of what you got to do? Can I see?? This is gonna be the new best summer EVER!!”

| @bearskeep |

How long had it been since Dany had a DECENT amount of sleep? Even she could not answer that truthfully. Now as she lay peacefully on the warm bed her slumber is DISRUPTED by another nightmare of losing those closest to her heart. Body writhing with discomfort as groans escape her. Suddenly she is being pulled out of the horror that played through her head, eyes as blue as the skies in Dorne look to the other. There is FEAR in them and Dany cannot resist the urge to hold onto Jorah as he saves her from the dream that haunts her.

“I’m sorry...”

    For having made his friend worry, Tetsu isn’t in the least bit proud of himself. The troubled expression overtaking Misono’s features now sends a fresh wave of guilt washing over the incapacitated hot springs heir. He can handle being scolded by the older boy (a daily occurrence really) for his reckless behavior, but it is this new worry ridden visage that has Tetsu feeling all sorts of contrite. 

     ‘That look doesn’t suit you, Misono...’  Comes a thought, one he keeps tucked away behind his lips despite his straightforward nature. 

    All things considered however, the injuries he’d sustained in the scuffle had been a minute price to pay in his mind. His friend is once again safe from Tsubaki’s subclasses and that’s more than enough for Tetsu. 

     ❝I dunno, my body just moved... You know?❞ Tetsu replies wearily from where he’s leaning against the wall immediately behind him, the eggshell paint already having taken to his blood like an unsullied canvas. The front of his cotton t-shirt is tattered to ribbons as if he’d just returned from a life and death struggle with a pair of scissors, rendering the name of his family’s hot springs illegible. Overly the cuts are superficial in nature without even the need for stitches, the only exception being a pretty nasty stab wound to his right side. ❝I wanted to keep you from getting hurt so I just... Put myself in the way. It worked though, even if it was kinda stupid... But y’know, thinking’s never really been my thing...❞ 

「 ♛∞ 」↣ “ ǀ ɗσ ησт fєαя ɗєαтн. ǀ fєαя σηƖу тнαт му яαgє ωιƖƖ fαɗє σνєятιмє. ” ↴                                     |—(••÷[ ᴸᵉᵗ ᵀʰᵉˢᵉ ˢᶜᵃʳˡᵉᵗ ᴱʸᵉˢ ᴮᵉᵃʳ ᵂᶤᵗᶰᵉˢˢ ]÷••—|

          Well over a week has passed since Kurapika first rescued the aspiring doctor from drowning. For the entirety of their time apart, his heart has been plagued by immense sadness and longing to see Leorio once more. The young merman has missed his human companion terribly and has since been ridiculed endlessly for his burning desire to embrace the surface world.

     Unable to bear it all any longer, the determined mer creature has struck a deal with an infamous sea witch and in exchange for his voice he has been given human extremities. The terms are simple- to keep his eyes from turning scarlet for three whole days. An intelligent being, his is a decision made under pressure and desperation he knows not how to rightly thwart. In his haste to get to the surface and fill his new lungs with air he looses his ability to swim properly and is swept up by a merciless current. 

    Reaching the surface just in time, Kurapika steals a greedy mouthful of air before an oncoming wave crashes down over the unfortunate mer man and drags him towards the beach where he had met Leorio.  Thrown violently to shore, the nude blond winces in pain as he lays uselessly atop the simmering sand. Thankful to be alive but rather shaken he remains there, contemplating his next move as the sunlight beats down upon him. 

“No... I’m aware that you looked tired every time I see you but, today’s different. You looked extra tired today. Did something bad happened between you and the cinnamon roll of yours?” He really wouldn’t let go of such odd appearance and what’s more is that, he couldn’t seem to feel content with the answer given to him. 

“ʜᴜʜ?” ᴍɪʏᴜᴋɪ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ..ᴡʜᴏ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ? “ᴏʜ, ᴜᴍ..ᴏᴋᴀʏ..?” ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ?

“ᴇʀ..ᴘᴀʀᴅᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ sɪʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ?” sʜᴇ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏsɪᴛʏ.

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