#mrsactoragentofchange

"Aaodahne?"

"What?" Ty asked.

Flip gently pushed the small child's fingers out of her mouth. She had agreed to watch over her friend Jilomena's children while she was out shopping. The young lad hadn't believed that Sprites had sharp teeth. They seemed blunt enough when she smiled.

"I said, are you done?" she clarified. "Can't have my mouth open all day if you're not even going to put chocolate in it."

"Well! How do you change them? They look sharp sometimes and not sharp other times." Ty pouted.

"The front ones change places when they need to, depending on what I'm eating, naturally. Retractable, just like my wings can slide back into me if I'm not using them. I'm not a biologist, so couldn't say why. The ones along the sides are always fangs. All the better to bite off little fingers when they're stuck in places they ought not to be." Flip punctuated the false threat with a wide, sharp grin. "Why's it matter, ne?"

Ty leaned in, an important whisper on his lips.

"I have a question." he breathed.

"Me too. Why do you smell like an armpit? We're hosing you down before your Mom gets home." Flip replied. "What's your question?"

"I do NOT smell like an armpit!" Ty huffed, then discreetly sniffed himself and made a face of disgust. "Well. Okay, might a LITTLE smell like an armpit. But only just! Anyway..." he dropped his voice low. "How do you... You know..." he gave Flip a pleading look, as if he didn't want to say a dirty word, but she could only stare at him blankly. "Kiss?"

"Whahahahat??? How do I kiss???" Flip cackled, bright and dual toned.

"Shhhh shh! Yes! How'd you do it? I've seen Mum and Dad kiss, and it looks like they're biting each other's faces. If you do it, won't the other person bleed?" Ty looked around, hoping his brothers hadn't heard him asking such a grown up thing. "Do you drink their blood? Stop laughing, it's serious!"

"Kissing isn't biting. I mean, some kisses are bitey. But I have the flat teeth for that. Are you worried that I'll fall madly in love with you when you grow up and I'll bite off your face? Fraid you're a few centuries too young for me, nugget." Flip shook her head. "As for your parents, I wouldn't be surprised if your Dad was biting your Mom trying to steal a sandwich out of her mouth. Now into the bath with you."

"You can't make me take a bath if I don't want to." Ty challenged.

"That's a good point and well made, but I could vanish your clothes and call your brothers in here to see your naked butt." Flip replied dangerously. "Your nose will thank you."

"Aah! I'm going, I'm going! Sheesh!" the boy fussed, darting out of the room.

Flip squinted at the phone screen, but then slapped her little knee and pointed finger guns at Jilly.

💫 - fight, tickle, insult

“I think Met OR Gabe would be good sparring partners in a fun insult battle, but I’ll go with Met. I have a feeling that Jil would be angry if I fought her Mate. Gabriel is getting tickled because he probably thinks he’s safe. But being on buddy-buddy terms with me means that you are never safe. Ever. Which is why I’ll fight Cas, because nobody said it couldn’t be a tickle fight. So he's getting it twice today! He’s gonna be wooooorn out!”

🥊 - pinch, slap, punch

“The Mettatron usually doesn’t incur my tiny wrath, BUT he did steal the last of the whipped cream out of the hideout’s fridge. Which means he’s getting a visit from our resident crab, Leonardo de Pinchi. I think Gabriel would LIKE being slapped, so he’s getting a butt punch instead. And Cas... I’d RATHER not slap him. But if I have to... he can take a fish-slap. There’s bound to be a sturgeon around here somewhere.”

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Jil gave Flip a narrow-eyed glance, but it was short lived as her friend quickly redeemed herself by indicating the sofa.

She closed her eyes virtually the second Flip started to card through her hair. A soft murmur of approval and bliss escaped her. Jil ADORED having her hair stroked and played with, it sent her into a near trance-like state of relaxation.

‘Mmm. Yes. Wonderful,’ she managed in response to the question. ‘I’m happy to let you do this alllll day. How’s things? What have you been up to lately?’

“Oh. The usual. Seems like Dread is coming in waves for people during this whole quarantine business. We’ve gotten some expanses of time where positivity is really swelled up to the point where it’s difficult for Nightmares to take hold of a mind, but then we’ll hit a valley where everyone falls off into despair and then people might as well line their houses with neon buffet signs. You know how it is.” Flip sighed, now twirling and pinning sections of the hair in places. “My poor Time Sprite associate is at his wit’s end trying to predict how many backwards time jumps I’ll need to be able to complete certain rounds because of how sporadic the whole situation is.”

She was giving Jil some lovely fierce Viking braids. It seemed apt, considering that one had to be quite brave in the current state of the world. AND if she didn’t like it, she didn’t have to wear it out because there was nowhere to go.