Lunar, running away from Eclipse: I have enough trauma!
Eclipse, running away from Sun: I have kids, don’t kill me!
Sun, running away from Kill Code Moon: Stop your feral screeching, I didn’t do anything to Eclipse yet!
Kill Code Moon, running away from Moon: I promise all me and Monty did was hug and hold hands! I would never use your body for anything beyond such a simple gesture! You’ve even hugged and held hands with the gator before!
Moon: *chasing Kill Code Moon down holding security cam pictures of KC and Monty flirting and holding hands*
Blood Moon, watching on the sidelines with an oil margarita: Our family is dumb.
Harvest Moon, not even looking up from his book: Yes, they are.
Solar Flare, floating by the twins on a pool floatie with gasoline in a wine glass: They have no communication skills whatsoever.
Good Eclipse, taking sips of his battery acid mojito: I mean, I could probably trip Lunar right now and make all of them fall into the pool. Lunar would absolutely forgive me as long as I fish him out first.
Lunara, pouting: I wanted to play chase too.
Good Eclipse: Yes, but you play chase with a knife, kid, and that’s not safe around a pool. I’m only keeping you close for your own safety.
