#ridet

Aryo looked down at the tiny person in front of him... Or not so much a person. “You’re calling me the freak? You’re the one with fangs, and goat ears.” He said distastefully. “What do you want?”

Quill sighs as he shuts the last of the bags he packed. “Listen, Limp, I’m not sure what exactly you eat. Cans or banana peels– something of the sort, I’m certain, but rule number one is you don’t eat my food stash,” he continued to mumble idle threats under his breath as he checked a compartment of his bag in which he had 3 jars of Nutella. “And you’re driving, of course. I’ve yet to understand how automobiles work.” 

Who are you? Better yet what are you? Ugh, is that a tail?

“If this is another one of your attempts at pranking me, it’s not going to work. I’m fairly certain that tweeting is social media phenomenon,” Quill scowled, grumbling, “Right? Besides, I would assume using a bird to write with would mean writing with… well, a quill.” 

…You’re adopted. We still love you the same, and all that other sentimental drivel. 

Oh, I’m doing alright, Half and Quarter. Just looking forward to the day you admit you have a tail. 

–Quill gasped as he sat up in bed, noticing Half and Quarter near him. Goat Boy who, in his dream, had just removed his heart from his body and burned it. “Jesus. I know I irritate you quite often, but I do hope you’re not actually here to attempt to cause me bodily harm.”