#tennamote

Jongler was anti-spamtenna...

...but that came back to bite them later.

With a mournful sigh, they lean against the wall. A figure approaches them. “Hey, Plues,” They greet sadly, not looking over as the figure inquires why they're so sad. “I’se jus sad dat I ain't wit Plues and Batts right now.” “Battat. It’s already a nickname, you don't need to give the nickname a nickname.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77211606/chapters/212848571

It's the final Tennamote update!

“…So, yeahs. Tenns an’ I are goin’ wit whosever dose kids find. An’ from dere, uh…” They exhale, putting both hands on their thigh(s? They’ve always been unclear on what to call it with just one leg.) as they shrug. Battat, who thus far has been sitting across them on the table with his hands crossed in front of his mouth as he listens with a serious expresion, looks up to them, then nods seriously. “Right… Okay. So. Pluey, have you started unpacking yet?” When the shadowguy shakes his head, the Pippins only grumbles.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77211606/chapters/213956646

They sink into their seat. Unempathetic plastic and metal digs into their back. “Glad you could make it.” Battat breaks the uneasy silence first. He still won’t look at them as he mutters cue times to himself. “Ain’t nowhere better for me to be.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77211606/chapters/209259051

Grumbling Western-flavored nonsense at a low frequency to themself, they pull on their least favorite jacket with a grip so tight that they hear something rip as they tug it down their arm. They pause for only a moment before they make a begrudging noise as they resolve to continue with a split shoulder seam. There was no time to fix that, they just had to hope no one wanted to comment on it. “Your jacket’s busted.” A Zapper comments absentmindedly, picking lint out of his pockets and flicking it idly at random targets.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/77211606/chapters/208028816