#thyme schnee

Thyme: Ma'am I am twenty six.

Parsley, placing it down on her desk in her room, sighing: Thank you. With all this homework Signal gives me I need the energy to get through it.

Parsley, sighs, putting her chin to her hand: I don't know, sometimes it definitely feels like I'm expected to be even better than my moms and that's...scary.

Parsley, goes to grab the drink, only to find it gone: ...huh? That's...weird...

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Tarra, shaking her head, putting the drink on the living room table: No thank you, Momma said these are bad for me.

Tarra, growing bashful, bowing her head: Th-Thank you though, it was a really thoughtful gift. I'm sorry I just-

Tarra, lifting her head up, noticing the drink is gone: ...what happened?

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Thyme, cracking open the drink and starts to down it: I HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO-

Ruby, bursting into their room, rose petals fluttering around her: HEY! YOU'RE TOO YOUNG FOR THIS JUNK!

Thyme, shouting back as they try to keep the drink out of Ruby's hands, continuing to take sips whenever they can: I! AM! TWENTY! SIX!

Ruby: YOU'RE ELEVEN!

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Clove, looking around suspiciously, hiding in a tree house: Did you get em?

Basil, dumping two extra cans of monster onto the floor: Heck yeah I did. Now we get two each!

Clove, cracking open on of her cans: This is gonna be sweet! I bet these are gonna give us SO MUCH energy!

Basil, mimicking his sister: It's gonna be so fun, we're gonna be off the walls, let's do this!

Clove, taking a sip in tandem with Basil, the pair staring at eachother with mouths full of monster: ...

Basil: ...

Clove, spitting the drink out, muttering while spitting out the taste: That's so bad!!! Why does Mother drink these?!?!

Magnolia, lounging on their apartment's couch: I've been doing quite well, thank you. I would say I'm all but completely used to this whole...timeline hopping nonsense.

Thyme, sitting on the floor in the middle of dozens of sprawled out papers, holding their face in their hands, muttering to themselves: This sucks this sucks this sucks.

Magnolia: Thyme is...having a moment.

Thyme, groaning: When I realized I had a super nice fancy apartment in this timeline it was awesome, I didn't think I'd have to work for it!!!! I mean what do I know about fashion? Why does Coco Adel work for me????? Do you know who that is?!

Magnolia, shrugging: See? A moment.

Thyme, glancing up from their laptop: How do you mean?

Magnolia, shrugging: Nothing incredibly exciting has happened to us recently. No life threatening monsters in any timelines. No weird drama. It's been sort of...

Thyme, raising an eyebrow: Normal?

Magnolia: Boring.

Thyme, sighs, closing the laptop: Well, what do you suggest then?

Magnolia, sitting up, stretching: I think the next time we return my home timeline, we should...I don't know. Go find trouble. Solve it. Be heroes.

Thyme, groans: Ugh...fine...but nothing too crazy okay?

Magnolia, raising a hand: I swear. Nothing crazy.

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Thyme, tied to a skewer, hanging over a burning fire: Oh, I swear. I sweaaaar, nothing crazy. Nothing crazy at alllll.

Magnolia, hanging upside down by her ankles off to the side: Will you stop being a baby and just stop time or something.

Thyme, being rotated around the skewer: OH I'M A BABY NOW? I'M BEING COOKED ALIVE AND THAT MAKES ME A BABY?

Thyme, spitting out defensively: Mutter obviously! But not me! I don't do that at all!

Thyme, looking over to the opening door of their room in the Schnee manor, in a harsh whisper: What?

Magnolia, slipping in an closing the door, turning around and looking a little embarrassed: I...dislike having an entire room to myself. Would it be okay if I sleep in here?

Thyme, appreciating the fact that the dark room is hiding their red face: F-Fine, you can stay here. Just don't think that I prefer it this way too because I totally don't!

Blake, putting an arm out in front of Yang: ...

Yang, confused: What? What is it?

Blake, sighs, rubbing her eyes with an exhausted scowl: All of you...open your eyes.

Yang, looking forward in the dark hall to see three glowing pairs of eyes open up and stare back at them: ...oh, you've got to be kidding.

Blake, along with everyone else, flinching a tad as a light pops on in the hall: Bah!

Marion, standing besides the triplets, her hand on a light switch, speaking mostly to herself: Why on earth this household keeps all the lights off constantly is beyond me...

Marion, clearing her throat and giving a bow to Yang and Blake: Lady Belladonna, Lady Xiao Long, my name is Marion Rivers, a pleasure.

Blake, her fingers still in her eyes: Why...are my children awake.

Tarra, already shaking in tears: C-Clove a-and Basil wanted to explore and-

Basil, crossing his arms and pouting: Tattle-ears.

Yang, shaking her head, bending down to be on their level: Well, we're disappointed, we're going to talk to the others and we'll see what happens since you all broke the rules. I'm so terribly sorry about this, I hope they weren't a bother to you.

Marion, shaking her head: Goodness no, no no no. They are very lovely children, they were a joy to have as company. I promise. They just wanted a midnight snack is all, and I was happy to provide.

Weiss, speaking up from a bit down the hall, walking besides Parsley: Well, well, well. Looks like we've got some little midnight wanderers.

Clove, hanging her head: We're really in for it now...

Basil, stomping his foot down and pointing to Parsley: HOW COME SHE CAN BE UP AND WE CAN'T THOUGH!?

Parsley, her eye twitching with a bit of irritation, mumbling to herself: Because I'm older than you.

Marion, turning to bow to Weiss and Parsley: Lady Schnee, Young Lady Parsley. I know this isn't my place, but I do ask you don't punish them severely, it was partially my fault for not immediately letting you all know when I found them and-

Weiss, coming up and placing a hand on Marion's shoulder: Dear, don't worry. Don't worry. Why don't you go home for the night, we can take it from here.

Marion, scratching her cheek a little awkwardly: W-Well, my shift did technically end an hour and a half ago.

Yang, her fists at her hips, sternly: YOU MADE THIS POOR GIRL PUT IN OVERTIME?

Blake, holding out her hands: Alright, the three of you. C'mon. I'm going to take you all to your bedrooms. Apologize to Miss Marion, please.

Clove, taking hold of Blake's hand, her head still hanging as she mumbles and apology: Sorry Miss Marion...

Basil, taking hold of Clove's free hand to form a chain, giving a jealous stink-eye to Parsley, who returns it, muttering: Sorry Miss Marion.

Tarra, not taking Blake's hand at first, stepping up to Marion's side, anxiously tapping her fingers together: I...Ummm...I-

Marion, looking down to Tarra with a big smile: Yes, Young Lady Tarra?

Tarra, lunging forward to give Marion a sudden hug, speaking quickly before running off to Blake: Thank you so much for the sandwiches, and that you like my ears, I hope we see you tomorrow. Sorry!

Blake, with a surprised look on her face, sharing one with the Weiss, Yang, and even Parsley, taking up Tarra's hand: W-Well. Thank you, Miss Marion, again, terribly sorry for them taking up your night. Now let's go you three.

Yang, after Blake walks off with the triplets, crossed her arms: Wow...she hugged you.

Parsley: That is a little surprising.

Marion, slightly confused: Did...did I do something wrong or?

Weiss, chuckling: No, no. Not even in the slightest. Tarra is very...slow to like people, you should consider yourself a one in a million.

Marion's, slowly nodding, now a bit surprised herself: Ahhh, I see. I see.

Weiss, with a smile: But yeah, get on home. It's late so I'll be happy to bring you myself. Would you call it now for our walk, Parsley?

Yang: Y'can join me if you want, looking for your Mother.

Parsley, nods: Sure, I'm not very tired.

Weiss, parting ways with Yang and Parsley, Marion beside her: I will say, I am very glad they were good for you. But Gods, now that I've seen that, I just hope we have some children who are asleep.

Marion, chuckling a little: I can only imagine.

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Magnolia, sitting on the floor of Thyme's room, the pair of them playing cards: ...should we go to sleep?