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gctchell · 19 days

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@fearedelight asked:

Sir Pentious' Eggs had gone on a special mission for their boss, and they had not disappointed him; while to a listening ear, one of his Eggs asking Niffty what her favorite flowers were seemed harmless, the snake had reason for wanting this information. Hell did have some places that grew Earth flora, he still didn't feel like the flowers as is were enough. At least Hell had more unique colors than Earth -- he got daffodils that were pink and red, vibrant and fiery almost. Just like Niffty.

But he added a special touch to them. It took some trial and error, he definitely bought a lot of flowers over the span of a couple weeks, but then he finally got it to work! The corona on the daffodils all sported needles along the inside, like sharp teeth, and the flowers themselves were now alive. Sort of like they were a cross between flowers and Venus flytraps (in essence).

Now came the hard part: delivering the bouquet of mutated daffodils to the little maid who had captured his heart. So, hands clutching the bouquet, Sir Pentious slowly slithered over to Niffty where she was dusting some of the hotel statues. "Niffty, dear? I- I have ssomething for you." Face flushed deeply as his gaze flickered to and from Niffty, a small smile forming on his lips as he held out the bitey plants. "I heard that you loved daffodilss, and ssomeone ass wonderful ass you desservess more than jusst normal flowerss, sso I mutated them for you." // CHUCKS THIS AT YOU RED!!!!!!

"Oh, it has to be daffodils. They have funny trumpets I loved to blow in as a girl." Niffty was swept up into the conversation so easily and so unsuspectingly, they could fish just about anything they wanted out of her while she rubbed dry the wet plates piled in one part of the sink. Sure blowing in them scared the pollen out of the bumble bees, but that's what happens when they're so fun! "Do you have a favorite? We can go to the garden and look around if you don't. EVERYONE should have a favorite flower, even Egg Boys."

The Egg Boy got stuck with her for a while as she chattered his nonexistent ear off while she did the dishes, but eventually he would skitter away with a muffin Niffty snatched from the counter, freshly made by Alastor. She returned to work none the wiser and remained that way, until now.

"One second, cookie!" Niffty flitted her feather duster at the statue of an elephant a few more times, which curled its trunk and blew out a loud trumpet of its own before shaking itself and returning to stationary. She hopped from her perch and floated down on her billowed skirt, sticking the landing right in front of Sir Pentious with a big smile. And then, following that..

Shock.

The feather duster tumbled from her grip and bounced about on the ground as that wild, bead maze of a mind came to a clattering, screeching stop, peppered with the sound of traffic pile-up to match the beating of her heart. She blinked. "Ayuuh?" That wasn't a word, that was a noise, and yet noises are all that Niffty makes as her fingers roll and curl against her palms. "Waaai- waaah - wuh? Thosefo'me?"

They were really pretty. Like, really, really, super pretty. They were unlike anything she had ever seen before, and when the Inventor says he literally made them herself, it makes all the sense in the world and serves to make her eye fill out the entirety of its lid. She darts looking back and forth between the bouquet and Sir Pentious, rapid paced.

Daffodils. Daffodils that moved, as if acknowledging her, with needles in their trumpets. Pink and red, burning with vivid color more than anything - the prettiest colors she has ever seen them in before. There were so many, and they were reeking with good health. At first she was too stunned to move, but then her arms shot out and made grabby motions as he offered them, and she took them happily in her arms, hugging them and spinning on the tips of her toes with glee. She couldn't help it, any girl would lose her mind over flowers, especially flowers made for her.

made for her.

m a d e for h e r .

"Youmadetheseforme?" Mutated. Not bought, not cut from a park somewhere, not even snatched from someone's garden, mutated. He took these into his lab and changed them to his specifications mutated. He made them, and he was giving them to her. Her shrunken pupil ogles Sir Pentious, eye fully unblinking now. A bridge of red grows from the center of her face and spans out across her cheeks.

The heart rate in her chest would surely break any monitor and make it fizz-n-pop with electricity.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

Dizzy.

Whoa. Dizzy.

Whoa.

No, no. Niffty's fine. Niffty is not going to tumble over and faint on the ground, she's not a rookie. She's going to stand here and stare at the snake that has unintentionally coiled himself around her heart and earned himself a place as one of her soft favorites. Someone she liked to dote on, someone who, admittedly, was a crush, and she had begun to realize he was going to be one of the deep crushes that was not going to go away for the next decade or two, or probably another forty years from now. A rare sweetie that actually sunk hooks deeper into her heart with how nicely he treated her, and how he took the time from his day to spend it with her, or assist her in some way that might have been a bit too much for her to carry out on her own.

No, this was more than a crush. This was the kind of guy a living ▓▓▓▓ dreamed about pitching white picket fences and filling the yard out with, a variety of cats and little monsters all over the lawn. The kind of guy who she would be sitting by the radio with listening to their favored shows, and turning the tube on to watch the evening news. The kind of guy who'd put her coat on before they took off to the city dance hall in the evening, who would sing along to the tunes on the car radio with. The kind of guy who would turn their garage into his personal workshop and fiddle away with his trinkets and doodads, making who knows what, and she would have to come and pull him like a fish on a reel to dinner - when she wasn't right there with him, forgetting to make a meal all-together.

Ooooh yeah, this was that real-real stuff.

This is the kind of stuff that's definitely going to haunt her for decades to come.

"Yanno," Niffty tittered, sinking her lower face into the bunch of sentient flowers. Her lashes bat slowly, her coy look meeting his shy one. "back from when I was alive, a guy didn't give a gal flowers without it meaning something. You actually made these for me.." Her arms grow tighter around the bouquet, fingers sinking into their parchment. "Are you proposing to me or something, Sir P?"

#fearedelight #fearedelight; sir pentious.#[ niffty; ic. ]#[ niffty; &sir pentious. tighten your tie boy ; you're something to die for. ]#[ inventory; niffty. ]#[ saves. ]#[ asks. ]#long post #(( THROWS THIS BACK AT YOU!!! I'VE BEEN CRYING FOR HOURS TAKEIT I'M MELTED ))#(( AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *SCREAMS INTO MY HANDS* ))

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amimiyama · 2 years

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Yyeah-

So.

Ii was trhinking about aa character, ssomeone ssent mme ammesage tthat mmade me stop, and i heraf trhis rreally nicee voicee say ‘no, go on, keep talking’????

o. oh?? thats. definitely smth!!- jonah

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ultramantr1gger · 2 years

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farting for my health and brother im in perfect condition

#this is a lie i hold them in all day sorry #ssomeone stop me from saying things

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ambiguousdisorderken · 3 years

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all i do is check destiel tag on tumblr, browse the #theysilencedthem tag on twitter and tweet to show support, lurk the spn cast social media accts, check tumblr again, write post about destiel, watch destiel vids on youtube and insta, think of dean and cas, experience outbursts of anger towards cw, y yo a ti cas, rewatch the clip of the confession in la verdad to make sure it's still there, sing offkey angel with a shotgun, cry to the night we met, feel pain upon realizing this is it there are no more spn episodes to watch for the 1st time, put on my clown nose and sam wig, hope for king jensen to fix that mess of a finale, i love you, i heard your prayer, i prayed to you cas, every night!, reduce my entire life to a waiting act for the next spngate tidbit, relax my destiel-infused brain by reading destiel fics, bi dean winchester, rainbow-colored wings, thank misha for his rancid nuts, feel happy for jensen being validated by just about EVERYONE, escribir tags en español, scream out of nowhere bc it's canon!, tear up bc it's canon:(, feel exhausted bc this is TOO much and it's been nonstop since nov 5th, wish i could think about literally anything else, but fail miserably and return to this rathole to scour for more memes like the chaotic heller i am... THE WAY DEAN HELD MIRACLE, the way tptb censored him!!!, how latam wb gave us this present, we broke tumblr again, destiel is my life support, im tired i-

#I cant do this anymore!!!#But at the same time i cannot stop #ssomeone send help #Idk what itd be #My goddd i pulled an all nighter last night im too old for this #Personal #Destiel #Deancas #Text #supernatural #Spn #spn crack

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vigilantevesperia · 4 years

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@djodditty

Well that was a first someone actually encouraging him to do bad things instead of stoping him. “Prove it huh easy enough to do that and pretty boy really Djeeta?” He chuckle a bit.

#djodditty #ssomeone stop these two xD

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zelda-and-princess-hyrule · 5 years

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Thinking about Danny devito beej

#ssomeone put it into my head and I can not stop thinking about it #might have to end up drawing it #hhmmmmm #thoughts???

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invincibletooru · 5 years

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Yeet yeet is the new Oya Oya you can’t convince me otherwise.

#ssomeone stop me #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#karasuno #nekoma #fukurodani #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurō #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu bokuto #oya oya oya

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kuromif · 3 years

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😵‍💫.

#I need help #some one commit me #I’ve lost it #I have HORRIVLE baby fever #my friends and co workers have been putting it in my head #I want one myself cause I feel old #omg my goooos I swear I’ll turkey baste myself #no STOP ARI #AGE IS NO REASON TO HAVE A CHILD #I MAY BE STABLE ENOUGH RIGHT NOW BUT NO #Ssomeone stop me #Ari talks

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the-faultofdaedalus · 6 years

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I kinda want to make an ask blog for remortal tony but that would be dumb right

#ssOMEONE STOP ME I HAVE NO IMPULSE CONTROL

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quirky-cork · 6 years

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Cork's horrible jokes #2

"When do women drink alcohol?"

"Wine O'Clock."

#(ssomeone stop him)#Jokes #Cork boy #Wine joke #Is anyone getting sick of me?

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smolfoxbab · 3 years

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okay here’s the Narumitsu angst (with a happy ending)

its my blog and i get to choose the hyperfixation to post about

((1,830 words //tw for injury + blood// hope u enjoy!))

Phoenix Wright wasn’t the type of person to make enemies. At least, not on his own. His selfless nature and optimistic personality made him a likable man to be around, even if he was often clumsy and oblivious at times. However, being a defense attorney was a different circumstance, one that brought a certain set of unspoken dangers with it. In proving his client’s innocence, the guilty verdict was placed onto another. While most of these people posed no threat behind the bars of their sentences, there was no guarantee a grudge wouldn’t push them to seek vengeance.

Miles Edgeworth had plenty of experience with this concept already. He was a prosecutor-- The Demon Prosecutor. Among the death threats and various other attempts on his life, he was all too aware of the risks that came with his job. But he had learned to shoulder them, right alongside the other burdens he carried. He also knew that Phoenix didn’t consider these things, didn’t consider his own safety as much as he considered others. Concussed, tazed, nearly drowned and beaten to a pulp in an infamously deadly river... none of it seemed to phase him. He never slowed in his pursuit for protecting others, and that... that concerned Miles more than anything.

“You need to be more careful, Wright,” he had said once in passing after a trial where a guilty offender nearly wrung Phoenix by the neck, the defense attorney standing just a little too close when the verdict was handed down.

“One of these days something... serious, might happen to you, and you won’t be able to just laugh it off.”

Phoenix only flashed him that dopey grin and said, “I’ll be fine, Edgeworth. For an unlucky guy, I’m pretty lucky.”

Miles wanted to believe that, truly. The man seemed to get off easy in dire situations more often than not, so perhaps he had a point behind his foolish reasoning. Even so, his worry lingered. Luck always tended to run out at some point.

---

Then one afternoon, his phone rang. He had already been driving towards Phoenix’s office, having been called over earlier on the premise of having an “important discussion.” He’d left as quickly as he could, but the traffic seemed to determined to keep him from reaching his destination. It was slow, and he seemed to be hitting every red light possible. It was at one of these prolonged red lights, as he sat impatiently tapping the steering wheel, that a familiar tune sounded off in his pocket. Sighing, he slipped his phone out and checked the screen, not too surprised to see Phoenix was the one calling. Forgot to tell him something in the first call, most likely. He hit “answer” and brought the device up to his ear.

“What is it, Wright.”

There was a raspy breath on the other end before Phoenix spoke, his voice just as hoarse.

“M-Miles, I... I-I uh...”

Miles’ brow furrowed, and he found himself straightening in his seat, grip tightening on the phone.

“Wright? Is something wrong?”

There was another breath, followed by a rather nasty sounding cough. There was then a sound that could have been a laugh, if it wasn’t so strained.

“Ah... s-something like that... I w-was trying to call... hhhah... I guess it d-doesn’t mmmatter... a-are you almost... here?”

The light turned green, and Miles pressed on the gas. Harder than he should have, perhaps, but he was uneasy now.

“Yes, I am. What is it, Wright? What happened?”

There was a grunting sound, and the rustle of paper.

“W-well... fffunny story, ah... there was s-ssomeone at the door and it t-turns out it wasn’t... w-wasn’t you and ahm... shit-”

The hiss was sharp and pained. Miles turned a corner a bit too hastily, nearly catching a street sign as he swung around it. Before he could say anything, Phoenix continued.

“I’m not... I’m nnnot doing too hot, Miles... It’s getting... k-kind of hard to... focus...”

Miles clenched his jaw, trying to hold his composure. He was on the final stretch of road, he just had to get there.

“Stay with me, Wright. Stay on the phone. Do you hear me?”

“Yeah...” came the reply, but the strength in it was fading, “yeah... Miles...?”

“I’m here, Wright.”

He turned into the office parking lot as he said that, haphazardly parking and exiting the car in record time.

“.....what I w-wanted to... tell you... I... I love... you.”

Miles’ breath hitched as he ascended the steps. He would’ve have stopped completely if not for the adrenaline fueling his movement. A lump formed in his throat, which he heavily swallowed as he pressed on. Damn it, why now did he- Damn that man.

“J-Just hold on, Wright. I’m coming up on the door now. Wright? Wright?”

Silence filled the other end of the line as he approached the door, which sat unlocked and ajar. A red smear stained the door handle, while more splashes led across the floor and deeper inside. Miles only hesitated a moment before flinging the door open, rapidly searching the room for the other man. It didn’t take long.

The defense attorney was slumped against a bookshelf near his desk, various papers and books scattered around him, along with his still lit up phone. He wasn’t moving. Miles sucked in a breath as he practically slid to Phoenix’s side, one hand clasping his shoulder while the other went to check his pulse. Thankfully, he could still feel it, though it was weakening.

“Wright? ...Phoenix, can you hear me?”

He tried to get some kind of response, lightly shaking his shoulder, but got nothing. He shifted his gaze downward, where he couldn’t help but spot the dark stain soaking underneath his jacket. He lifted the blue fabric slightly, trying to get some assessment of the damage. It looked too wide a tear to be a gun wound. A stabbing seemed more likely.

“Damn it. Damn you,” Miles cursed under his breath, shucking his jacket off and moving to put pressure on the wound. He set to call the authorities at the same time, his now-shaking hand nearly dropping the phone entirely. He stared at the unconscious man before him as the phone rang, mumbling to himself before the responder picked up,

“If you die, you fool, I’ll... I’ll bring you back and kill you again myself.”

Emergency services responded quickly, and an ambulance was sent with haste. The police force arrived as well, with the ever-diligent Gumshoe heading the charge. Ever-diligent, and ever-emotional, as the detective seemed to blast through one emotion after the next while Phoenix was being prepped for the drive to the hospital. Miles was given the assurance as he boarded the ambulance himself that, no matter what, the culprit wouldn’t get away with it. In the tense silence of the ride that followed, Miles let that statement repeat in his head- let it hold him together. They wouldn’t get away with this. He would see to it personally... Once he was assured that Phoenix was going to make it out of this alive.

---

Several hours of absolutely nerve-wracking waiting in the hospital lobby followed after, but all well worth it when he was informed that Phoenix was in stable condition. That didn’t stop him from nearly throwing the recovery room door off its hinges upon arrival, however. He needed to see it for himself, confirm with his own eyes that the other was alive.

A tired smile greeted him from the bed.

“Hey Edgeworth...��

Miles stood in the doorway for a moment, silent and stiff. Then, slowly, he drew in a breath, let his shoulders relax, and stepped inside with the door closing behind him.

“Wright.”

Phoenix winced at the tone of Miles’ voice, like a child about to be lectured by his parent.

“Look, before you get m-”

“You are an absolute moron, Phoenix Wright. I mean really of all the idiotic- Not only do you call me as you’re bleeding out, rather than contact the authorities-”

Phoenix attempted to interject.

“To be fair I was actually trying to call the-”

But Miles didn’t let him finish.

“But then you have the gall to go and declare- to tell me that you- in such a dire circumstance you decide to claim-”

“Miles-”

“Not seconds before I walk in on what could have well been a murder scene- And what would I have done then? Knowing you had said such a thing before I could even have a chance to process it let alone-”

“Miles if... if you don’t feel the same I-”

“Reciprocate.”

Both of them fell silent then. Phoenix, slack-jawed and staring straight at Miles while the prosecutor locked his gaze to the floor, feeling the heat begin to burn in his cheeks. Phoenix blinked rapidly, beginning to flush a bit himself despite his currently paler complexion.

“Y-y-you mean you-”

Edgeworth huffed and turned towards him, closing the distance between himself and the bed before closing the distance between the two of them. It was an impulsive kiss, and not the one either of them imagined would be their first, but it was real. Phoenix was real, and still here, returning the kiss like it was the most natural thing in the world. A wince and a hiss broke the moment though, Phoenix pulling back to sink into the mattress he’d started to push off of. Miles pulled back hastily, rubbing at his arm with an awkward clearing of his throat.

“A-apologies, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no- my fault, really. And look I... I’m sorry for worrying you and... how I said that really wasn’t how I meant to go about it-”

Miles cut him off again before he could start losing himself in his rambling.

“I... I know, Wright. I would be far more concerned if your plan had been to confess to me by having a near death experience.”

Phoenix chuckled nervously and looked elsewhere, giving Miles the chance to take up the seat next to his bedside.

“Yeah that’s... a little far out there... even for me. But Miles, you really...?”

Phoenix looked back with a start as Miles took his hand, his grip cautious but protective. Miles attempted to play it off as if he was exasperated, rather than jumbled mess of feelings he was grappling with. The mess of feelings he had been grappling with for some time.

“Honestly, I would have thought just now made it clear enough, but. If I must say it to convince you. Yes, Phoenix. I... I love you, too.”

There was a pause, far too long yet far too short, before Phoenix smiled. Still tired at the edges, but warm and genuine.

“Okay then. I’m... I’m really glad to hear it isn’t just... I’m glad.”

Miles couldn’t help but smile faintly himself, gently squeezing the hand in his.

“...As am I. Now... why don’t you tell me how you got into this mess?”

#narumitsu #wrightworth #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #My writing #fanfiction #*twiddles fingers*#idk if this is any good but

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byakuyasdarling · 2 years

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Ssomeone needs to absolutely force me to do my work tomorrow and stop me from being in an unproductive slump because it’s making me feel sad and stressed LOL

#challenge for today is just calming me down so I can go to sleep in the next hour tbh

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sangonomiyashrine · 2 years

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Hello there! May I have a kin assign for Literally any of your sources? :D

I'm a INFP-T, Demiflux and use She/they/nya pronouns + many more! usually described as the mom friend and therapist friend, I've been told my voice sounds calming and sleepy, as for personality i really cant say, though im definitely the kind of person who doesn't mind social interaction if it's with the right people.

I almost always get along with people, I also often experience rapid mood swings and try my best to control them. Id say im pretty kind?im a people pleaser and apologize for everything, always afraid that every little thing I do will make ssomeone leave me.

Im insecure about myself and often try to shape myself to fit the persons standards im talking too.

Im sensitive but not afraid to tell someone to go away if that makes sense, and I love getting attention (probably because I lacked it), when I get attached to someone Im willing to do anything and everything i can for them.

Some things I like are cooking / food! I plan to go to culinary school when im older, I like bunnies and all things soft and cutesy, but I also adore alt, horror, paranormal, folk lore, true crime and a lot of other things!

Aesthetics I enjoy are Softcore, Kidcore, Grunge, Angelcore, cottagecore and so many others! I like to sing and edit too, and i collect plushies. I also like to game!

My birthday is June 22nd, Im a cancer :D

you remind me of..

I also thought of Yuri (ddlc), Rika Kim and Sakura Haruno.

Mikan Tsumiki - she's a people pleaser who apologizes much too often, hoping that others will not hate her. she's rather insecure, which leads her to try to act in a way others will like. this is what makes her so anxious and nervous in most interactions. I think that she enjoys being around the "right people" a lot though, loving kindness from others after she learns to accept it. she would do anything for these people who truly care for her. it's implied that she was greatly neglected in her childhood, which is why she is so attention-seeking (it's heavily implied she trips for attention). in her ftes, she's shown to have a strong interest in horror, and she probably likes cutesy stuff too. despite her seemingly weak nature, she is good at taking care of people who are in a more fragile state than her.

Maple - she'd probably take the role of mom friend in a group, being a kind person and a people pleaser. I can see her successfully being able to calm and be there for others. she likes to be around people, feeling pretty disappointed when she isn't given sufficient attention from others. while she's generally calm, she can lose control of her emotions easily despite trying hard not to. we can see this when ranmaru takes the id card for her and she loses her temper, but is shown feeling bad about what she has done and trying to control herself. she is very attached to midori, and willing to do a lot for him.

Sayori - I'd say she's the therapist friend in the club, always being the one to calm others, encourage others and stop disputes. she's very concerned with getting along with others, and can be very people pleasing to stop conflict and others from disliking her. in ddlc+, she shows that she can be insecure and apologetic, overworking herself due to thinking yuri was disappointed in her. due to her depression, she can experience mood swings, but she tries hard to not let it show. despite her conflict avoiding nature, she can be a little pushy if the situation calls for it.

#kin assignment #kin matchup #danganronpa #ddlc #yttd #mikan tsumiki #sayori #maple

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collabwithmyself · 3 years

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A small snippet from my Among Us verse since I don't have the motivation to like. Properly write scenes in order

As Seth followed Pandora into the cafeteria, he caught sight of a good chunk of their crewmates already present for lunch, huddled together at one table. As soon as the duo stepped into the room, they all began making hushed noises.

Pandora frowned. "What are they doing?"

"Probably jusst ssocializing, Pandora," Seth answered, but he couldn't help but feel uneasy. It couldn't just be coincidence they'd started talking like that, right? And they kept stealing glances at him and his partner...

Well, he was the first mate. Gossip or not, it was his job to keep on top of things. He began to step closer, intent on demanding to know what was happening.

Then he caught Clover hissing a word that made him stop in his tracks.

The four of them burst into fresh giggles, and Seth blinked. Had... had he heard that right?

Then Pi repeated the word, a little louder.

Yeah. Yep. Okay. He sighed heavily, shaking his head in disappointment. He might expect this from Clover. Maybe Pi. But somehow, they'd managed to rope Friday and Hirohito into the little game, and they looked absolutely delighted to be there.

Well, as childish as it was, he wasn't going to spoil their fun. At least, not until they got loud enough that they were in danger of Raphael hearing. Seth knew he should put a stop to it, but... this was the happiest all four of them had looked in days.

Pandora tugged on his arm, and he flinched. He'd forgotten she was there.

"What are they doing?" she stage-whispered to him.

Seth pinched the bridge of his nose. "They're... playing a game," he replied wearily. He was very intimately familiar with it; his younger siblings had been quite partial to it. Somehow, the hushed parroting of the vulgar word was making him yearn for home.

"How do you play?"

Right, Pandora hadn't really... had much of a social life, had she? "Oh, you jusst... ssay the word louder than the lasst persson," he explained, "and the persson who ssayss it loudesst before ssomeone tellss the lot to knock it off iss the winner."

Pandora thought a moment. "Ohh. I get it. Like this?"

Seth's eyes went wide, but it was too late.

Not ninety seconds later, Raphael and Ningyo were rushing into the cafeteria, demanding to know what all the fuss was about. In the middle of five delightedly cackling crewmates, Seth buried his red face in his matching gloves.

#among us #the internal verities #collab writes #collab ocs #seth #verity #paetra #clover #friday #hitoshi #raphael #noriko

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