"Alright ya'll, Let's kick shit up for the day! Hup to it!"
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"Alright ya'll, Let's kick shit up for the day! Hup to it!"
"Aw, c'mon now. Don't tell me you're wussin' out on things now. It's just a couple of Cherry Bombs and M80's." Though, they were heavily modified by Kukaku herself for a better show, "I'm an expert with this sorta thing, don't get your britches up in a knot,"
“You’re getting one more try before we call it for today.” As he spoke, Elias folded his coat, delicately lining the embroidered edges with one another for a crisp pleat. he set the cloth aside before readying himself for, what he hoped, would be a more successful attempt on their part. They looked exhausted but perhaps that might work in their favor?
“Do you want me to tuck you in?”
There are gnomes. Everywhere. They’re good luck and Lord knows Mathias more than pays into that, Scandinavian Christmas gnomes decorating the mantles, the shelves, the random nooks and crannies; anywhere Mathias can get them, really, in their home.
And he looks so proud. But, the Dane has one last little gnome in his hand and he carefully places it centre on the mantle above the fireplace. “Home sweet home, Gnomeo.”
Just sayin’ that WAP slaps. And if Bastian asks what “slaps” mean, you have my permission to smack him upside the head.
One time I walked into mine and Aleks’ sliding glass door because it was so clean it looked open and gave myself a concussion. Aleks laughed at me for three days straight. ...What a time to be alive.