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... Sand apparently chose the thug life. This tiny eight-year old just lifted a massive wooden tub out of the window and nobody noticed, apparently. At least Pretty came in to congratulate him on having a baby sister, which alerted him that it was time to head home. With his new bathtub. Just ... what is this child?
Well Behaved, upon completing the twelfth year of her young life, decided that she had really been well-behaved for way too many of these first dozen years.
Well Behaved: “Hey, Sand. I want to do something ridiculously foolish, with no reward whatsoever, that’ll get me in a lot of trouble with mom. I hear you have great ideas.”
Sand: “I hate you.”
Sand: “Hey mum. Mum. I used all the distraction and brought it back. It was really hard, but I did it. Please don’t be mad anymore?”
Ray: “Oh, well, how could I stay mad at your cute little face? Just don’t do it again!”
Sand: “... ‘course not.”
Grip: “No, it’s great, living alone! I mean, I think the way I went about it might have been a bit uhm ... but yeah! Thanks for asking.”
Guardian: “Well, it’s the Wolf’s will that we live as one pack, or he would have made us solitary creatures. Good for you!”
Grip: “Aaaw, that’s a nice thought! Thank you! Oh. Mh. Hold that thought, I think that’s the sound of my boyfriend yelling at some- ... beating somebody up.”
***
Spade: “That’ll teach you to disrespect me, you stupid little brat!”
Wren: “Waaaaaaaaahaaaaa!”
Ray: <<... yes, well, I didn’t know how to stop it. Nobody can expect me to fight the chief’s brother. Physically.>>
Shade: <<I wanna go home ...>>
Quartz: <<I’m awesome! Yeeeeeh ...>>
Snow: “Guys! Guys! What did I miss?”
[That ice cream truck, it’s the bane of my existence. It ruins all the shots it’s in, but every other angle of this scene was awful, too, and I really didn’t want to leave it out, because ... well, look at it.]
Sand: “Dammit, doesn’t fit the door at all. How did I even get it out of there?”
Ray: “... what?!”
Sand: “Oops. I thought you were asleep, mum.”
Ray: “What?! Whose is that?”
Sand: “It’s Pretty’s. That’ll teach her to laugh about me being filthy!”
Ray: “You are ... you ... you ... you are getting such a beating! The first thing you do tomorrow is return the damn thing, you hear me?!”
Sand: “Oh, but moooooom ... they’re going to laugh at me even more!”
Ray: “They’re going to laugh more if they realize you can’t sit down for the next two weeks! What in the name of all the gods were you thinking?”
Sand: “... mostly that I wanted to do it.”
Guardian: “So when the temple is complete, I’m going to have get-togethers like this every week, at least! It’s going to help us connect with each other, talk to people we haven’t really talked to before, you know? It’s going to be really good for the community, you’ll see. Promote a sense of unity. Counteract conflicts before they even really break out.”
Spike: “Sounds ... good? Sometimes not talking to a person prevents the conflict though. There’s something I could probably tell Sable which would create a big fucking conflict alright.”
Guardian: “Nooo, that’s different! I can’t imagine any harm being caused by a party!”
***
Ice: “... shit. Are we into each other?”
Kiss: “... damn, this is, like, the first time we’ve ever talked and suddenly I’m wondering whether Trust is really the right one for me ...”
Guardian, The Night Howl, wanted a party. I should have been suspicious when Night decided to bring over ... interesting food.
Skinny: “Well, anyway, could you come over real quick? My wife is doing most of the work, I’m sure, but things can so easily go wrong ...”
Knife: “Aaah. Of course. I’ll be with you.”
When he headed towards the exit, Skinny furrowed his brow, as he heard Sable talk to his young Sand.
Sable: “No, you may certainly NOT call my daughter as pretty as a butterfly!”
Sand: “Oh. Alright ...”
