[He draws his knees up to his chest and closes his eyes, if only so he isn't glaring at the blank screen anymore.]
He is— was the Emperor of the Boiling Isles. [A beat. And then, he adds far more quietly:] ... He raised me. Said we were all that's left of our family.
[He sounds a bit angry and bitter about it.]
He is— was the Emperor of the Boiling Isles. [A beat. And then, he adds far more quietly:] ... He raised me. Said we were all that's left of our family.
[He sounds a bit angry and bitter about it.]
Starting?
[A bit incredulous because, well. They're in hell. They've been unlucky all along.]
... I don't know what's going to happen next week. But if the pattern holds, it's only gonna get worse.
[A bit incredulous because, well. They're in hell. They've been unlucky all along.]
... I don't know what's going to happen next week. But if the pattern holds, it's only gonna get worse.
[A quick shake of his head.]
'Course not. Belos is a liar. All he does is trick and manipulate people. [Oh, he sounds much angrier now.] He was never my uncle.
... Though, I guess he didn't lie about one thing: I don't have any family. Not by blood, anyway.
[He would like to commit some regicide, actually. A second slime tutorial, if you would.]
'Course not. Belos is a liar. All he does is trick and manipulate people. [Oh, he sounds much angrier now.] He was never my uncle.
... Though, I guess he didn't lie about one thing: I don't have any family. Not by blood, anyway.
[He would like to commit some regicide, actually. A second slime tutorial, if you would.]
[Cannot wait for someone to go splat on the nice carpets because they got pushed from the top of the furniture. Hunter is examining the counter as well, eyes flicking to certain spots here and there like he's already calculating the best route.]
'Course. We should take a look at everything before someone comes along and ruins it.
[The chances of murder not happening this week are zero.]
'Course. We should take a look at everything before someone comes along and ruins it.
[The chances of murder not happening this week are zero.]
... Right. At least there's that.
[He sighs, running a hand through his hair.]
Worst case scenario, we all get stuck in hell and buy ourselves nice houses under eight thousand square feet.
[What? He's rolling his eyes as he says this.]
[He sighs, running a hand through his hair.]
Worst case scenario, we all get stuck in hell and buy ourselves nice houses under eight thousand square feet.
[What? He's rolling his eyes as he says this.]
[He looks at the screen again, thoughtfully, though it's gone dark.]
The dirt's too good for him. [Even a dirt nap's too nice. But he starts to smile a little now.] ... You're right, though. I made my own family. With my friends. And Flapjack, too, of course.
[Very, very fondly. He loves his friends a lot. (No comment on whether he deserves better or not.)]
The dirt's too good for him. [Even a dirt nap's too nice. But he starts to smile a little now.] ... You're right, though. I made my own family. With my friends. And Flapjack, too, of course.
[Very, very fondly. He loves his friends a lot. (No comment on whether he deserves better or not.)]
Blue's standard of what makes a house a mansion. Which, apparently, doesn't include their place with its seven bedrooms.
[Sometimes... you just gotta stare at rich people standards despite growing up in a castle... He sighs.]
Could definitely be worse, I guess. I wonder what the other sides of hell are like...
[Sometimes... you just gotta stare at rich people standards despite growing up in a castle... He sighs.]
Could definitely be worse, I guess. I wonder what the other sides of hell are like...
[Oh. It is unfortunately insecurities week and he is brightening up a disproportionate amount when he asks for his opinion. Could it be... adult validation? He nods!!]
Yes, actually. Here's my plan—
[Insert plan that involves... parkour, stray nails and picture hangers on the wall, and thread. We are not coming up with a room layout today. How are Jingheng's 25+ adult bones feeling?]
Yes, actually. Here's my plan—
[Insert plan that involves... parkour, stray nails and picture hangers on the wall, and thread. We are not coming up with a room layout today. How are Jingheng's 25+ adult bones feeling?]
Yeah... You just have to let yourself meet them.
[Said almost like he's quoting someone, maybe something he heard sometime ago. He follows his gaze down to Zhanlu.]
... You said he left him to take care of you, right? [A little bittersweet, having seen his memories now.] We gotta get you two outta here so he can fill your house with more fish.
[Said almost like he's quoting someone, maybe something he heard sometime ago. He follows his gaze down to Zhanlu.]
... You said he left him to take care of you, right? [A little bittersweet, having seen his memories now.] We gotta get you two outta here so he can fill your house with more fish.
[He looks at the starting point, frowning... and shakes his head a little too quickly.]
No, that's alright. You don't need to bother yourself with me. I can do it!
[He is very capable! He can do it himself! No boost necessary! (This is not why Jingheng offered.)]
No, that's alright. You don't need to bother yourself with me. I can do it!
[He is very capable! He can do it himself! No boost necessary! (This is not why Jingheng offered.)]
[He huffs out a laugh.]
And Zhanlu needs to introduce me to all his pets, too.
[The hair ruffle is fine. He even leans into it, just a little. But— his smile drops a bit when Flapjack's name comes up, before he quickly shoves it back into place.]
... Right. Of course. Ideally, no one gets left behind.
And Zhanlu needs to introduce me to all his pets, too.
[The hair ruffle is fine. He even leans into it, just a little. But— his smile drops a bit when Flapjack's name comes up, before he quickly shoves it back into place.]
... Right. Of course. Ideally, no one gets left behind.
[He's changed into a dry set of clothes, though his hair still looks a little wet. Flapjack tucked in the crook between his neck and shoulder.]
I'm fine. Just tired. [He glances at him, where he got hit by the fork.] What about you?
I'm fine. Just tired. [He glances at him, where he got hit by the fork.] What about you?
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