22. what simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character? 42. if invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? what would the title of their presentation be? 56. if they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? does this answer change depending on the type of fear?
with roselyn, raymond, xander
thanks for asking, ely!! took me some time since so much has been going on right now
Xander ;
22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?
xander is scared of people who are carefree with grades. in general, if you get a 'C' and go, 'oh, i passed at least!' he's looking at you with genuine fear in his eyes
this plays into the perfectionist side of xander. every time something of his goes wrong, he berates himself harshly and starts overthinking.
42. If invited to a TED talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?
probably, something super boring and intelligent. like, economics or law, and that'd be the title, and it might sound like it'll bore you to death but xander's really pretty and he makes it sound interesting, so he can get away with it.
56. If they're scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?
xander isn't terrified of much unless his plans go wrong and he can't go back. he starts panicking, going into overdrive, desperately trying to correct his mistake. panic attacks are common for him in these situations... he wants comfort from his sister. she seems to resent him so much, for what? being the eldest? protecting her? can't she see that he couldn't control being the eldest, that he's trying to make them give her equal treatment?
Raymond ;
22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?
raymond is terrified of people who are okay with going up in curved elevators, such as the one in the Gateway Arch. it makes him feel dizzy and lightheaded. he's fine with roller coasters so 🤷♀️
others, let's see... people who can go to sleep without their skincare routine. sure, it's fine if you're extremely tired etc, but. come on, it just scares him. you have the peace of mind, going to sleep, knowing you might break out?
42. If invited to a TED talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?
war strategy. raised eyebrows at this, but still. he likes what he likes. and it'd be so basic, like 'warfare and strategy' or something similar. it's the topic he's put most heart and soul and effort in studying, so he'd like to talk about it.
56. If they're scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?
raymond will not respond in fearful situations. just the typical looking around and planning to get free.
when he truly is afraid, he wants to be comforted with a warm hug or something like that. he doesn't want any pity or fake sympathy. as for who he'd to like to comfort him... he'd like his father to comfort him. i mean, come on. the man is his only parental figure and half the time he feels like he's the one comforting his father with grief.
Roselyn ;
22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?
roselyn is in complete terror because of the people who have chapped lips and bite and gnaw on them like. please stop she'll hand you her colorless lip balm just. please stop it she's quaking.
and also people who are fine with not doing anything. sure, she understands the moments in which you want some peace and quiet, but.. being eternally still is terrible to her. it's because she has so much energy that she herself doesn't know what to do with it.
42. If invited to a TED talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?
something super pretty yet smart, like old literature books or the victorian language of flowers (i couldn't resist, okay?). she knows how boring lectures can be, so she slips humorous jokes and commentary to soften up her talks. the title would be the book she's talking about, or the names of the flowers she's gonna go haywire on about.
56. If they're scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?
roselyn gives a squeal upon sighting a bug or something. nothing real or major.
when she is afraid, genuinely, she goes completely quiet. trembling and pale all over. no tears or panicking. shaking hands gripping the skirt of her dress, doe eyes welling with terror.
and comfort? roselyn doesn't want anyone to comfort her — she doesn't need anything damaging the 'innocent cheerful princess' facade. however...someone to understand might be nice. she's sick of being the one to understand and pick up the pieces.
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tags ; @loekas, @mysticmeena, @parkykwho, @elychee, @sidra-29, and @rouecentric.
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Elijah is the simp
"...wait until the author finds motivation to keep writing." HAH real enemy: Motivation
Now have a drink you deserve, I offer *slide over some fresh water*🫵🫶
- 🍰nom
I'm an even bigger simp for him 🍰-nom you have no idea-
*takes fresh water from you* mmmmm flllllllavvoorrrrrrrrr<333
Yes my enemy is having no motivation, but what's more frustrating is that I have a story in mind -all perfect, perfect plot and stuff-, but I then also have to write it down. Also I'm going to do it with the reader cooking-it will be essential for the next part which I'll be writing.
Anyways-
Part one
Word count: 4.3 k also I didn't proofread
My golden Boy! -> part two!
{ Last time:
You then helped him take his off too. When you were done, you looked into his eyes and you noticed what a beautiful touch of blue they were.
you also noticed his right brow which was shorter than the left. You wanted to know the story behind it. Otherwise, you found it kinda cute...Elijah was actually kinda cute...and handsome-
'Was Elijah always this good-looking...?'
"What I wanted to ask was---why are you fighting, like--wh-what is your reason?!"
"Do you really want to know?", you said. }
But something seemed...off. Why was your tone so...sad? You sighed as you sat down, petting the spot next to you. Elijah sat down quickly. "I suppose Kublai told you a bit about my past?"
"Yeah, he did.", he answered. 'maybe she doesn't want to talk about it!' "ah, but if you don't want to talk about it, then it's fine! Really!"
You looked at him with a relieved expression. "Thanks. It's just..I don't really know you that well, I mean you must be a good person if Kublai hangs out with you, but like--we only know each other since like, seven hours? So...yeah. I don't really feel comfortable about sharing very personal stuff with people I just met... Sorry-"
"Don't apologize! I'm sorry for asking you that! I should've actually waited for that question..hehe."
You grinned and your sharp canines came to view. Gosh, he'd love to get bit- "All good Eli. And now let's go eat something."
Elijah had to shake his head physically to make his pervy thoughts dissappear and earned a confused but also concerned look from you.
...
"Hello, my name is Milana Marinova, and I'm so, so glad to take on this tournament as a special guest!", you cheered into the camera. To the people who didn't know you, you were looking more like a pop star, or an influencer, or just...a model. But to the people who watched your fights, you were a source of inspiration.
Craig Gills, the producer and director of the reality TV show of this tournament, shook your hand briefly and found a cookie in his hand magically. "Oh? How'd you do that?", the bearded man asked as he examined the sweet thing in his hand, the microphone holder and the camera man were staring at him in envy.
You smiled at the man sitting in front of you. "I think that you guys will have trouble with dealing with the fighters this season, so I'd like to take some off that weight off your shoulders in which I will cook you some homemade meals and not unhealthy stuff- if that's alright with you guys, of course."
The staff looked at you happily and Mr. Gills smiled. "Why thank you very much, but will you also cook for the fifteen fighters here as well?", he asked. [Actually, you two should be discussing about your past and what you'd be doing in this tournament, but we'll come to that later.]
"Hmm, I think I can do that, but I'll need to go to the market and stuff -not that it bothers me! I'll be able to make new friends by that!- I just think that it'll be a bit hard taking into account their allergies and intolerances - do you guys have any allergies?"
"Peanuts!", the guy holding the microphone yelled. "Pistachios!", answered the cameraman. [ep. 3] "Mine's just strawberries.", Mr. Gills said calmly, to which you smiled again.
"Alrighty! A big nono for Pea...nuts...Pis....ta....chi...os...and strawberries. Great, now I can make a list- please tell me if you guys would have anything in mind I could cook for you guys, otherwise I'd just cook my traditional food, plus european dishes.", you remarked into your notebook and smiled at the men.
The three smiled right back. Then, Mr. Gills looked at his cards. "Ms. Marinova, would it be okay if I asked you a few questions about your fights? And maybe your connection to Kublai?"
"Why yes of course, Uncle Gills. Go ahead.", you answered and put one leg over the other. Your long hair was open today and you felt cute as well so you chose to wear a light blue dress that went down to the middle of your calves. You also wore high heels. You really didn't look like a fighter, more like a model or actress.
"Okay, ahem. For your information, all the questions I will be asking you about are from your fans, Ms. Marinova."
You giggled. "Ask away."
"Alright. Why did the people in russia give you the name 'dewushka yaga'? What does it mean?", he asked, and you chuckled, drying your wetting eyes.
"Oh my, to have this question as the first? phew, okay. Uncle Gills, do you know baba yaga? A russian fairytale witch who lives in a house which stands on one chicken leg? Where baba -which means grandma witch in russian- is, well, a witch who eats small children who got lost in her forest.
I guess when the people saw me fighting against my opponents with my open hair once and it reminded them of the witch, but I don't know why...I think there's still a video-"
"You mean this one?", Mr. Gills asked as he interrupted you, and you looked to the side where a TV stood. There, you saw yourself beating into your female opponent. You were drilling into her while laughing like the maniac you became when you were in the cage and your hair freed itself at one point, springing in all directions all fuzzy and curly and well, with the lights, your hair, the blood on your face and you laughing all crazy it was no wonder the people called you dewushka yaga.
You were cringing at the video. "That's so embarrassing to look at.", you mumbled and Mr. Gills laughed. "Are you serious? You beat that woman -who was undefeatable before- into a pulp before she could even launch herself at you, Milana! And it also fascinated the fans to get to know you more!"
You sighed and buried your face in your hands. "I know, Sir, but still...I just...I feel sorry for them."
"Oho?" "Wha- No! I didn't mean it in a sarcastic way, I swear! It's just...Somehow, whenever I'm in that cage, something in me switches and I'm no longer Milana Marinova but dewushka yaga. It-it frightens me sometimes. Like, I can't even control it, you know? That cage is like a portal to another world, where I become some sort of--monster, who nearly kills everything that moves.", you said, hugging your arms tightly, wrinkling your pretty sleeves in the process as you looked at the ground in front of you with a troubled expression.
Mr. Gills looked sorry now too. "Oh, I'm sorry. Would you still like to keep going? If you want to, we can talk in private and I can summarise everything later."
"Really?" "Of course, it's the least we can do. But I want pancakes tomorrow morning." "Good thing that I make the best pancakes known to earth!"
And with that, you hugged Mr. Gills [new possible father figure?] goodbye and gave micro- and camera man each a sweet they saw you give Mr. Gills earlier. They thanked you heartily. You left, but not before giving all three of them an autograph.
J.J. came into view and you greeted him politely. "Hello, Mr. Jericho." "hello, Ms. Marinova. Thank you for finally arriving here. I suppose your people have arranged your room now?" "Yes, I'm glad we could afford that nearby hotel. By the way, are you really going to let me fight or did you just invite me for personal reasons?"
Mr. Jericho laughed as he put his hands in his pockets, going outside with you. "Ms. Marinova, do you know how famous you actually are? The fans you have are -and I dare say- crazier than you in the cage, and that's saying a lot."
You chuckled at this. "Still...I...I just can't believe I'm actually here. It just feels so surreal...!"
"Well, it certainly is real [I wish], Ms. Marinova. Even when you lose against your opponent here, the fans will still support you."
You halted abruptly. "You think I'll lose?", and a tick mark appeared on your temple. The older man only shrugged his shoulders at you. "Depends. You might be scary, but do you really think you can hold a cup to my fighters?"
"If you keep talking like that, then you'll make me increase my body count."
"What, you horny?"
"No, I kill."
And with that, you went back, leaving a scared Jericho outside.
...
You were outraged. Not because something happened to Kublai. Or to you. Somebody destroyed -more like tore apart- someting Elijah held close to him.
"Who'd do something like that?!", you yelled as you patted Elijah's back in comfort. His room, which was actually just the fucking cellar with a bed and his bag, filled with tomato cans, had one covered wall. On the wall stood:
"You suck. 8 and 24."
...and a little to the right stood "Can.", for tomato can.
You dashed to the cleaning room to grab cleaning supplies as soon as you saw it, while Elijah looked inside his bag. As you came back, you heard him asking who tore his picture of him and his dad apart and then...you shook. Kublai held you close to him as your eyes were unnaturally wide, your fists turned white, and the handle of the bucket with water you carried folded by how hard you held it.
"Hey, we'll talk to the culprits, Mila. Wanna go outside for a moment?", the mongolese asked as he lay his head on top of yours but you just kep shaking. "If I don't punch something right now, Kublai, then I'll punch someone."
He quickly led you away from the scene and ordered Vasily to clean up this mess. You and Kublai stepped outside where he took you to a big rock which just uselessly stood there as decoration.
"Now, let all your anger out-"
*CRACK*
"-I meant as in 'take a breath'...but breaking that rock is also a solution...How do you feel?"
You were panting as you kept hitting the broken pieces of stone, not answering Kublai, and Kublai watched you with a sad expression. 'I wish she'd forget about that incident...'
It took you some moments to finally register that you were outside, and that it started to rain. You looked up to him. "How...how long have we been here?"
He looked at his watch. "For about ten minutes. Wanna talk or walk?", but upon your unsure looking face, which kept looking between him and the rock and the mansion, he crouched down and picked up the pieces you broke.
"You know, Mila, I'm glad that you have found a new person to care about. And I'm even more glad that it's Elijah. Also...when you're about to fight against either Zach or Ethan...please break their bones for Elijah. And me, of course."
You grinned at him sweetly. "You don't have to tell me that, bro. How about...we pay them a visit?"
And with that, you and Kublai left the from you pulverised rock where it was. The next person who'd see it would be suprised to see something like taht and wonder how it even happened.
...
"Zach!", Elijah yelled as he approached Zach and Ethan playing billard. you and Kublai were to his right, and Vasily and Mario (the one without a right hand/minecraft steve's wardrobe/cool tattoos) on his left.
"Well...if it isn't the bob cyclone of MMA."
"Why the hell were you in my room?!"
zach grinned as he looked at Elijah. "I don't know what-" "Bullshit!"
(the staff would have to cut off all the swearing later.)
Mario raised his voice. "Don't play stupid, zach. I saw you leave Elijah's room earlier."
"Me? I was here, chatting with Ethan and Bokassa about magical horns.", he explained as Ethan snickered. Bokassa corrected him that it was spiritual horns they were talking about and also called him a baboon.
Elijah looked like he could pounce on Zach any second now, but Zach himself didn't pay the russian in fornt of him any mind, too engrossed in guilttripping Mario.
"I'm dissappointed, Mario, I thought we were teammates...", he said, coming a little closer to Mario. "You look right at home with the other guys. I can't help but wonder whose side you're on."
But Mario didn't budge. "Don't get it twisted, Zach. We have the same coach, but we are not teammates."
You were glad that Vasily and Mario had Elijah's back, even when they were not training under the same coach.
However, Elijah took the word again as he walked up to Zach and pointed towards Zach's chest. "Do you know what you just did?"
"No, actually. Fill me in later?"
"You sonofa-"
In less than a second, Ethan grabbed Elijah's arm. You backed away from the wall to walk to to the "Cheetah" (=Ethan's stage name), but Kublai held you back.
"Didn't your mother teach you not to point...? Pretty rude if you ask me." "I guess she had more important things to worry about.", Elijah answered with a frown.
You stared Ethan up and down, but looked at Kublai and stomped a little. He then saw it too. Ethan's houseslippers were covered red. He nodded to you, and you nodded back.
Noone else seemed to have noticed you and Kublai silently conversating, but it was better like that, anyways.
"My issue is with Zach. But don't worry. Your ass whooping is coming soon." 'yes Eli, show 'em who's boss!', you thought, but Elijah looked down on his arm which got--squeezed?!, by Ethan, who loughed like santa (a little).
"Ohoho! We have a shit talker here. I like it!" 'This guy...is really strong!', the russian thought as he glared at Ethan. You were thinking of splitting open his skull, but then Elijah wouldn't get to have that bonus. Ugh, keeping yourself in check used up all your energy on self control.
"Don't fuck our fight up, Elijah, I'm really looking forward to my finish bonus.", then he grinned. "Now be a sport, and wait for your ass kicking...", and Ethan grabbed his arm tighter, "...like the tomato can you are."
Elijah only glared at Ethan with a blank face before yanking his arm back but ready to grab Ethan this time, however, he got held up by V-Cube. "Forget about them, Elijah. Don't get kicked off the show. You can stay in our room until yours is fixed."
You and Jublai stood back as Elijah, Vasily and Mario left the room.
...
Now, Elijah had trouble doing what Mr. Trevor ordered him to do. Weigh-ins were the next day, and Elijah's nerves were on high alert, but he couldn't focus to save his life. Elijah also couldn't fight against you properly. When you pushed him away, he just let himself fall to the ground. You lost it. "Okay that's it! Eli, you, Kublai, match- NOW!", you yelled as you took him by the hand and yanked him up.
He felt like a ragdoll when he flew in the air a little because of the strength you had.
Kublai made himself ready. Mr. Trevor also looked interested. "That's a good idea, Milana. And Elijah, if you can fight one round against Kublai, you can do ten with all the other fighters here."
"Except for me.", you chimed in.
Kublai sneered at you. "Watcha say??" "Remember that time where I beat the crap out of you?"
"...when was that?"
"That time where you woke up all bruised. you didn't even remember who you were going up against and thought it was a mysterious man, but it was actually me."
Kublai looked at you like the time where you told him that Santa was not real. "...What?"
"Do you need a rematch?", you asked, hald deadpanning at him.
"No, you two will not fight against each other. ...if that happens, the mansion might collapse...Now, Elijah and Kublai, get ready to fight."
"Beat his ass!" "Thanks, Milana!" Both men said. You sweatdropped as they looked at each other.
"Of course she'd mean me, Kublai."
"I call bull, she's my sister, after all!"
"Ugh, beat each other!" "Got it!"
"Do you know who'll win?", Mr. Trevor asked you as Elijah and Kublai went into the cage.
"You or me will have to interfere. In the worst case, I'll have to knock Kublai out.", you said in a tone that knew what would happen. The coach looked at you with a concerned face.
As Elijah put on his red headgear, he saw Kublai without one. "Kublai, where's your headgear?", the russian asked as he pointed towards his own head.
Kublai smiled lazily as he anwered. "Don't need one, I'll be just fine."
And for a moment, Elijah just stood there before tossing his headgear out of the ring. It landed right in front of you. Coach Trevor, Elijah and Kublai were in the ring as you sat on one of the many seats and observed the soon-to-be fight.
Elijah said something to which Kublai raised his arms. You locked eyes with Coach Trevor and made a kicking motion with your leg. He nodded while a droplet of sweat flew down the side of his face.
And when he said "GO!", Elijah and Kublai leaped at each other.
[I'm not going to spoil anything more abt their fight]
...
You and Kublai were standing on either side of the door, as you and Kublai glared daggers into Zach and Ethan. You smiled sympathetically, but Kublai was staring at them with a bored face.
You took the first word, addressing Ethan. "You were in it too, weren't you Ethan?", you asked as you smiled at him sadly.
Kublai continued. "Your shoes had drops of tomato paste. You were the one who wrote on Elijah's wall."
Ethan grinned as he glared right back at your best friend. "Well, no shit Sherlock."
You gave him another sad face as you asked him why. "I can understand Zach, but what did Elijah ever do to you?"
Ethan snickered as he walked towards you. He put one hand on the wall next to your head as he leaned down to you. "Listen, doll. There's just some things a man's gotta do. If you're free later, I could tell ya more about it.", the fighter said, smirking down at you.
Meanwhile, Kublai was chuckling as you looked up at him with big, doe eyes. "Doll? Do I look like a doll to you?", you asked with a smile, a sweet little blush making your cheeks rosy.
Ethan blushed a little as well as he answered you with a, "Yes, and a very cute one as well."
You then averted your eyes shyly as you whipped around with your upper body from side to side. "Then...could you do me a favor?"
"Can't promise anything when it comes to fighting that Elijah guy, sweetheart."
Kublai smirked at him mischievously, and Zach sensed danger, but Kublai didn't do a thing.
You giggled as you looked up at him. "Ah, no, that's not what I meant. You know, I've been fighting myself too, Ethan. ...If you look up "dewushka yaga", then videos of me should pop up. Please...if you're free later...could you give me some tips on how to improve my skills?"
Ethan blushed even more when you smiled up at him. "S-sure thing!"
And then you bid a good night, but before that, you turned around. "And Ethan, after you've watched that video, I expect you to come. Let's meet in the kitchen, alright?"
Ethan smirked again. "You can count on me, sweets."
And with that, you and Kublai left. "Damn, you sure about her? She's pretty damn close with Kublai.", Zach said as he thought back to your interaction. Kublai not interfering when Ethan stepped too close to you? There was something foul.
"Nah, I ain't too worried about him."
Ethan plopped down on to a sofa and typed down your stage name.
Then he froze. There were thousands of videos with aa frozen picture of you laughing into the camera lika a maniac, your goth make-up highlighting your crazy-wide smiling face.
The captions were "DEWUSHKA YAGA KILLS OFF UNDEFEATABLE..." "DEWUSHKA YAGA; THE MOST BRUTAL FIGHT..." "WHO IS DEWUSHKA YAGA?!" "DEWUSKA YAGA BEATING ALL HER OPPONENTS TO A..." "WILL ANYBODY EVER DEFEAT DEWUSHKA YAGA?!"
With hesistance, Ethan tapped on the least intimidating-looking video. Big mistake. The video started with you posing in front of the camera, your tight ponytail holding your dark hair in place. Your dark goth outfit did your body pretty much justice and you actually looked rather sexy than intimidating. But then, there was a cutely dressed girl which he knew, that girl could beat many people, after all.
He was immersed into the video that Zach plopped down right next to him to see what he was watching. The recording went on a bit, interviewing before the fight. You grinned into the camera. "She's cute, but I think that after I'm done with her...plastic surgery wouldn't even be able to give her back her looks."
And the cute dressed girl giggled when the interviewer played out your words for her to hear. "Ohhhh, she thinks she's all that! But no, I'll beat that newbie!"
Uh, yeah, no.
You beat her to a pulp. While laughing crazily, you broke her limbs and smashed her head many times into the fighting grounds. BEfore the guards could pull you away from her not moving body, you bashed her face one last time into the ground, and the ground broke.
Ethan had seen enough. He thought back on how he cornered you and how he called you these petnames. Then he thought about you wanting to see him later. Ethan thought about shitting his pants. "Told ya. Something was foul.", Zach whispered as he went to his dorm.
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[the fight day]
"HeY, gUys.", Elijah greeted Joe, Vasily and Medusa.
"Stop moving around, Elijah.", Kublai grumbled, hyper-fixated on binding his hand neatly and perfectly. Just how you would do it.
"Where's Eva?", Vasily asked as he looked around. "She said she'd bring him a lucky-snack for the fight.", the mongolese answered while Elijah sat shaking in his seat.
Mr. Trevor paced around, mumbling something under his breath.
Joe, being the GSM he was, wanted to mock Elijah.
"Hah! He's shitting his-" "He's in high spirits!", the blonde interrupted him, not wanting Elijah to feel any more down than he already was. Joe warned V-Cube to watch his mullet as he got pushed down by his neck by him.
You just came in time. "Okay, sorry for the wait! I had to take it out from yesterday! I'm glad I found a lunchbox last minute!", you exclaimed as you took out a spoon and opened the lunch box. Elijah looked inside of it, and saw a salad. A colourful salad.
He frowned. "What's inside?" "Eggs (Egg white and yolk), Peas, Sasiska (=Sausage), potatoes, carrots, pickles and mayonaise! It's also called-"
"Moscowsky Salat?! You made it?! How?!", Vasily interrupted and already drooled at the cool salad. "By preparing it. And now eat at least a spoon, Eli.", you instructed as you took a small portion and held it in front of his lips.
The dark haired russian blushed, not having expected for you to spoonfeed him, but he didn't complain. He closed his eyes as he took a bite, and he fell in love. "More-" "After you've won."
Elijah looked up to you. "This salad is full, Elijah, and it's still cold. Moscowsky Salat is served best cold, so you better hurry up before it gets warm."
He nodded, determined to win and get another delicious taste of the salad you made. "I will!", and he ran to his bag to get his mouthguard. But he rummaged a little too long. "Blyat! I can't find it! I still can't find my mouthguard!"
'Did I leave it back in my room?!', he thought as he stared at his bag in betrayal. [bro the bag never did anything to you]
All of a sudden, Mr. Trevor seemed to have gotten alive as well, because he spawned next to Elijah and scared the hell out of him. "Who the hell forgets their mouthguard?!", he yelled angrily while Elijah screamed in fear.
You looked at Kublai. "Give him your "watching a fight" mouthguard, Kublai!", you commanded and he fished it out of his pockets as Elijah scolded Mr. Trevor to not scare him like that. Mr. Trevor only looked at him like that😠. [I don't know which other emoji would suit best.]
Kublai told him that he could use his special mouthguard and you sighed. vasily came closer to you and tapped your shoulder as you deadpanned at your "older brother" for telling Elijah and Mr. "Uncle" Trevor about his different mouthguards used for different activities.
"Ah, Vasily, what's up?", you asked as you looked up to him with a smile. Vasily stared at your box, as he fidgeted with his fingers shyly. "C-could I have a bite?"
You grinned, showing your sweet fangs. "I actually packed a few more boxes in case more people wanted to eat."
You internally melted when you gave Vasily a box containing some of your salad with an included spoon to which he showed his most precious and cute smile to you while thanking you. Joe looked interested as well, along with Medusa, but you shook your pointy finger in front of Mullet man. "No-no's for you, cause you bullied Elijah. Here, Sir.", you then smiled at Medusa sweetly, who glowed in excitement. Rumsfeld grumbled under his breath.
"This tastes so good! I haven't had this salad in such a long time!", V-Cube cried, munching away happily as Medusa froze when he tasted the salad. "This tastes incredible...! Do you have more of that?"
You just put your pointy finger on your lips with a smile because of Vasily. He had a shitty diet and if he heard that you had more, then he'd eat it all up, gaining even more weight and you didn't want that. Medusa glanced at him, then nodded in understanding.
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ALRIGHTY!! I wrote this far, and yeah. I think I'll write more parts of these, but that's it for today. I hope you liked this part, 🍰-nom.
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