Me: So far, thanks to my body slowly morphing into a nocturnal Starry, I have kept up to schedule. Three chapters in my first week of summer. NOW IT'S TUEDSAY AND I NEED TO POWER-WRITE.
Jkonna: But I need to-
Me: -fires laser at her- I NEED TO WRITE THE CHAPTER. LIKE, NOW.
The Lost Fossil Fighter
Chapter 9: Cleaning Obsessions for Unruly Giants
"So. Let me get this straight," I grumble, eyes tightly shut so I don't have to stare at Jkonna's icy blue, Droplet-like eyes. "We're stuck in a ditch... without any vivosaurs... and therefore no possible way to beat up the boss of the grape-men."
She taps my shoulder. Shrugging, I re-open the gray slits. Nope. Still stuck in a freaking ditch. "But I have some wonderful freaking news!" Her loud voice screams better with her tan hands opened widely. "If you have any fossils in that case of yours-" Gestures at my slumped-over case. "-we can clean it! And revive it!"
My eyes pop out at the dummy. "No we can't. There aren't any reviver things here."
"Yeah there are." Rope of fiery hair swishing behind her, Jkonna walks towards the back of our caged area. Gosh, I'm suddenly seeing why people hate jail. But then again, I've related them ever since the Nosh lady -no. I will not call her "Ms." anymore. I'm done with her- would lock me in the cellar or toss me in the attic or something. "Dude. Look at me, not your disgusting feet." So I stare at the right wall of our dirty chamber. And there stands a conveniently-placed machine. I'd heard about those random things swarming, said to be placed by adventuring tabula rasas. Hah. "I doubt it was made to support it, but it wouldn't hurt to put a vivosaur head fossil -cleaned- inside and see what happens." By the looks of the purple-colored marks randomly scrawled over the musty metal, our captors put this technology there. Wonder why.
A handle slaps against my shaded hand. "Dude. Dino."
"It's pronounced Dee-noh, not Die-noh, Jay-kay-ner!"
"Whatever. You got a fossil or what? They took mine."
Grunting angrily at her, I reach out into my bag. Wait. I don't remember my bag having purple pockets, actually. Oh my gosh I grabbed the wrong bag. Not only that, but it means my fossils are still in my bag, wherever the heck it is, and that those yellow ones in this bag aren't mine, totaling in that I'm not crazy or anything. Also, that pickaxe had looked pretty sweet... But honestly, this holder looks way bigger and the sonar is larger to, so whatever. I think I'll keep this gear. It's way better. And also a nice comeback for losing my shoes to Rosie. So while I retrieve those yellow fossils, I casually wipe my bloody feet against the bottom. No one else would dare touch the bag now.
"I'm thinking you should go over there now and set up that little timer thingy." Jkonna does more wide-hand-gestures. I snort back to her, upset.
With this upset feeling, I transform my words into anger. "Stop ordering me around!" Or maybe more like a whine. But whatever. I really don't like Jkonna.
She whines back almost immediately, like we're some bozos in sync. "Just go already! And your feet are so gross to a girly, pink-wearing, makeup-owning creep like me!" No, Jkonna. You've pushed the line there. You're not wearing pink, and your tan face betrays no freaking ink. Just shut up.
She tries one last time before knowing to stop. "At least for a girl like me that has this insane cleaning problem!" That hammer. Hah. You fail. Jkonna. So bad that my eyes are wanting to barf.
But I doubt telling her to shut up will make her shut up. Unlike Rosie, we've got that screaming thing in more sync and stuff. If one doesn't think better, the other won't either. Maybe she'll even forgive me- no wait, I never forgive anyone. Oh my gosh we're so hopeless. So with her words-that-hadn't-whined, I step up to the musty, long machine and shove the first of the three rocks, this the what-I-recognize-to-be-sparkly, orange one, onto the slope in the middle of the desk. Like I hoped it wouldn't so I could cheat and win easily, a small ding alerts me of this stupid timer starting up. Not only that, but a handy-dandy screen opens up with a bit of static, showing me that the bar is smack-dab in the middle of a gray vivosaur head. No damage or unearthed bone ye- dunk. Oops. Now there's a bit of red at the top.
Remembering the ticking timer, I, with some sort of care, attack the fossil with this strange, rock-string-tied-to-stick hammer. Weirdo Jkonna person. This rock isn't very hard to break, so when there's enough of this white, crystal thing showing I wonder where the drill is. Then I realize a small point on one of the hammer's rigid edges has some crudely-carved spirals all over. I think that could count as a sort of drill, even if manual and probably without a drill noise emerging. But I dig in with the point anyways, and find happily that the rock teeters off with nice ease though this is manual and not automatic like a normal drill.
Thank gosh that the little bar thingy has connected so quickly. The blue is actually relatively high this time, like maybe-ninety-points-even-though-I-doubt-it-but-still-way-better-than-Droplet's-head-fossil high. Which rocks. Then again, that rock was pretty easy to crumble, which I find funky. Whatever; that sparkly sphere looks way important.
Wait, what? Does the little screen now read about an eighty-point-jewel-rock: pearl? Sweet; I've got my own money now. It feels successful, very successful. With a more elated mood, I shove the pearly white pearl, minus a few scratches, into my new case and pull out the second rock, which is yellow, of all freaking things. Strange enough, this fossil smells so dirty and strong that it feels like an earth elemental or something. I don't get that, but whatever. I've got an earth elemental, apparently, which I believe utterly kills air elements, which makes me real happy. And Droplet too. We can all kill Noodle the nodo together.
The rock looks slightly different besides the yellow, with a giant, jagged hole in the middle and a holey eye socket poking out, but the slope where I put rocks accepts it still. Must be a different compact. Eh. The timer resets itself, the earlier dirt from my jewel rock evaporates, the bar becomes its neutral color again, and I raise the rock-string-tied-to-a-stick hammer-drill. Ding!
Jkonna's makeshift hammer batters against the yellow bits of stone that isn't too close to the already-showing eye socket. The heavy thunks reverberate through my hands and up and up until contacting with my kinda-meaty shoulders and then down and down again. After kinda-wincing through some kinda-fatal pieces of broken bone, I shift into drill-mode and blow a few stray pieces of musty rock from the hidden fossil. So far, the vivosaur's head is tallish and lumpy and covered with a small bit of web-like cracks, thank you very much.
It's sulky having to imagine the sound effects of the drill in my head, but my mind does it anyways and I nearly hear the buzzing, jingling noise of those real, automatic instruments dancing around through my ears. Distracted, chips of bone flick from the vivosaur's head and other vital bones until one back tooth is so chipped the outer coating has revealed some kind of green inside. Ew. I decide to keep my eyes trained on the upper part of the guy's head so I don't have to stare at the mauled tooth I'd created. I'm sure this fossil won't be happy when he-or-she-or-it comes out.
Ding! Ding! Ding! My eyes dart to the timer. Gosh, it's gotten faster. And it looks like it too, for the small count-down circle has shrunk and thinned. Thankfully, my thoughts about drills hadn't hurt my score, as I must be improving, so the grade isn't too bad. I think. Well, the blue skims above the bar, so I'm good either way. That little screen currently reads something about some "seismo head: sixty-four points" and a load of turd about it. I don't really care though, long as this guy's all mine and not Jkonna's and looks super cool. At least, his beady head does. Kinda.
Once my eyes readjust to the surroundings again, I notice that this heavy thing is standing like, right next to me. The hide is crumbly and brown and has a few dark, fissure-like lines all over. The underbelly is- what is that? Purple? Freaking purple? Not to mention that on his beady head that has no chance of being much larger than the humungous, long, thick neck, it owns purple eyes. Besides that, the body is also giant is brown, and so is some massive tail. I've seen titanic vivosaurs like this, but not this freaking big. Like, seriously. Ancients. But it's kinda stupid how ridiculously stubby and somewhat-short his legs are. They're brown and fissure-like to match everything but the underbelly and eyes besides the shortness. Ah well. Guy looks thick and earthy. Earth elemental means good. Very.
Who is this? His long neck stretches towards my face, snout almost rubbing largely over my face. Those purple eyes stare me down. You revived me, I believe- dear boy. Who... may you be?
To stop from squealing, I bite my tongue. I'm Dino, dude. And- oh Ancients. YOU'RE A GUY! The big bundle of confusion on his crumbly face makes me laugh loudly, spewing small droplets of blood over my cheek. You see, my other vivosaur, calls herself Droplet, what an idiot-
Droplet! Oy, that name rings a few dusty ol' bells, may I daresay!
Wait. You know her? This mean you have a name too? This mean you're friends with that little-
Ancient vivosaurs, chap... She was put to death in the same place I was. We became fossils together. By golly, she was another vivosaur in our lonely, dead isolation together, entwined at the time, though we really didn't to much chatting- until a lively, aqua-haired man took her. Finally. And no, I don't have a name, the dude finishes kinda lamely. Oh. Dino, I'm a seismo, if you didn't know. Call me a seismo, chap!
I nod like our conversation isn't in our heads. Course, course. Well, in that case, I'm calling you Turf! Because... you know... But I've lost my new seismo's attention. How the heck did he suddenly forget about me?
Excuse me, my dear girl, but is your friend here always of such a high-quality, cumbersome-
Jkonna snorts, easily shutting up the guy and his funny-accented-voice. Dude, I've known Dino for five minutes and he's already terrible! I bite my tongue to stop a flow of shouts, as I'm trying to make my gentler vivosaur like me. I try to pretend that my vivosaur can't tell what I'm thinking.
Ah. Dino, I would rather not be called... um... 'Turf'- please? Another name may create a larger appeal to one such as me. Please... do understand! I also quite find purple a kind color.
Say 'pip-pip,' Jkonna mind squeaks. Oh. And I'm Jkonna, Dino's new... friend? Ugh. That's just weird to say... Anyways, I can't believe the purple guys had something that's in Bottumsup Bay! I loudly ask what "Bottumsup Bay" is, but apparently neither Jkonna nor my unnamed seismo heard me.
The seismo snorts, but an idea forms in my addled mind. Ooh! I'm calling you Pippy! Because... because your accent requires of a 'pip-pip'...
A 'pip-pip cheerio,' yes that you won't use and Pippy would fit you perfectly, Jkonna nods, suddenly beside me, which therefore makes her long, to-the-ground, red ponytail whip my cheek. The hair smears my blood. Yes. Totally.
Jkonna keeps nodding like an imbecile while my male seismo mulls it over, purple eyes murky in his own thought bubble. Hmm... I suppose 'Pippy' fi-
Our two teenage voices combine rather loudly. Yay! Yay! Yayayayayayayayayayay! The newly-named Pippy snorts fondly while we scream. Not sure why, but at least he isn't clobbering us with his giant, paw-like feet things. That would hurt, like, a whole big ton. And so, as we continue to scream in our satisfactory, agreeing ways, Pippy the accented seismo pops into a medal with a yellow -like that fossil- outline and fits into my pocket easily. Yayayayayay.
"Uh. What now, redhead?" I mumble, hand still feeling all over the shiny, new medal.
She blinks in the corner of my eye, mouth puckered slightly. "Dunno. We can see the walls. Maybe there's some sorta- oh cra-" The dark-skinned spunk-face gives a quick yelp before tripping over her white shoes and falling up close to the wall in front of us: the wall facing the way to the fourth floor. Her chin makes a weird, crunching sound as I guess it grinds into a rock or the switch that just made the doors above us open and pour light everywhere like some syrup and shove a ladder down on top of her head.
I start to laugh at her spectacular stupidity before Pippy "helpfully" reminds me that I'm as stupid as her. He deserves to be bitten.
Pulling herself up, casually but not-on-purposely flicking bits of blood on her cheek, Jkonna walks back towards me. "Ah, idiocy." She raises up her tan hands like an idol. "What a bliss 'tis be to me," This time, we both giggle stupidly, and her elbow pokes me in the ribs. "We shall be the idiots together!"
Our heads bobbling in a continuum of nods, I go to the wobbly, yellow ladder first. It dangles limply, hanging on with what's probably a super-weak grip to the sandy third-floor. My feet receive bites from the snapped skull and other assortments of bones as we walk to our exit. I think they're bleeding again. When Jkonna slips on the bone behind me, I just know those stupid walking instruments are bleeding again. They're very bad feet today. Very bad. I'd threaten to bite them too, but that would mean more blood and a bad taste in my mouth: not worth it.
My feet slide around upon the first rung. After nearly toppling over, I quickly scale the yellow handles and flop on top of that sand, breathing heavily and not caring what the pale stuff is made of. I'm kinda happy enough to be alive as it is. A few squeaks and squeals later, Jkonna responds to the leftovers on the rungs that my feet gave her. "Why did you just find the need to bleed all over the ladder?"
"Merry Frig-mas."
"Okay. I can't remember what Frig-ma-"
"You have insulted the entire Vivaldi-Isles so bad. It's the day the water vivosaurs were gifted with their part-power, y'know, like a bonus for water, like how Pippy here's got rocks on his side, and sand and earthy materials and stuff instead of just dirt. Their part-power, as you should remember, is ice. And thank Ancients they got ice at that time from an Ancient because one of them decided to try and burn everything. Well, now Frig-mas is a holiday for presents, but whatever." Once my speech ends, Jkonna's redhead hair pokes out of the ditch. She gets up, still a bit wobbly, and trips over my still-indented hand. My gosh, that still hurts. The indents. Ouch.
She grunts, brushing sand from her knees. "C'mon then, you dum-dum. We've got some Digadigamid treasure to save!" Feet crushing my bitten hand, Jkonna darts for the door. I moan loudly and hobble after her, using Pippy's annoying mutters to fuel myself up faster. I follow her fiery rope of hair up the final set of dark stairs and encounter yet another room full of bones and sand and now new blood. Not only that, but if I listen real hard, the stupid comments of creepy P.A. Leon and Slate Johnson -wait. "P.A. Leon"tologist. "Slate" Johnson. Oh Ancients Bea Ginner you're infecting everyone- there's a ring in my ears, letting me know that there's yet another addition in that room. The high-pitched turnout in Slate's voice tells me that he noticed Jkonna and I.
My eyes drill into the front, and I scoop some gray bangs out of my face. There I notice that some creep's standing straight in front of me and staring like I'm, well, something as much of a misfit as Pippy. She's gotta be a girl, and by the stern stare in her eyes and uprightness of her back, she's boss. Her soft, wavy, aqua hair flows in bangs straight above striking, turquoise eyes and down, up in a band at the top for a small piece of hair, and having the majority rest almost past her back, but nowhere near as long as Jkonna's. She's in the same purple suit. I just noticed, now that it's not stretched over a furry belly or crumpled by a skinny dude, that the suit has two Bs on it, the the color of green trimmings, obviously. Finally, her firm-set mouth opens. "Hello there."
Immediately Pippy smacks against the ground, still in medal.
"Well, then." Her face lightly brushes up in a blush. I decide that she sounds wispy, and on a creepy level kinda near Tiff, but weaker. Much. Cool. "I guess that if we're to battle, and note that you are worthy enough of me, I should tell you who my minions are, as you should have beaten them if it wasn't for- Rex!" A blue medal bonks against my forehead, covered in sopping wet slobber and bent, rendering useless for the fight. Similar happens to Jkonna's forehead, only with red medals.
"Ahem. Nomadistinian over there's Rex. He's all bite and no bark, so you know," goes the lady with aqua hair. Hey, maybe I should try and get her together with Diggins. Then maybe their kids would have blue-striped hair, which would rock, along with turquoise eyes. Her hand shakes rapidly, so I look back at the furry, pudgy mammal and his brown snout. He grins, pointing at his teeth. Darn Nomads and their obsessions with biting my medal.
"Snivels over here can smell even better than Rex himself." I look over at Snivels again, who's right now busying himself in wiggling that long nose of his. Oh Ancients, please kill this guy.
The girl flips her aqua hair from her face. "And I'm leader of our gang: Vivian." She has one of those treasures of Watcher's tucked under her arm, huh. It's fat like a three-dimensional, as in real, like the triangle, but this time an oval and is tan. Funky, pink markings dot the part of it that I see, and black ones resemble eyes. Not to mention hair.
"Sorry, lady, but as much as I want to put you together with my weirdo dad-like dude Diggins, you're not very cool. I'm afraid Pippy will now have to demolish you." I flick my olive-colored hand at the yellow medal on the ground. "See, cool as you are, fire-brain over here had cleaning materials, I had your backp- I mean my fossil case, sonar thing that is covered in my blood and fluids and very mine, and inside was a seismo fossil, and not to mention you had a reviver machine in that ditch we fell into." I grimace at the first part, truly sad Vivian can't get together with Diggins.
Vivian stares at me, pale face shaded by the dim, few torches. "Well then," her voice drawls out, and she points at my medal through her purple suit too. "Looks like we're up for a battle over these artifacts, eh?" Yes it does, lady. Yes it does.
Some mumbling in the back tells me that Slate Johnson knew he was right to bring his portable cleaning-station because now he is a hero to the wonderful wonderful Dino, of course. Maybe later I'll thank Rosie for making me this popular, but I won't. It's her fault I'm stuck her, since she was going to just scream at me until I did. But a piece of my annoying conscience is bursting with excitement that I went and got to do all this stuff. All this super-duper dangerous stuff that only cool people like me -does that mean Jkonna too since we're kinda really similar?- get to do. Okay, maybe cool is a little stretching it; whatever.
"Dino. I will fight you with one of my vivosaurs to make this fairer. Though having bad taste in battling is no source I can help with." Vivian lays her treasure -and some other treasure I hadn't noticed before- on the ground beside her, scowling at her partners to ward them off. "If I win, we get all of this and you and your girlfriend over there-" My girlfriend over there snarls loudly in a way that suggests she isn't my girlfriend. "-don't say a thing. Deal?" I shrug. Delayed, not sure who the BB boss girl means, Jkonna awkwardly growls. She doesn't mean you, stupid. She means the fat krona. Duh.
"Just one thing on my part." Her eyes bore into me. "No. I don't really care about the treasure." Through Pippy, I just told Jkonna to snag the treasure at her leisure. "Just promise me that if I win, please take that stupid idiot with the pink bobs of hair that currently talks like a digadig with you at some point! Make her ditch me, take her hostage, I don't care!" My voice cracks. "Just get her out of my sight." Perfect. Sounds really emotional.
She smirks lightly, more of a playful stare than what's coming up. "Deal it is."
And a fiery red disc goes scuttling against the ground. Wait- fiery red means that's a fire vivosaur. Fire vivosaur means mwahaha-I-will-kill-your-seismo. Oh, and seismo means Pippy. And all of that added together means a bunch of death, which is exactly not what I had in mind. But as long as I can keep Vivian occupied with this giant lug of vivosaur, and Jkonna knows what her cue is, we're good.
Our medals burst into their respective vivosaurs: mine a giant, crumbly quadruped and hers a small, pink biped that actually isn't meaty in the legs but has stick-like limbs everywhere. His tails is even skinny, and so is the long, thin snout. I think I've seen that pink snout before... it's... It's nychus, you fool.
Gee, Droplet, I sure missed you t- But I break off when her heavily-bent snout shines in my head. I replace my sarcasm with a stronger, way cooler voice. That Doglish cousin from Nomadistan's dead, Pippy! Dead! Rip him to shreds after you sit on the nychus! I change my mind. No wait, your butt is way stronger. Sit on both of them!
He snorts in that light way of his. I can't sit on two peo-
You can and will! He beat up my-
BOYS! SHUT UP! Our eyes dance over her bruised, blue-and-gray-and-white snout. Which is now flecked in red blush. I really don't like all this sympathy for a krona-
Well get used to it. This is what friends are for, eh? I zone out whatever witty comeback she wants to make, but no voice brushes against my head. Ancients: I've silenced the krona. That's either bad, or really bad. I decide to zone out Droplet anyways and start off this battle before those now-flaming claws that the nychus -no wait, her name's Dreary, says a new voice in my head- owns don't skewer Pippy alive.
I take the nonexistent reins. Pippy! Swing your giant tail a bunch but don't move other than- The strong, rallied, breezy whoosh, whoosh of a swinging, crumbly brown thing cuts off my instruction and almost my head until the thick air shoves me onto the ground. The tail therefore goes over my body and does not kill Dino No-Last-Name. Thank you, you titanic you. He merely does this weird shrug thing with the front two of his feet. It takes really long, strong, flexible bones to roll Pippy's shoulders, and yet the thing with those nubs around the back of his long neck moving around is still really creepy. There's tons of bone-cracking noises.
The tail whips right through our weak opponent. To this, Dreary the freaking bright pink and not deary nychus latches onto the giant tail and rides it like I ride Captain Travers's boat: rocking and flailing. But that stubborn, stick-limb fire elemental doesn't let go of Pippy's tail. A strange, itchy feeling invades my... rear... again. I have no idea what's wrong with it, but the whole aspect with a feel of icy fire sliding down there doesn't help. Neither does the other fact, that Pippy has a giant hole in his tail with a thin streak of blood flying out, comfort me either. I don't think that icy, chilling feeling is blood, but for some reason I relate to it with that gash my new seismo has received. Then I remember that the nychus is still on his accented tail and I'm not doing anything and the FP amount in my head is fairly denting.
Make your tail sit on him or something! A loud, feminine squealing flies out of nowhere. My head darts around this chamber, noting a bunch of artifacts on the walls that Snivels keeps reaching purposely with his nose and Rex sniffs at interestedly. His gray face edges in annoyance that he isn't touching any of the other valuables, but Vivian must've death glared them before about the amount of special artifacts they had to take. Honestly, though, only the funny, jewel-bone thing and the fat idol dude in the pile Vivian had taken -the only two of that pile- look important.
The scream intensifies- oh right. I finish my search around the room and stare at the arm poking out of Pippy's tail. It's... Ancients. It's burning through his skin. And when a snout pokes through that giant, flesh-less hole in his tail, I know who's screaming. It appears Dreary is good at sad screams. She's also good at punching holes into earth elemental vivosaurs. It may or may not explain this unexplainable, stifling, scratchy, spiking burn in the small of my back. I have no idea where it came from, and I don't think I want to know either. But I really should do something about that creepy, pink monster that's tearing through Pippy's- oh, no wait. His knees are getting really wobbly. Is he... he's really weak and new, isn't he? Beginning of training? Dead compared to Droplet? Pretty weak? I want to say yes, but creepy, dark pieces of body slowly and surely weave over the hole.
Whoa... check out my simple-to-fill health level! Pippy remarks, like he's just found an unopened packet of vivo-cakes, something that in fact did not happen whatsoever. I guess I have good skin conditions. Okay. That is it. I'm done questioning anything and everything. But his glee is quickly sliced when another voice pours out of Droplet's loud snout, one resembling that of a redhead.
Got it Dino! Might wanna run because Snivels's nose is jiggling... And immediately my titanic vivosaur shrinks to the size of a stone that clinks in my pocket with Droplet. I offer a salute to Vivian, whose turquoise eyes are now very dark and very composed, and run sideways, towards a small window I hadn't noticed until Jkonna just decided to jump out of it, which I now copy.
My face thumps into the fishy stench of feathers. I'm on a freaking flying vivosaur, aren't I. And yet I have no idea who the heck it is because now we're descending and all that my stuffed eyeballs see are the blackness of night and these red-hot feathers. Then a bump, which I guess means the flying dude landed. But I'm kind of stuck right now so I let Jkonna jabber along with whoever the heck is up this late at night.
It sounds a lot like Jkonna's going "Found the stuff for you and blahblahblah dude let me-" And then she cuts off and someone else tags on going "No not now but thank you and Dino guy for helping us digadigadigadigadigaaaaa" and then Jkonna's shouting and stamping her feet and oh my gosh everything is pink. Giant, pink eye. What is happening to the meaning of space-time continuum.
"Hee hee hee! Hey, diga-Dino! I'm stuck with the curse, but it only happens when my emotions go poof. I almost always say diga with a word that starts in diga-d, diga, but besides that, it isn't so bad. Thanks again for getting that weird girl to help you help me!" I moan a few words that are supposed to sound like screaming at her to shut up, but the vivosaur's so warm and feathery that I've gotten stuck like this for the most part. I don't really mind but now I can't scream at Rosie which is like a crime alone. I moan a bit more and Droplet shouts a few things, but Rosie can't understand our crippled selves.
Her giant, magenta eye moves away from view. "Ah. You're tired!" Her hand slaps against my back. I bite the vivosaur's back since I can't reach Rosie. It screams a bit. Then Rosie screams at me and threatens to bite my other hand. Droplet and I moan some crippled mumbo-jumbo that Rosie and the vivosaur can't understand so they continue to scream as we moan weakly and then Jkonna comes over and sits on my hand which makes me let out a real scream and scares the feather dude we're on top of to go and fly. Droplet just gurgles a bit like she's demented. This really shuts Rosie and the flying vivosaur.
After some point Rosie and Jkonna had started screaming at each other, and not in the friendly way Jkonna and I sometimes do. They rotate through this for awhile while I keep shoving my face into the warm vivosaur's back and trying to rest. Then they're quiet and the bird shrinks into a little, cold disc against my stomach. I drop him and, stumbling while trying to figure out where I am, stumble around before abruptly crashing into the fountain which is still very wet and cold. The water is cold, so cold that I just want to drown or take a nap or outright lose consciousness right here because I'm so tired and I don't even care if I sleep in the Au la Vino-Latte or not but as long as I'm out. My conscience agrees, so I get rid of it and its brother -the consciousness- and knock myself out, that being a figure of speech and the cold-water-sleepiness not.
If this is what hobos do, they're so lucky. I wanna do this for a nice, long time. Ah.
Me: What? I don't have to always put quotes! I have my reasons why they show up and stuff. Anyways, ugh. I wrote this in... five plus what is eleven...SIX! Not seven... isn't that thirteen...
Blargh. I am very very tired. I didn't get to write until like five in the afternoon. My back has cramped in the position I wrote and my eyes have fried. Eh. Least I managed to get this up.
I honestly don't care if half of the words here are typos at the moment... I can worry tomoro- dangit I'm really busy tomorrow...waaaah...
Welp, if it's any reassurance, I got Tomodachi Life for the 3DS! And... Dino is now married to the main character of my other fossil fighters game (the one you'll have to read at some point. The Alone Champion. Blurgh) but it's so cute that I don't even caaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Dino: -shoves me off the keyboard- Idiot.
Jkonna: -puts Pippy on her head- IDIOCY IS MY TAALEENNTT!
Dino: You're stuupid!
Me: -continues drooling peacefully-
