Hi-hi!

For the following story, I tried to do something a little different, focusing instead on the twin brothers, Poliwrath and Politoed, as they caused shenanigans and ruckus at the Iceberg Empire. (Also, it's Mienshao's early days!)

Characters Featured: Poliwrath, Politoed

Additional Cast: Mienshao, General Abomasnow, Emperor Empoleon, Carracosta, Ursaring, Beartic, Pangoro

Genre: Humor, Family

Timeline Placement: Prior Events - - - Bluebells Are Forever - - - Melting Gelid Roses

It gets started below. Enjoy reading!

...

Along the bridge outside of the Iceberg Palace, General Abomasnow inhaled and held a breath. He squeezed his eyes shut and slowly opened them back up. Splashing and smacking sounded from below him in the waters. Two frogs battled with one another, swinging their arms and flailing about the moat.

"That was clearly meant to be for me," snapped the round green toad, slapping a spray of water at the other.

"In what world, you nitwit?!" The bulky blue frog hammered down one the water, as the green one swam back.

Abomasnow heavily exhaled and slouched, rolling his eyes as the two squabbled before the bridge.

"The markers were obviously white, Poliwrath!"

"No, it was silver, which was for me!" Poliwrath waved a finger back and forth. "Clearly, you need to pay more attention, Politoed."

"Are you blind?!"

"You're just mad because I got more targets."

"Blind and delusional!"

"Enough," boomed Abomasnow, as he folded his arms. "You two were supposed to be cooperating to complete this training session." He surveyed the floating targets in the water, some broken, but others still standing. "This is your fifth row with one another today. How can it be that you both can sometimes work together decently, but the rest of the time you just blow up on each other?"

"Because Politoed clearly doesn't know how to follow your instructions, sire," mocked Poliwrath.

"What?! You're the dolt that couldn't even follow your own targets!"

"Did you just call me a dolt?!"

"Duh, you are one," fired off Politoed. "And you called me a nitwit anyway!"

"You absolutely are one!"

"Not as much as you are!"

Bickering and swinging at each other again, the frogs battled with each other again. Abomasnow deflated as he buried his head and shook it.

"Brothers…"

He picked himself back up and walked off, not bothering to listen to the remainder of the quarrel.

Twenty minutes later, the twins dragged themselves from the moat and stormed back inside the palace, still hissing at each other as they marched in. Three bears sat on the stairs, watching the two escalated their argument back and forth, rapidly increasing in volume as they carried on.

"Do they ever stop?" Beartic leaned back on the steps. "It's been like this all day."

"Makes sense why Abomasnow was ready to rip his roots out," joked Pangoro.

"Maybe we should go get some snacks before the Emperor shows up," suggested Ursaring, pulling himself up on the railing.

"Sounds like a plan!"

"Yes, we'd better."

From behind the stairwell, however, doors from the throne room slammed open. Each of the knights jumped and fumbled in place, struggling to get themselves at attention.

"Uh-oh," uttered Ursaring.

Emperor Empoleon strode around the corner and glared down at Poliwrath and Politoed, who flailed about before bowing down before the large penguin.

"Emperor!"

"Sire!"

"Oh, don't bother with formalities at this point," thundered Empoleon. "Just what the blazes have you two stormed into this time?!"

"Sir, we were training—"

"Yes, I had General Abomasnow vent to me not even five minutes ago," informed Empoleon. "He's beyond fed up with trying to work with you two, as you're near incapable of even tolerating one another."

"With all due respect—"

"Now you want to bring that up?" Empoleon forced out a sharp laugh. "You've hardly respected your superior all day, and now you're looking to address it? Nonsense!" He stomped down as the brothers fumbled back and clung to one another. "Honestly, you both need to be capable of cooperating with your fellow knights, and that most definitely includes each other!" Empoleon lifted his wings to his head, massaging his temples with his claws. "All that your arguing has left anyone with is a pounding headache! I've important research to attend to, and I haven't the time to waste lecturing my knights instead!"

"We're sorry, sire," mumbled the twins.

"Hmph. I should hope so." Emperor Empoleon shook his head. "At least attempt to better yourselves soon, or I shall have to think of new ways for you two to serve me." He narrowed his gaze over them. "Clearly, if you're not capable of developing a symbiotic relationship with one another, you won't work well with others overall. But I'll see to that later."

Striding past the two and making his way for the stairs, Empoleon folded his wings behind his back, as the three bears scrambled from his path. They bumped into the railing and bowed down as Empoleon briskly marched upstairs, making his way to the palace library.

The brothers and the bears looked to one another, as they slowly relaxed from their enraged emperor's outburst. Each of the bears smirked as the brothers glanced down and wandered out of the room, not wanting to hear any mockery that the trio thought up.

Entering the next corridor, the brothers shoved the door shut behind them and sighed.

"Hmm…sounds like you two really annoyed the Emperor…"

Jumping at the interrupting voice, the twins settled as they spotted Quagsire, who licked his lips and then yawned.

"Yeah, we did a pretty good job of it this time," murmured Politoed. "Though we were hoping to avoid getting into it anymore…"

"What are you doing here anyway, Quagsire?" Poliwrath folded his arms. "Thought you'd be napping at this point."

"Ah, I was on a break to have a snack," revealed Quagsire. He patted his stomach. "Pretty sure that at least Ursaring will want some too, so I made plenty…"

"Huh, well, that was nice of you," noted Poliwrath.

"If my stomach wasn't tied up in knots right now, I'd want something to eat," piped up Politoed.

"There's plenty; made a cake and some fruity desserts to go with it." Quagsire yawned. "Wish I could go nap now…"

"Why don't you?"

"Didn't finish helping out."

"Helping with what?"

"Mmm…this way…"

Pivoting around, Quagsire wandered down the hall. Poliwrath and Politoed looked at one another, shrugged, and then hurried down the hall after the sleepy salamander knight.

As they rounded the corner, they listened to another conversation going on.

"…It's been two hours already," insisted the first voice. "We've tried, but we should really take a break too."

"Please, it's really important that I find it," begged the second. "Isn't that Shell Bell of yours important too?"

"Of course it is, and believe me, I definitely know what you're going through." The brothers peeked around the next corner, and spotted a blue sea turtle rubbing behind his head. "But Quagsire went to take a break more than twenty minutes ago. We should do the same, and then we'll be recharged to keep going."

"Well…maybe…"

Both Politoed and Poliwrath tightened their grip against the wall, eying the purple and white stoat that stood opposite to the turtle. They started cackling and slid back behind the corner, while Quagsire tilted his head and studied the two.

"Wow, that's the new knight!" Politoed clasped his hands together and wiggled around. "She's so cute and pretty!"

"…Uh…huh? She?"

"Yeah, we have to go talk with her this time!" Poliwrath rubbed his hands together. "I feel like she'd be open to chatting and then some!"

"Um…"

Before Quagsire could add anything else, the brothers bounced from behind the wall and hurried down the corridor to the debating pair.

"Carracosta, if we can just search five more minutes—"

"Hey, hey, you're the new knight around here, aren't you?" Poliwrath lifted his fist to his chest, straightening up more as the stoat blinked and the turtle turned.

"Ah…yes?"

"It's so nice to stumble upon you, ma'am!" Politoed held out his hand as the stoat frowned. "My name is Politoed, pleasure to reacquaint with you!"

"What?!" Poliwrath smacked his brother. "Don't you cozy up to her so quick!" He slid in front of his brother. "I apologize, miss; my brother can be so dense. I'm Poliwrath."

"Neat. I'm Mienshao and I'm not a lady," muttered Mienshao, as he placed a hand on his hip while Carracosta rolled his eyes. "When are people going to get used to that? I've been here over a week already."

"Huh?" Poliwrath blinked. "…Now that you mention it, and listening to you a bit better, that does make more sense…"

"Can you believe my brother? Such a fool." Politoed bumped past Poliwrath and pushed him back. "My apologies sir, but you are quite the charmer to throw either of us off."

"I—what?"

"Get lost!" Poliwrath shoved Politoed aside. "He's clearly not into you, so quit acting like you got him smitten!" He dusted himself down a bit. "Sir, it's my delight to get to know a gentle lord like you better."

"You can't just take over like that!" Politoed jumped up and slammed his foot down onto Poliwrath's.

"Ow! You miserable little—he's just getting into me!" Poliwrath lifted his fist and bopped Politoed's head.

"Good gods, give us strength," murmured Carracosta.

"Hold on, neither of you are deterred…but you were just flirting because you thought that I was…" Mienshao blinked and shook his head. "Will you both quit arguing already?!" Both frogs returned their attention to him and shoved away from one another, straightening themselves up once more. "What even came over you two?"

"These brothers love to bicker and battle, especially with each other," reintroduced Carracosta. "Just pay them no mind and let's get back to the search."

"Hmm? Didn't you want a break for a bit?" Quagsire ambled over to the other four. "You seem like you could use one, Carracosta."

"Quagsire, finally!" Carracosta relaxed and smiled. "I've been hoping that you could relieve me from this wild, ah…treasure hunt."

"Treasure?"

"Sounds cool!"

"Please don't call it that," complained Mienshao. "You make it sound like we're pirates."

"To be fair, we do tend to seek out different kinds of treasures ourselves," brought up Carracosta. "Not that it matters, since we need to find your necklace anyway."

"Pendant."

"Does it go around your neck?"

"…Yes."

"Then it can be a necklace."

"But it…" Mienshao sighed and sank down. "Oh, very well."

"We can help you search for it!" Politoed clasped his hands together. "I'd be honored to help you find your jewelry!"

"It's not just…" Mienshao rolled his eyes up and dragged his hands over his face. "Actually, I suppose it is that too."

"You can have my brother's help, but you will definitely have mine," insisted Poliwrath. "I won't rest until it's found!"

"Don't go off acting high and mighty," snapped Politoed. "You don't even know what it looks like!"

"Well neither do you, and yet you're going off like you do anyway!"

"My pendant is from the temple I used to reside in," intervened Mienshao. "It's one of the few pieces that I was able to bring with me before its collapse into ruin."

Everyone quieted and silently stared at Mienshao, as he rubbed his arm and gazed out a window, observing snowflakes that gently descended outside the palace. He shook his head and turned back to the group.

"Normally I keep it shut away, but I had to get it cleaned," he disclosed. "But, I must have misplaced it from there and on my way back to my room, and I haven't been able to find it since last night." Mienshao tugged on his whiskers. "I can't even practice my calligraphy without panicking about it, and that normally calms me down all of the time." He forced himself back upright. "It's a five-colored jewel that rests in a gold case with a silver string. The five colors are meant to be emblematic of the four kingdoms and a meeting point between them. Legend from the temple claimed that it came from the center of the continent, but that's besides the point."

"So it looks really pretty and is found with silver and gold around it," determined Poliwrath. "Got it!"

"Way to break it down to the dullest details," deadpanned Politoed.

"As long as you two are willing, I would really appreciate the assistance." Mienshao bowed his head to them. "I'm desperate to find it, if only for the nostalgia it provides."

"Sure, important stuff is always, uh, important," persisted Poliwrath. "Leave it to me! I'll see that it's found!"

"And when he fails, you can rely on me to find it." Politoed smirked. "Your attachment makes it valuable enough, and I won't quit until it's found."

"Thank you both."

"Perfect, you've got new hunters for yourself." Carracosta smacked his flippers together. "Well, you've got greater odds of finding it, so I'll take my leave for now and join in again later."

"Hmm?" Quagsire tilted his head. "Do you really need to go?"

"Truly, yes, I do. After all, I do have to meet with my, ah…" Carracosta rubbed behind his head. "Ah…it sounds odd to call it 'my appointment,' ha. Uh, actually, it's someone that I need to speak with about…funny enough, a treasure that he found."

"Wait, you're leaving from one treasure hunt to go to another?" Quagsire drummed his stomach. "That seems silly."

"Except this one was found, and my, um…we'll call him a friend," shakily decided Carracosta. "Ah, anyway, he needs my help with that and something else that I still don't know about, so I must see that attended to."

"You have a friend in the city?"

"Yes, yes, shocking that any of us have a social life outside of the palace walls, I know." Carracosta huffed and strode from the group. "Now, unless anyone else has more interruptions, I should take my leave. I'm already late enough as it is."

"Sorry about that."

"Mienshao, it's fine, really." Carracosta sighed. "Look, if it were anyone else, I wouldn't mind having them wait, but this one…I can't keep him waiting."

"I understand."

"Promise I'll be back to help if you're still searching later," offered Carracosta. He smirked and added, "Pirate's promise!"

"Ugh." Mienshao smacked his forehead. "Forget it, get lost so we can find it without you."

"And split the rewards without me?! After all of my help?!"

"Aren't you late?"

"Ah! Yes! I'm off, farewell!"

Hurrying from the hall, Carracosta disappeared around the corner and from the others. Politoed and Poliwrath looked to one another and shrugged.

"Wonder who he's meeting with that's so important," murmured Quagsire.

"Curious as it is, that's a different mystery to solve." Mienshao twisted back to the brothers. "We've explored most of the western sides of the palace, but I can't seem to find it there. Honestly, I'm not positive where I was last night, since…well, I'm still getting familiar with this place." He scratched at his cheek. "Come to think of it, the bedrooms are on the east side, aren't they?"

"Yep."

"Great." Mienshao dropped his head. "Maybe we've been looking in the wrong places to begin with."

"We'll start again and figure it out," suggested Quagsire. "And now we have more help."

"That's right!" Politoed bounced up. "We're ready to help, Sir Mienshao!"

"Send us off where you need us, we'll get it done." Poliwrath pumped his fist up.

"Not to return you back along the path from whence you came," started Mienshao, as the brothers blankly stared at him. "Ah…just head back to the east side. Quagsire and I have been combing this side of the palace already, so you two should start over there."

"Hopefully that's not the way that the Emperor went," brought up Quagsire.

"It is."

"That's unfortunate."

"Why does that matter?" Mienshao rubbed his head, while Quagsire chuckled.

"They got yelled at just a little bit ago."

"Oh." Mienshao frowned. "Sorry."

"It's fine."

"We'll still handle it for you!"

"Thank you both again, then." Mienshao turned to Quagsire as the twins started off. "Have we tried everywhere yet? Should we find a way downstairs?"

"Only if you want to get lost in old lower levels that were abandoned ages ago," warned Quagsire. He yawned and patted his cheek. "Unless you dropped it down a pipe, we're probably better staying up here."

On their way back to the main hall, Politoed slowed and stared at the door to the dining hall. Poliwrath spun back and poked at him.

"What are you doing?" He poked at his brother again. "We're supposed to be going to the east. Quagsire was just eating in there."

"Right, but I just want to make sure that those bears are in here instead of out there," reasoned Politoed. "That way, we can just sneak by and off."

"But what if they're already sitting and eating? They'll see us."

"No way."

Sure enough, as Politoed gently pushed the door open, vexed gazes from three feasting bears met him and Poliwrath. The brothers sighed as Poliwrath shoved the door completely open. Beartic sank down and rested his head against his paw.

"Three, two, one."

"Had to do it," complained Poliwrath. "You just had to open the door."

"Shut up," snapped Politoed. "You act like you've never made stupid choices!"

"Not as bad as yours."

"As if!"

"And there they go," murmured Beartic, lowering his eyes as Politoed and Poliwrath started batting at each other.

"Can't you not make poor life choices for once?!"

"Like yours aren't just as poor?! You live with me!"

"Yeesh, didn't they get enough from the Emperor before?" Pangoro snickered. "They're basically asking for more punishment, right Ursaring?" He turned to the brown bear, as he struggled with a jam jar.

"Nitwit!"

"Dolt!"

"Yeah, definitely," grumbled Ursaring. "Just…how tight does Quagsire seal these?"

"Keeps them fresh." Pangoro took it from Ursaring. "See, you just need to apply…some force…" He grinded his teeth as he twisted the jar, failing to get it open as well. "What the hell?"

"Not so easy, huh?" Ursaring smirked as he lowered his eyes on the panda.

"Wait, I can…this thing isn't…seriously, what?" Pangoro gawked at the unopened container.

"That's why mom liked you less!"

"Well dad liked you less too!"

"Hang on, let me try," offered Beartic, taking the jar from Pangoro. "It might be a bit frozen, so…hmm…just the right…turn…" He shifted away from the table and tugged harder on the lid, failing to open it either. "What gives…?"

"Right? It should've come off easy!"

"It's not even full," pointed out Ursaring. "It should just pop off."

"Very strange," agreed Beartic, as he held out the jar to study it. "Maybe if we take turns with loosening it."

"You're a walking eyesore!"

"Well you don't have any brains!"

Shoving Politoed back, Poliwrath's glare vanished as his brother swung his arm out, smacking the jar from Beartic's hand and into the table. It smashed at the angle, and broke the top open as it dropped to the ground. Politoed gawked at it, and then twisted back to Poliwrath.

"Look at what you did!"

"Me?! You knocked into it!"

"That's exactly what you would do to blame it on me—"

"Come off it, that's you never owning up to problems—"

Still shouting and swinging at each other, the brothers stormed from the dining hall, leaving the three bears to quietly watch them take off. Bending down and scooping up the jar, Beartic blankly stared at the broken jam jar: the top had shattered open, but no glass got on the jam that remained inside. Breathing a bit of icy breath around the top to even it out, he placed it down before Ursaring.

"Problem solved," determined Beartic. "Let me get the glass next…"

"That was my next idea," muttered Pangoro.

"Huh. Whatever works," settled Ursaring.

Departing from there and to the main hall, Poliwrath and Politoed nudged and shoved one another back and forth. They forced themselves apart from one another and glared to each other.

"Fine, let's really settle this then," decided Poliwrath. "First one to find that necklace pendant jewel for Mienshao is the better brother and gets to ask him out!"

"Ha, like you'd be able to handle that anyway!" Politoed waved him off. "Just try and keep up with me, and don't cry when you lose."

"Oh, I won't, but you can feel free to when you do!"

"Dream on!"

"Ready?"

"Let's go!"

Racing off with one another, Poliwrath and Politoed stormed through the eastern side of the palace, charging upstairs and through the corridors. Zipping through the bedchambers, they tore by the rooms, glancing within and hurrying along when they found nothing. Once finished, they raced onward.

Further down the palace halls, Abomasnow opened a closet, only to be whacked in the head by a broom. Groaning, he leaned over to pick it up, and grunted while grabbing it, reaching around at the light cracking.

"Ooh, my back…where is that damned knot…ah, blast it all, I can't be getting that old yet," he griped. Abomasnow held the broom up and glowered at it. "Hmph. It shouldn't even be me getting saddled with all of these chores. I should get the knights to do them if they screw up training, and not…hey, that's not a half bad idea."

Propping the broom up, he fumbled around trying to keep it lined with the others in the closet. Hearing yelling from down the corridor, Abomasnow jerked up.

"Oh no, not them again…"

Before he could prop the broom back up properly, Abomasnow was shoved into the closet as Politoed shoved Poliwrath into him, roughly knocking into his back.

"Gods, now look at what you did!" Poliwrath hopped from the general. "You made me shove him into the closet!"

"That's your fault, you went too far to the left!"

"Bah, will the two of you knock it off?!" Abomasnow's thunderous voice scared the brothers back into chasing each other off. "Honestly, with how much chaos they cause, they'll make my back pains distant…memories…huh." Abomasnow rubbed his back and blinked, blankly staring off as he slowly smiled. "Hey. That actually feels much better!"

His smirk faded as the broom dropped out from behind him and smacked down against the floor. Abomasnow sighed and rolled his eyes.

Around the corner for the next hallway, Poliwrath shoved into Politoed, who pushed right back into him. They stuck together and charged down the hall, pushing one another along while rushing through.

After nudging back and forth, Politoed shoved Poliwrath into a door, as his brother yanked him into it with him. They fell through and crashed down the steps into the library, where Empoleon sorted through his notes. He jerked up and whirled around at the brawling brothers, as they dragged their fight closer to his work.

"Dastard!"

"Asshole!"

"Not now, the two of you are interrupting," snapped Empoleon. "Just settle down for a minute, and don't—"

Neither heard him in time, as they tackled into each other and rolled across the room, bumping the table and knocking the papers around. Empoleon gaped at the mess his work was turned into, and gripped at his head. Shoving each other as they rose up from the ground, Politoed and Poliwrath finally focused on Empoleon, as he turned his dark glare upon them. Both jolted up and darted off.

"Get back here," bellowed Empoleon. "You two have caused me considerable confusion and delay! This work is supposed to…!" Empoleon blinked and studied the messy pile of papers before him. "…Wait a minute…" He shuffled the papers around. "This, here, that's the piece of the legend…ah, here!" Empoleon giggled as he excited scoured over the lines. "The 'valiant heart,' 'strong convictions and morals,' this is the piece that I was looking for!"

Glancing up and around the library, Empoleon cleared his throat, dragging his chair back closer to him and quietly sitting down with in, returning to his research.

Bursting from the door leading outside to the palace's walkway, Politoed broke away from Poliwrath and stumbled back against the railing. Poliwrath growled and charged at Politoed, knocking him over the side of the railing, as both plunged down into the moat below.

Paddling up to the surface and panting as they dragged themselves back onto the bridge, Poliwrath and Politoed glared at each other, struggling to catch their breaths.

"You'll…never…find it…" Politoed brushed his mouth in between his breathing, wiping the water away.

"Ha…you're…the one…that won't…" Poliwrath rolled his arms and struggled as he steadied himself.

"Um."

Blinking at each other, the twins twisted around as they spotted Quagsire and Mienshao on the opposite side of the bridge. Mienshao wore the missing pendant around his neck, arm wrapped around Quagsire as he rubbed his cheek. Poliwrath and Politoed deflated as they gazed ahead.

"We found it already." Quagsire pointed back behind him. "It was in the main hall, but on the lower floor of the eastern side," he revealed. "You guys probably past it when you went along."

"It was because we heard something smash in the dining hall that we went looking out that way at all," enlightened Mienshao. "We thought we were going to find you two, but Quagsire spotted my pendant instead. It was a nice surprise!"

"And then we heard you two splash down out here," finished Quagsire. "…Are you guys ok?"

"Us?" Poliwrath blinked and then laughed. "Ha, yeah, we…we, uh, slipped. From the top. Over there."

"Yep, that's…that's what happened." Politoed chuckled weakly. "Glad that you, uh, found the pendant, Quagsire."

"It's just nice that Mienshao has it back," decided Quagsire. "Happy to help…"

"You were so quick to find it too!" Mienshao hugged Quagsire. "Thank you so much for all of your effort!" He pulled off and turned to the brothers, nodding to them. "Thanks to both of you for assisting as well."

"Sure, yeah…"

"You're welcome…"

Rubbing away the green glints from their envious eyes, Politoed and Poliwrath sank down as Mienshao and Quagsire strolled back inside of the palace. They glanced up at one another and shrugged.

"Maybe we should take this as a note to change," suggested Politoed.

"True, maybe we need to clean up our act a bit," concurred Poliwrath.

"Oh, you two certainly have some cleaning up to do."

Both jumped up and stared across to Abomasnow, who had marched out in place of Mienshao and Quagsire. He lifted mops and a bucket.

"We've got some recently messy halls that need to be tended to," thundered Abomasnow. "And I know just the duo that's eager to help!"

"…This is all your fault," hissed Poliwrath.

"My fault?! You started it," snapped back Politoed.

"Personally, I don't give a damn whose fault it was," overtook Abomasnow. "Both of you are cleaning it up, and you'll do it straight away or I'll make you two a punishment much worse than that!"

"Ah, yes sir."

"Right away, sir."

"That's more like it! Maybe you'll learn how to cooperate better by the end of the day after all." He dropped the bucket down and propped the mops against it. "Now then, both of you: get to work!"

Abomasnow lumbered back inside as Poliwrath and Politoed groaned, trudging over and scooping up the mops. They shot each other wicked glares as they shoved the doors for the palace back open and dragged themselves back inside through the halls.

When Carracosta returned later, he was rather surprised at how neat the palace halls looked. Though once he found Poliwrath and Politoed to ask them about it, he only watched as they slumped down near a closet and knocked out.

...

That's all the chaos that the Poli Bros. were able to cause! Pretty fun, huh?

Though I like to slide in bits of humor for my fanfics, it's usually just related to little remarks or situational shenanigans, so this was geared a little more to having the humor be the forefront. Different from what I usually go for, so, probably not something that I'd push out normally. But, it was worth an effort!

And this gave a bit nicer of a send-off for Poliwrath and Politoed, who didn't get as much limelight for their time in the main story. (Doesn't help when you're not quite the main characters.)

It was also fun to have a few other characters with earlier routines: Mienshao's actual newbie status to the Empire, Carracosta still new to hiding his personal life, the bears actually being around, Empoleon's research, Quagsire's sleepy demeanor masking his chef skills, and Abomasnow becoming…more of himself!

Plus, there were some fun references that I tossed in that hint at the later events of the main story. They're not very obvious, but if you browse through the chapters, you might spot a few things between here and there.

Anyway, that's all for them! Hope you enjoyed. Thank you for reading!