Notes: WARNING! Slashy yaoi homosexual content stuffs here! That and demon
+ woman things. If it offends you, go away. It's not my fault if you read
it and get grossed out. That and strong language. This has words only for
the people who are not offended by mere sounds. NC17 material in this
chapter.
I don't own Kool-Aid. I'm just giving out free Kool-Aid advertising. Unless anyone wants to pay me for this ad? No? Okay, then you don't sue.
To answer your question about Viper: She's an idiot.
Look, constructive criticism is welcome, but stupid hate that only insults and offers nothing is growled at, laughed at and not often noted. If you hate my writing, go read someone else's. And please don't expect any Shakespeare, Nivin or Wells here; this is a damn FANFICTION site and all the stories are amateur. So I'm sorry if I'm not a freakin best-seller novelist.
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Shendu sulked a great, dragony sulk and literally huffed a smoke cloud of frustration. Viper stood a safe distance away, introverted in sullen remorse. Tentatively, she stepped towards the pouty beast. "Shendu. Maybe next time." The demon looked up and studied her with disdain in his burning red eyes. She stood her ground and watched as he chose his words. "You have angered me, Little One. Fire runs in my veins." He said, trying to suppress a growl, succeeding in only dampering it. The great tail behind him twitched back and forth, releasing some of the angry adrenaline that flowed in him. "I know it." Viper responded. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't stand there and watch you two!" Shendu, as tyrannical as he was, kept his cool and prevented himself from lashing out, verbally or physically. Instead, he calmly rebutted. " You are a foolish, insane female. I had him, you know. He was unarmed and no match for me. The source of my problems, right there for me to remove." Viper paused, "You must hate me for this." Shendu snorted. If it was from humor, she couldn't tell. "How were you ever to come to such a conclusion." He said, maliciously sardonic in his flout. "SOME loyalty to me. Little One, if you wish to be near me, I must insist you not interfere with my ventures in such a fashion. Something as such as a common occurrence could make me take a severe dislike to your presence. I warn you of my temper." Viper nodded, "I know, I know. But you can understand what I did, right?" Shendu flashed his sharp teeth in a wince. "I SWEAR you are MAD, woman!!! You prevent me from destroying my foe and expect some sort of gracious understanding??? I am growing increasingly impatient with your little games!" He growled and huffed a smoke cloud in her direction. Viper froze. He was right. She could think of nothing to say in her defense. Shendu glared until he could stand it no more. A great sigh escaped his muzzle. He waved a claw at her bloody arm. "You are injured. You'll require bandaging." "It's only a flesh wound."
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"Ah, I donno what I'm going to do with you." Jackie said. He and Valmont were walking down a crowded San Francisco sidewalk, close together. They weren't going anywhere in particular. Just walking. Jackie really didn't know what to do next: where to go. Valmont would never be welcome in Uncle's shop. Section 13 would love to have him there, but only behind bars. Then again, it WAS Valmont here. Mr. Ingenuity, not to mention his 'resources.' He'd have someplace to go. Or make one. The break from the cannery had been relatively easy, considering Valmont knew the place like the back of his hand. They had snuck out through Shendu's altar room, which held the mirror he used to communicate with his siblings when necessary. Ratso had come by in the hall, but Jackie had hid while Valmont rushed him on down the corridors. They had gone past the study, and Finn's unconscious and beaten body. Also in the hallway was a bag of splattered Moose-Burger food. A french fry had squished on the bottom of Valmont's nice Italian shoes. "Remind me to avoid getting you angry ever again." Valmont had said, picking off the hitchhiker. He didn't know Finn had actually already taken some blows before Jackie got there, but it really didn't matter anyway. Jackie tugged the coat Valmont had given him further around his shoulders. It did its job of covering up the long, red marks on his chest. They weren't deep he found washing in the public bathroom of a Starbucks. Luckily, they had stopped paining him. Valmont looked a little odd in a three-piece suit missing the third piece. When Jackie had hugged him, it had left blood on the green shirt, so it was left behind. Two bloody men walking down the street would have seemed a little odd. "Why don't we eat for now? Figure out what to do later? I'm starving." Valmont had yet to get any breakfast in him. He'd not been eating well lately. Jackie nodded ferverously. "Of course! Anywhere you like, my treat."
The two sat at a table in the dimly lit restaurant. Valmont ate like a starving animal, while Jackie just picked at what he had ordered. He also seemed strangely quiet, and Valmont noticed. He halted his ravenous eating to ask what was the matter. Jackie looked up as if he had forgotten Valmont was even there. What was the matter? What was the matter indeed! Jackie debated telling. He sighed heavily. "I just don't know what to next. You don't have anywhere to go." Valmont swallowed a noodle and shook the end of his fork like a chastizing finger. "No, that's not it." "What do you mean??" "I can tell that's not it, tell me the truth." Jackie paused. Wow. He was good. He shouldn't have tried to lie anyway. Might as well tell him. "Ah, Chris. There's something I have to tell you..." He choked out. "I know." Jackie stopped in the middle of his explanation. "Know what?" "This is about the girl, right? Viper. Yeah, I know." "Achk, ah, er" Jackie couldn't make a real word form in his mouth. Double wow. "Ahk, you KNOW about THAT???" Valmont put down his fork and look at Jackie solemnly. "I know." "H-how?" "Shendu was tracking you the other day. You went into the girl's apartment..." "Oh, God. I'm so sorry." Valmont wrinkled his nose. "I won't lie to you. I'm not okay with it. I was pretty damn pissed when I found out- aha a!" He was cut off when the Asian man reached across the table and grabbed his hand. "Chris, I'm so sorry. It was INCREDIBLY stupid of me!! I was feeling depressed and it seemed like a good idea at the time. I should have never done it, there's no excuse!" Valmont tried to calm him. Funny, he hadn't pictured this talk this way. "Jackie, no, stop. I know you're sorry. I was gone a long time, it's... understandable." After these words, the faulted man seemed even more unhappy than before. "Chris! I never wanted to REPLACE you!!! I never could replace you! I'd sooner DIE than live the rest of my life with someone else! I don't know how you can ever forgive me." "Jackie!" "What?" "Shut up and eat your damn soup."
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Chow ruffled Finn's hair playfully, "I'd think you'd know better than to try and take Chan on by yourself by now." Finn groaned and adjusted the ice pack on his head. "It's not like I had much choice. The dude snuck up on me! Next thing I know, wham bam, moose burger EVERYWHERE. Ah ah, ow!" He winced at a pang from the headache that had bothered him since he'd been smeared on the ground. "Where's the horse talisman when you need it??" Chow handed him a glass of water. "Section 13, same place it has been. So you'll have to deal with Advil." Finn glared at the water. "Water and Advil? I need morphine. Ah." "Take it. You look like shit." "Thanks a lot, Chow. You know just how to make me feel better." Finn said sarcastically. He downed two pills and only enough water to wash them down, making sure to exaggerate a displeased face at the action. The two enforcers were at Chow's small San Francisco apartment, taking Finn as an excuse to get away from the insane, megalomaniac dragon and that annoying, smelly, old fish cannery. The redhead was milking his injury, which was mostly a sore head, as best he could. He was sprawled out on Chow's bed, three pillows behind his head and an ice pack for where it hurt. He had been pestering the Asian man all afternoon. For the most part, Chow had taken it with good humor. "Yo, Nurse Chow." He called over his shoulder, "We got anything decent to drink?" Chow popped his head around the corner of the kitchen just far enough to look in at the demanding person. "What, you want booze or something? That'll only make it worse." Finn snorted. "Coffee? Coke? Fuck, Kool-Aid for all I care!" he was greeted with a disgruntled frown. "You're wish is my command." Chow popped back into the kitchen. A minute later, he returned to Finn's side with a glass. "It's Kool-Aid," He said handing it off, "For all you care." Finn looked at the red liquid then laughed, "You HAVE Kool-Aid? Cute." He took a sip and kissed Chow on the cheek. "Thank you, Chow." The Asian man laughed, "Polite again, huh?" "I think Kool-Aid'll do that to a guy." Chow smirked. "Guess so. You gunna sit on my bed all day?" Finn shook his head. "I'll get up..." - He took a sip- "... eventually. You can always join me." He raised an eyebrow to get his point across. Ha! He seemed to be in a lot of pain, indeed! "What happened to that headache of yours?" Chow asked. Finn just shrugged. "You got the sex drive of a wildebeest in rut." Finn shrugged again.
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A rested Chan and Valmont were upstairs in Uncle's shop, about to start new ventures when the store's locked door was opened, the click informing them of the impending presence of another. Jackie sprung up, almost comically, and rushed his lover to do the same. "Ah, gotta hide you!" He said franticly. A survey of the room gave him only one immediate option: closet. "What happened to two hours??" A still naked Valmont protested haplessly as he was pushed into the small, lightless closet. In a feeble effort to put some sense into the happenings, he grabbed at his clothes. Perhaps if he were found he would not seem quite so suspicious clothed, as he would have been in the buff. Jackie stuffed him inside and closed the door before rushing to make himself decent, and QUICK. Locked up in the small, cramped space, Valmont felt like a menial lave, left behind without a second thought. He realized his underwear was missing from his hands, but then again, who would really notice that?
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Chow made his escape hastily. Who knows WHAT reaction the stupid slip of the tongue had stirred in the room behind him. The gaunt Asian pulled the sleeved of his thick leather jacket on while he exited the door. 'Stupid stupid stupid.' he said to himself, over and over. It was pretty cold out and a chilled breeze forced him to pull the zipper up in the front. He ducked his head in the collar to keep his face warm. 'Stupid!' He wasn't walking anywhere in particular, just away from that apartment. Anywhere but that suddenly all too small apartment where Finn was. He stopped at a crosswalk. 'Stupid.' His brain snuck into his thoughts. 'Shut up.' He told it. 'Stupid.' It retorted. Damn it, Finn hadn't wanted to hear that. It was stupid to say. 'Stupid!' 'Shut up!' Hardly four months and Chow was saying something stupid like that. Stupid, sure. Stupid enough to toss THAT out there. He hadn't done it on purpose... it kinda just happened before he could stop it. Certainly Finn didn't like the idea. Chow was surprised he hadn't given the man a heart attack. Hell. He probably scared Finn half way to New York by now. He glared at the red hand that refused to become a green man. He cursed it and jaywalked. 'Stupid.' 'Shut up!'
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Finn sat on the bed, a little confused. A lot confused. Minutes before, they had been perfectly happy. Well, Finn wasn't quite perfectly happy because Chow wasn't naked, plus the headache was still hinting at the back of his skull (But he had been okay with it). Finn had turned on his charm as best he could (fool proof plan for getting one's desired in the sack) and Chow had laughed, started making out with him and said something. Apparently, that something's what drove him out the door and left Finn alone with his thoughts "Love." What a pure, simple word. Chow had casual slipped it in mid- sentence, using it fluidly. "I love you." It wasn't deep, passionate or premeditated, just something natural to say. It caught Finn's attention though. Love? He'd never heard Chow say that to him before. Did he seriously mean it? Did he even say it all? Maybe it was his imagination. "What'd you say?" he had asked. That's when Chow had gone stuttery, avoiding the subject, and found excuse to leave. Finn was left staring at the door with that confused look. He had gone pale. His mind drew a line, associating the word with one of the more dreaded things in his head: commitment. His said something out loud to himself, which essentially meant 'Gee, I didn't realize we were so serious.' The actual words he used were, "Holy fuck." Why though? If Chow had meant it, why'd he back out? Finn thought, the tiny gears in his head turning. Ah. Of course. He'd want that love returned. Did Finn return it? Was he serious? In a 'relationship,' so to speak? He shuttered at the word. Relationship. Damn, Chow was just supposed to be his girl, he never expected anything like this. Sure, Chow was his friend, and sure he'd had him for longer than most of the chicks he ever dated, but that really didn't MEAN anything, did it? C'mon, he was FINN. Lone ranger! Only evil and better looking. Free man! Night on the town, swinging bachelor-hood! He didn't need a ball and chain, male nor female. He certainly wasn't obligated to anything.
So, he wouldn't have returned it, right?
He was just a boyfriend. Wasn't he?
Finn tossed the covers back on the bed and stood up. He was probably worrying over nothing. Chow might not have even meant it in the first place.
He paused. That still left the question open: what did FINN think?
Finn rammed his feet into his thick boots and laced them up. He had to catch up with Chow before he got too far. What he would say when he found him, he had no idea. All he knew was he had to find him.
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Notes: Lala. R&R. Sorry this one took so long to get up: writer's block and lack of Internet connection. The block should be pushed free by now though.
4 Lemon contact Chris_is_Holy@carrot.com
I'm not just some piece of totty, y'know! Mmm, yes! Totty totty totty!
I don't own Kool-Aid. I'm just giving out free Kool-Aid advertising. Unless anyone wants to pay me for this ad? No? Okay, then you don't sue.
To answer your question about Viper: She's an idiot.
Look, constructive criticism is welcome, but stupid hate that only insults and offers nothing is growled at, laughed at and not often noted. If you hate my writing, go read someone else's. And please don't expect any Shakespeare, Nivin or Wells here; this is a damn FANFICTION site and all the stories are amateur. So I'm sorry if I'm not a freakin best-seller novelist.
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Shendu sulked a great, dragony sulk and literally huffed a smoke cloud of frustration. Viper stood a safe distance away, introverted in sullen remorse. Tentatively, she stepped towards the pouty beast. "Shendu. Maybe next time." The demon looked up and studied her with disdain in his burning red eyes. She stood her ground and watched as he chose his words. "You have angered me, Little One. Fire runs in my veins." He said, trying to suppress a growl, succeeding in only dampering it. The great tail behind him twitched back and forth, releasing some of the angry adrenaline that flowed in him. "I know it." Viper responded. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't stand there and watch you two!" Shendu, as tyrannical as he was, kept his cool and prevented himself from lashing out, verbally or physically. Instead, he calmly rebutted. " You are a foolish, insane female. I had him, you know. He was unarmed and no match for me. The source of my problems, right there for me to remove." Viper paused, "You must hate me for this." Shendu snorted. If it was from humor, she couldn't tell. "How were you ever to come to such a conclusion." He said, maliciously sardonic in his flout. "SOME loyalty to me. Little One, if you wish to be near me, I must insist you not interfere with my ventures in such a fashion. Something as such as a common occurrence could make me take a severe dislike to your presence. I warn you of my temper." Viper nodded, "I know, I know. But you can understand what I did, right?" Shendu flashed his sharp teeth in a wince. "I SWEAR you are MAD, woman!!! You prevent me from destroying my foe and expect some sort of gracious understanding??? I am growing increasingly impatient with your little games!" He growled and huffed a smoke cloud in her direction. Viper froze. He was right. She could think of nothing to say in her defense. Shendu glared until he could stand it no more. A great sigh escaped his muzzle. He waved a claw at her bloody arm. "You are injured. You'll require bandaging." "It's only a flesh wound."
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"Ah, I donno what I'm going to do with you." Jackie said. He and Valmont were walking down a crowded San Francisco sidewalk, close together. They weren't going anywhere in particular. Just walking. Jackie really didn't know what to do next: where to go. Valmont would never be welcome in Uncle's shop. Section 13 would love to have him there, but only behind bars. Then again, it WAS Valmont here. Mr. Ingenuity, not to mention his 'resources.' He'd have someplace to go. Or make one. The break from the cannery had been relatively easy, considering Valmont knew the place like the back of his hand. They had snuck out through Shendu's altar room, which held the mirror he used to communicate with his siblings when necessary. Ratso had come by in the hall, but Jackie had hid while Valmont rushed him on down the corridors. They had gone past the study, and Finn's unconscious and beaten body. Also in the hallway was a bag of splattered Moose-Burger food. A french fry had squished on the bottom of Valmont's nice Italian shoes. "Remind me to avoid getting you angry ever again." Valmont had said, picking off the hitchhiker. He didn't know Finn had actually already taken some blows before Jackie got there, but it really didn't matter anyway. Jackie tugged the coat Valmont had given him further around his shoulders. It did its job of covering up the long, red marks on his chest. They weren't deep he found washing in the public bathroom of a Starbucks. Luckily, they had stopped paining him. Valmont looked a little odd in a three-piece suit missing the third piece. When Jackie had hugged him, it had left blood on the green shirt, so it was left behind. Two bloody men walking down the street would have seemed a little odd. "Why don't we eat for now? Figure out what to do later? I'm starving." Valmont had yet to get any breakfast in him. He'd not been eating well lately. Jackie nodded ferverously. "Of course! Anywhere you like, my treat."
The two sat at a table in the dimly lit restaurant. Valmont ate like a starving animal, while Jackie just picked at what he had ordered. He also seemed strangely quiet, and Valmont noticed. He halted his ravenous eating to ask what was the matter. Jackie looked up as if he had forgotten Valmont was even there. What was the matter? What was the matter indeed! Jackie debated telling. He sighed heavily. "I just don't know what to next. You don't have anywhere to go." Valmont swallowed a noodle and shook the end of his fork like a chastizing finger. "No, that's not it." "What do you mean??" "I can tell that's not it, tell me the truth." Jackie paused. Wow. He was good. He shouldn't have tried to lie anyway. Might as well tell him. "Ah, Chris. There's something I have to tell you..." He choked out. "I know." Jackie stopped in the middle of his explanation. "Know what?" "This is about the girl, right? Viper. Yeah, I know." "Achk, ah, er" Jackie couldn't make a real word form in his mouth. Double wow. "Ahk, you KNOW about THAT???" Valmont put down his fork and look at Jackie solemnly. "I know." "H-how?" "Shendu was tracking you the other day. You went into the girl's apartment..." "Oh, God. I'm so sorry." Valmont wrinkled his nose. "I won't lie to you. I'm not okay with it. I was pretty damn pissed when I found out- aha a!" He was cut off when the Asian man reached across the table and grabbed his hand. "Chris, I'm so sorry. It was INCREDIBLY stupid of me!! I was feeling depressed and it seemed like a good idea at the time. I should have never done it, there's no excuse!" Valmont tried to calm him. Funny, he hadn't pictured this talk this way. "Jackie, no, stop. I know you're sorry. I was gone a long time, it's... understandable." After these words, the faulted man seemed even more unhappy than before. "Chris! I never wanted to REPLACE you!!! I never could replace you! I'd sooner DIE than live the rest of my life with someone else! I don't know how you can ever forgive me." "Jackie!" "What?" "Shut up and eat your damn soup."
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Chow ruffled Finn's hair playfully, "I'd think you'd know better than to try and take Chan on by yourself by now." Finn groaned and adjusted the ice pack on his head. "It's not like I had much choice. The dude snuck up on me! Next thing I know, wham bam, moose burger EVERYWHERE. Ah ah, ow!" He winced at a pang from the headache that had bothered him since he'd been smeared on the ground. "Where's the horse talisman when you need it??" Chow handed him a glass of water. "Section 13, same place it has been. So you'll have to deal with Advil." Finn glared at the water. "Water and Advil? I need morphine. Ah." "Take it. You look like shit." "Thanks a lot, Chow. You know just how to make me feel better." Finn said sarcastically. He downed two pills and only enough water to wash them down, making sure to exaggerate a displeased face at the action. The two enforcers were at Chow's small San Francisco apartment, taking Finn as an excuse to get away from the insane, megalomaniac dragon and that annoying, smelly, old fish cannery. The redhead was milking his injury, which was mostly a sore head, as best he could. He was sprawled out on Chow's bed, three pillows behind his head and an ice pack for where it hurt. He had been pestering the Asian man all afternoon. For the most part, Chow had taken it with good humor. "Yo, Nurse Chow." He called over his shoulder, "We got anything decent to drink?" Chow popped his head around the corner of the kitchen just far enough to look in at the demanding person. "What, you want booze or something? That'll only make it worse." Finn snorted. "Coffee? Coke? Fuck, Kool-Aid for all I care!" he was greeted with a disgruntled frown. "You're wish is my command." Chow popped back into the kitchen. A minute later, he returned to Finn's side with a glass. "It's Kool-Aid," He said handing it off, "For all you care." Finn looked at the red liquid then laughed, "You HAVE Kool-Aid? Cute." He took a sip and kissed Chow on the cheek. "Thank you, Chow." The Asian man laughed, "Polite again, huh?" "I think Kool-Aid'll do that to a guy." Chow smirked. "Guess so. You gunna sit on my bed all day?" Finn shook his head. "I'll get up..." - He took a sip- "... eventually. You can always join me." He raised an eyebrow to get his point across. Ha! He seemed to be in a lot of pain, indeed! "What happened to that headache of yours?" Chow asked. Finn just shrugged. "You got the sex drive of a wildebeest in rut." Finn shrugged again.
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A rested Chan and Valmont were upstairs in Uncle's shop, about to start new ventures when the store's locked door was opened, the click informing them of the impending presence of another. Jackie sprung up, almost comically, and rushed his lover to do the same. "Ah, gotta hide you!" He said franticly. A survey of the room gave him only one immediate option: closet. "What happened to two hours??" A still naked Valmont protested haplessly as he was pushed into the small, lightless closet. In a feeble effort to put some sense into the happenings, he grabbed at his clothes. Perhaps if he were found he would not seem quite so suspicious clothed, as he would have been in the buff. Jackie stuffed him inside and closed the door before rushing to make himself decent, and QUICK. Locked up in the small, cramped space, Valmont felt like a menial lave, left behind without a second thought. He realized his underwear was missing from his hands, but then again, who would really notice that?
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Chow made his escape hastily. Who knows WHAT reaction the stupid slip of the tongue had stirred in the room behind him. The gaunt Asian pulled the sleeved of his thick leather jacket on while he exited the door. 'Stupid stupid stupid.' he said to himself, over and over. It was pretty cold out and a chilled breeze forced him to pull the zipper up in the front. He ducked his head in the collar to keep his face warm. 'Stupid!' He wasn't walking anywhere in particular, just away from that apartment. Anywhere but that suddenly all too small apartment where Finn was. He stopped at a crosswalk. 'Stupid.' His brain snuck into his thoughts. 'Shut up.' He told it. 'Stupid.' It retorted. Damn it, Finn hadn't wanted to hear that. It was stupid to say. 'Stupid!' 'Shut up!' Hardly four months and Chow was saying something stupid like that. Stupid, sure. Stupid enough to toss THAT out there. He hadn't done it on purpose... it kinda just happened before he could stop it. Certainly Finn didn't like the idea. Chow was surprised he hadn't given the man a heart attack. Hell. He probably scared Finn half way to New York by now. He glared at the red hand that refused to become a green man. He cursed it and jaywalked. 'Stupid.' 'Shut up!'
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Finn sat on the bed, a little confused. A lot confused. Minutes before, they had been perfectly happy. Well, Finn wasn't quite perfectly happy because Chow wasn't naked, plus the headache was still hinting at the back of his skull (But he had been okay with it). Finn had turned on his charm as best he could (fool proof plan for getting one's desired in the sack) and Chow had laughed, started making out with him and said something. Apparently, that something's what drove him out the door and left Finn alone with his thoughts "Love." What a pure, simple word. Chow had casual slipped it in mid- sentence, using it fluidly. "I love you." It wasn't deep, passionate or premeditated, just something natural to say. It caught Finn's attention though. Love? He'd never heard Chow say that to him before. Did he seriously mean it? Did he even say it all? Maybe it was his imagination. "What'd you say?" he had asked. That's when Chow had gone stuttery, avoiding the subject, and found excuse to leave. Finn was left staring at the door with that confused look. He had gone pale. His mind drew a line, associating the word with one of the more dreaded things in his head: commitment. His said something out loud to himself, which essentially meant 'Gee, I didn't realize we were so serious.' The actual words he used were, "Holy fuck." Why though? If Chow had meant it, why'd he back out? Finn thought, the tiny gears in his head turning. Ah. Of course. He'd want that love returned. Did Finn return it? Was he serious? In a 'relationship,' so to speak? He shuttered at the word. Relationship. Damn, Chow was just supposed to be his girl, he never expected anything like this. Sure, Chow was his friend, and sure he'd had him for longer than most of the chicks he ever dated, but that really didn't MEAN anything, did it? C'mon, he was FINN. Lone ranger! Only evil and better looking. Free man! Night on the town, swinging bachelor-hood! He didn't need a ball and chain, male nor female. He certainly wasn't obligated to anything.
So, he wouldn't have returned it, right?
He was just a boyfriend. Wasn't he?
Finn tossed the covers back on the bed and stood up. He was probably worrying over nothing. Chow might not have even meant it in the first place.
He paused. That still left the question open: what did FINN think?
Finn rammed his feet into his thick boots and laced them up. He had to catch up with Chow before he got too far. What he would say when he found him, he had no idea. All he knew was he had to find him.
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Notes: Lala. R&R. Sorry this one took so long to get up: writer's block and lack of Internet connection. The block should be pushed free by now though.
4 Lemon contact Chris_is_Holy@carrot.com
I'm not just some piece of totty, y'know! Mmm, yes! Totty totty totty!