A/N: Umm how about we meet you all at the bottom. (That's where the excuses are) Now, Dive Dive Dive!
Disclaimer- We don't own ToS, it's quite fortunate really.
Chapter 3- Poptarts, Squirrels, and Pretty Colours Oh my!
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"Mithos..."
"Yes Kratos?"
"Why is our house blowing up?"
"Um, because it feels like it?"
-Yuan flies through the air-
"OH MY GOD! Save me!"
"From what? It's not the squirrels again is it?"
"Worse."
"It wouldn't happen to be flying pop tarts would it?"
"Yeah! How'd you know Mithos?"
"Mithos…."
"Yes Kratos?" –Said innocently-
"You didn't happen to keep the toaster on did you?"
"…Maaaaybe."
"That wouldn't have happened to be near the fireworks, would it?"
"Perhaps….I was making pop tarts too"
"That explains the pretty colours…"
-A blue explosion is suddenly seen in the sky-
"WOW! That one matched my hair!"
"Where are we supposed to stay now Mithos? Our house is as colourful as the profanities that came out of Magnius' mouth when he stubbed his toe in the washroom last week!"
"When'd that happen?"
"Don't ask."
-A random explosion of red-
"Hey look Kratos! There's your hair too!"
"Goddess save me from these idiots…." –mutters-
"Where's the yellow one? I want my hair too!"
"Mithos, concentrate!"
"Hunh? On what?"
"Ugh, forget it…"
"Really? Can I?"
"No."
"Hey, Kratos, what was he concentrating on?"
"…" ---- "Forget it…"
"So where are we supposed to stay?"
"Umm, I hear the squirrels are renting."
-Twitch- "…Squirrels…?"
"Yes Yuan, squirrels."
"I am not staying with a bunch of furry-tailed freaks!"
"Where else are we supposed to stay? Our last house is a colourful rainbow!"
"Why don't we go back to the Tower of Salvation? Or Welgaia?"
"NO. I'm not going back there. Pronyma. Is. Evil."
"It is my tower you know."
"…"
"Anything is better than staying with rabid furry maniacs that mistake appendages for nuts."
"What do you have against squirrels Yuan?"
-Shudders- -Mithos answers-
"Oh, long story, involves large fluffy tails, nuts and beady eyes."
-Shudders-
"Those terrible beady eyes… They will be forever embedded in my memory…"
"…"
"Hey, do you hear that?"
"Hear what, the little pitter, patter of tiny squirrel feet getting ready to ambush us?"
"Eep!"
"No, it sounds more like something coming at us through the air…."
"HEY! POPTARTS!
-Random pop tart smacks Yuan in the face-
"HEY! OW!"
"Oh look! There's one of my pop tarts! ...But where's the other one?"
-Another random pop tarts hits Yuan and he falls over-
"There it is!"
"If I ever have a son someday, he is never meeting either of you."
"I can't imagine you with a son…"
"Yeah, that'd be creepy." O.o
"Mini-Kratos, imagine that."
"A mini-Kratos would be too scary, I bet he's dumber."
"…"
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-Somewhere in the verrrry distant future-
"Achoo!"
"Hey Lloyd, are you catching a cold?"
"Nah, I'm fine Collette."
"Someone must be talking about you Lloyd."
"…Shut up Genis."
"Yeah, not like anyone would talk about you."
"Shut it Genis!"
A/N: XxSiMpLe-MiNdxX and Alchemist's Dreamer here,
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We're sorry for not updating but we do have an excuse…. It just got lost on the way here. Soo yeah.