I would like to thank everyone who commented, hope you've been enjoyin reading these as much as I do writin em. I guess this is it for right now, the story seems to have shot its wad. But I have another one brewing about Toki's childhood called TokiKlok. Weeee!
They splashed down in the mid-Atlantic, the DethSub picking them up with little fuss. Bad news was that the damaged shuttle wasn't turning up anywere, as wreckage or otherwise. Some of the Anti-Dethklok league may have survived, along with the Succuboso Squad, but their excursion to the Moon was on the whole successful.
Everyone noticed how giggly and happy Toki and Judy were, and it wasn't lost on Nathan, who sat scowling, or Ofdensen, who left the room quietly. The Cupid's Dust had made him realize...how much he loved Judy. Damn. He wanted a girl young enough to be his daughter, one he could never have. Well, at least it was simple, naieve Toki she likes, it could be a lot worse. Who knows, though, she's young, and he had plenty of time. He could wait.
"Why do people call you Tonto?," Katrina asked Nathan, genuinely curious.
"Cause of his questionable ancestry," Pickles piped up.
"How do you mean?"
"His people come from a savage South American tribe who get high on this shit called Yopo," Pickles tells her.
"Sweet," she says. Nathan grunts.