So… yea… I'm aware that this is late, and I really am sorry. Shortly after the last chapter was uploaded I had a nervous breakdown which really messed me up, and after which my writing ability was shot to hell. I'm working on the next chapter, though it is slow going as not only do I need to get back into the swing of it, but I also need to triple check myself as I keep making stupid mistakes, like putting 'me' instead of 'my'. It's all these little things that I wouldn't have done near as often before.

Due to it taking so long to actually write the chapter, here's some filler drabbles that I'd written in my spare time, from before my nervous breakdown. I thought I'd had more, but whatever.

Camera

What she never told him was that the picture he saw wasn't the picture she'd been laughing at. Granted, it had been the picture showing on the phone the whole time, but during the night, while he'd slept, she had used a proper camera to take a photo of the cutest thing she'd ever seen. Even if she hadn't already forgiven him, the sight of him all curled up like that, tail twitching as he dreamed…

She was a sucker for cuteness.

So, while he'd slept, out came the camera and now she had a photo of the sleeping teen.

Crack

It was after half an hour he turned to me.

'Will you stop fidgeting?' Our illustrious leader snapped at me.

'I can't.' I complained.

'Well why not?' He answered, glaring at me.

'My underwear is riding up.' I answered.

The blonde closed his eyes, looking annoyed. After several seconds, in which I tried to sort out the problem, he finally looked at me again.

'And how is it a problem? Everyone suffers it now and again, and they can simply sort it out.'

'Not everyone has a tail.' I pointed out. 'It keeps on pulling them back up my crack.'

Scarf

For one season, the normally hot canyon became a cold hell. Most people enjoyed the change from too hot to function to snows, but it was hell for him. The one time he'd gone out in the stuff, he'd ended up sleeping and almost not waking up. His uncles explained it was because he was cold blooded, but his young mind didn't care why, just that he couldn't.

This year, Uncle Xenor planned leaving for the season, and taking him with. So at the first sign of snow, Uncle Xenor dressed him in warm clothes and wrapped the scarf around his own neck.

'This one thinks a trip to Costa Del Sol will do us both wonders.'

Yellow

'Lellow.' He grinned toothily.

'Yellow.' The stranger of his two uncles corrected him.

'Lellow.' He repeated.

'Yel-low.'

'Lel-low.'

The large red eye rolled skyward, and faced the human of the trio, who was openly laughing.

'Does this one amuse you?' Xenor asked, dryly.

'C'mon, you're trying to teach a three year old to speak fluently. He's a kid, let him live a little an' develop more.'

'Shep-poo…'

The human's eye twitched.

'That's Sheppard.' He corrected.

'Shep-poo.'

The human looked at Xenor, who was openly laughing at him.

''Let him live and develop more', he's a three year old.' Xenor quoted.