Warning: second oneshot is a yaoi; skip if you're not comfortable. Enjoy.

*Pythor's Neck Massage*

Pythor groaned as he lied facedown on the couch. His neck has been hurting all throughout the morning, and he can't get it to stop. Even an icepack didn't do the trick.

As he was groaning, Pam came in reading a book when she heard him and turned to him.

"Pythor," she asked, "what's wrong? Did you have a bad morning?"

"You have no idea," he whimpered. "My neck is hurting, and I can't get it to stop." Pam frowned in reply and put her book away before going up to him.

"Oh, poor baby," she cooed, gently lifting his head up a bit so that she can lay it onto her lap. Pythor smiled with a purr as she then stroked his head like a cat. As she stroked him, a thought came to her.

"I think I know just what you need." She then placed her hands on his neck and started to knead it gently. Pythor groaned with content at the magic through Pam's touch going through his neck.

"Oh, Pamela," he begged softly. "A little lower, please…and to the right?" Pam obeyed as she moved her hand closer to the base of his neck and over to its right side, where she started to massage again to make Pythor sigh with a smile.

"Oh, that's the spot…" Pam smiled in reply; he just looks so cute like that.

"I should massage your neck more often," she said. "You just look so cute with your head on my lap." Pythor smirked up at her.

"I would like that very much."

*Kimonos*

"I still don't get why we have to wear these things," Skalidor grumbled, looking down at his silver, yellow, and black kimono he has on. "I feel ridiculous…"

"Skali, it's a festival," Cole said from behind the bathroom door. "We have to dress in these sorts of outfits for it. Besides, you won't go tripping over it when you move around."

"That's because I have no feet," the Constrictai complained to his boyfriend. "And how long does it really take for a human to try on a robe. Let's go-oooooh!"

"Hold on; I'm almost done," Cole laughed. "It's not as easy as you might think tying it on right."

"Yeah, I kinda figured that myself," Skalidor replied with a shrug. "I'm never always good with knots. That's why I prefer buckles or buttons. Give me a nice leather belt any…day?"

He was suddenly left in awe when he saw Cole step out in a twilight-colored kimono, looking like a dazzling prince from a Japanese fairytale.

"So what do you think?" he then asked.

"I think you've gone and made twilight more radiant," his snake beau answered.

"Figured you love it," Cole replied with a smile before going up to him and kissing him on the cheek.

*Momma Pythor (sequel to Doctor Pythor)*

Lloyd headed into the kitchen where he spotted Pythor at the stove, stirring some soup in a pot and checking the teakettle to see if the water's ready.

"Hey, Pythor," he said to him as he went to the fridge to get an apple. "What's with the tea and soup?"

"Pamela's got a cold," he answered, tasting the soup. "Ah, just the right amount of herbs."

"Really?" the Green Ninja replied, taking a bite from his piece of fruit. "That must be why I didn't see her at her at her art spot. Is she gonna be okay?"

"She'll be fine, my boy," Pythor answered, spooning some soup into a bowl with a ladle. "Like I said, she just came down with a cold. She just needs some rest, some herbal tea and soup, and she'll right as rain."

"Well, just don't go kissing her on the lips or anything," Lloyd said with a wrinkled nose. "You'll catch it yourself if you do."

"C'mon, Lloyd," he chuckled as he poured some water into a mug with a teabag. "Do I look like the kind of person who would do that?"

"Well, you do have a habit of giving her your cooties," Lloyd mumbled with a smirk as he left the kitchen. Pythor shot his head up at the boy angrily.

"Hey, I heard that!"

"You were supposed to."