Best idea or not, the moment the temple came into view she started having second thoughts.
It was an imposing sight on the best of days.
But now?
With the heavy storm clouds and green lightning raging while fat drops of rain pelted them as if thrown by the gods?
It was terrifying.
And so appropriate for the home of the god of death.
She turns her face into Gil's shoulder and sighs.
T still had his deal with her father, so maybe coming here right now was for the best.
Sure, her father was an asshole.
And sure, he had a strange relationship with T.
But a broken key couldn't work until it was fixed, right?
Her one arm grip on Gil tightens when she hears her father's soft steps coming out of the temple
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? A Fire Bug, ah Lover Boy, and is that my Kitten?" Hades's voice floats down the damaged temple stairs. "Well, if anyone was going to survive that shake up, it would be you three, wouldn't it."
"S'up." T nods as he walks up the steps.
"My temple, luckily." Hades rolls his eyes as he leans against a pillar with a slight wobble, "Well, mostly." He groans as he straightens up, his eyes traveling over them before he smirks, "Looks like you've pissed Lover Boy off, do tell. Did something happen in town? You're not walking here from the cove."
T rubs at his eyes, "He's just cranky cause we're here. Think you're up for another deal?"
"No!" She snaps as she twists to glare at T, grimacing and choking on a scream as the movement sends pain down her arm and across her chest.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" Gil hisses as his glare jumps between T and Hades.
T shrugs before he plops on the edge of the steps. "What isn't?" He props his chin up lazily, or more likely, exhausted.
"One- That seeeeems accurate." Hades points at T before he shakes his head, "But the more important two, who broke my Kitten?"
Gil remains silent as he presses her closer to his chest.
"A wave did." She bites her lip, "actually, shoving my arm into the cave wall to keep the wave from killing us did."
"Smart, I like it. Very creative. Surprisingly resourceful." Hades nods.
Wait? Was he actually-
She turns to fully face him, unable to hold back her surprise.
Smart?
Creative?
Resourceful?
Her eyes widen.
Did he really-
"Very mortal." He continues with a roll of his wrist.
She swallows and drops her eyes to the cracked pathway leading to the stairs.
There it was.
The punch to her soul.
She fell for it every time.
T turns to the god, "Can you not, right now." He sighs wearily. "It's been a long couple of-" He huffs, "it's been too fucking long without adding you being a complete and utter-"
"T!" Gil barks in disapproval.
She shakes her head before she pats Gil's shoulder, silently asking for him to put her down.
He frowns as he shifts his gaze, his eyes searching hers before he sighs and hesitantly lowers her to her feet.
He wouldn't have been able to do it if she was crying.
Little things.
Small victories.
"Riiiiight." Hades tilts his head to the side, "So, here to keep your deal Firebug?"
T sighs, "Fix it first."
"Duh." Hades rolls his eyes, "Coming in?" He asks as he steps out of the way and gestures towards the entrance, "Don't make me go get you."
T looks up at him for a long moment, "Do you know how to set a shoulder?"
"Pfft, how hard can it be?"
"Nope." T flings his arms away from him before he stands and starts down the stairs.
"I said don't make me go get you." Hades glares, "Kitten, come here. Now."
Yeah. She should have seen that coming.
She closes her eyes, "Please stay out here." She begs before she starts up the stairs.
Gil opens his mouth only for T to slap a hand over it. "Heard."
"No need to look like a mortal walking to a gallows, Kitten." Hades rolls his eyes.
"T!" Gil hisses in irritation as he snatches his hood, ignoring the strangled yelp as he drags him up the stairs with him. "We're coming too."
Hades smirks at her, "Still haven't quite worked out all the kinks of being a Goddess huh?"
"Are you fixing my shoulder so I can try to get the cuffs off or not?" She glares as she makes it to his side.
She just wanted to get this over with. Whatever it took.
"Mreow," Her father scratches the air, "Kitten has claws today."
"Kitten," She bites out in disgust, "is tired. And worried about Uma and Harry. And the ship. Because the Isle just tried to fucking kill us and I would just be sooooo fucking grateful if you would make this stop hurting."
Hades crosses one arm over his chest as he pensively taps his chin, "Grateful, huh? I like that. Sounds good on you."
Whatever it took. She takes a deep breath, "Yes. I would be grateful. Please."
She could play nice.
She could beg for help.
Anything to fix this so it stopped hurting.
Anything to get back to Uma.
"Can you stop-" T yelps at another yank of his hood as Gil stops next to her and takes her hand, "We'd all be grateful." He grits out.
Hades nods as he looks them over with a thoughtful frown, "Huh. Yeah. Guess I can just, fix the shoulder then." He turns and disappears through the entrance.
"Th-" Gil yanks T's hood again.
"Stop. Talking." Gil bites out.
She takes a deep breath, shaking her head at the two before she follows her father.
With any luck, she'd be able to ask Pain and Panic to go search for the ship.
It would make them all feel better to know where the rest of their family was.
T huffs as Gil drags him behind her.
"I-" Gil cuts T off with another yank of the hood.
"T." His tone daring T to continue. "Not. Now."
She frowns.
Gil was done.
It normally took longer for T to get Gil here-
But, here they were, so soon after being reunited.
When they were far, far away from the temple she was going to have to talk to them.
But, she understood well enough to not take them to task over it now.
Stress.
They were all stressed.
Her brow furrows as she looks around, noticing all the new damage the temple had taken.
Pillars cracked and fallen.
Chunks of stone missing from the walls and the floors.
Holes in the walls-
Holes?
Her eyes narrow as she looks around the room, only to realize it was just one wall that was covered in holes.
As if her father had lost it.
Punched the wall.
The thought makes her stagger to a halt.
Had he been-
Her father didn't worry.
Not about her.
Getting out of here-
Oh.
She sighs.
Maleficent.
T explained a lot on the walk over here.
They saw Mal on Maleficent's TV.
Ben's future king oath ceremony.
The wand.
Maleficent threatening him.
Jafar's fear.
The way they both vanished in a puff of smoke.
And then, the Isle attacked.
She blinks as she looks at the wall again.
That had to be why it looked like he'd tried to knock it over.
Maleficent got out.
He didn't.
Because he still had the cuffs on.
Because she wasn't strong enough to get them off.
Or push past whatever instinct it was telling her to stop.
She sighs before she starts walking again.
Was she selfish?
Part of her was glad he hadn't gotten out.
That he was still stuck here.
She hadn't thought about how they were going to fix her shoulder.
Gil said it so confidently she'd just believed him.
But T-
T made a good point.
What were they supposed to do?
And how bad would it hurt?
And how much would that hurt them?
She closes her eyes.
At least this way, it was her father hurting her.
They could all be mad at him.
She could be mad at him.
Nothing new about that.
"Pain! Panic!" Hades calls out the moment she walks into the room with Gil still dragging T behind them.
She smiles, straining to hear the telltale sound of their wings.
Nothing.
"IMPS- Oh, wait- I sent them-" Hades rolls his eyes, "Ugh, never mind, sit or whatever, I'll be right back." He stomps past them and leaves the room.
Her nose crinkles, "Weird." But she didn't want to look to hard into that.
Instead, she sits on the edge of the couch, relaxing into the softness while silently reveling in the fact they were going to soak the cushions.
Little victories.
"When isn-"
Gil yanks T to him, "Seriously? What are you- Is this how you usually-"
She and T both nod.
There was no point in lying.
And if that was what was bothering Gil, better to let him know T wasn't dead yet because of it.
He drops his hood with a groan. "Why?" He shakes his head.
"Dislocate my arm?" T responds.
She narrows her eyes as she stands and turns to face them, "What?"
"Just," T holds up his hands. "I can't dislocate Gil's and he has no idea what the fuck he's gotta do."
"So?" She shakes her head, "One dislocated arm is enough."
T shakes his head, "You think that hurts now? Wait 'til he yanks it back out several times trying to figure out how to-"
She closes her eyes against the way the room spins.
Nope.
Nope.
Didn't matter.
She'd deal with it.
While it was happening.
It wasn't like practicing on T would be-
She opens her eyes in horror at a squeak.
T's cry of pain is quickly cut off as Gil covers his mouth and pulls him close.
"No!" She shakes her head as her good hand goes to her mouth.
Gil sighs, "He made a good point. And offered."
"Do not fucking dislocate his shoulder!" She stomps her foot.
Gil looks away, "I already did."
He already-
She blinks as she looks T over.
But-
But he didn't scream.
He made a noise.
A squeak.
A yelp.
And now?
He was just standing there.
"You good?" Gil looks down at T with concern.
"Mhmm." T nods, "Help?" He asks as he tugs at his hoodie.
"Shit," Gil's eyes widen, "I just- I thought it'd be easier if you didn't know it was coming."
"Fair," T breathes out.
"Right," Gil looks down at him apologetically. "You sure you're…"
T turns to her with a frown before he turns back to Gil, "Better me than her."
She shakes her head before she turns her back on the two and sits.
Idiots.
She squeezes her eyes shut against the burning.
Both of them were idiots.
Chauvinistic idiots.
How could it possibly be better for the two of them to be hurt?
Why was it better for T to endure something he didn't have to rather than just let her because she had no choice?
She sighs as she curls into the corner of the couch she was on, resting her head against the arm as she ignores Gil and T.
She could have endured it.
Her tears slip from her still tightly shut eyes, leaving warm tracks down her face.
How could it hurt any worse than knowing she was worthless to her father.
She blinks at a sudden chill in her chest.
Hurt more than knowing her family didn't think she could handle pain.
"How do you wanna-"
"Just cut the damned thing." He sighs as he passes Gil a dagger.
"You so much as knick a shirt and I stab you."
Gil closes his mouth. "Fair." He sighs before he carefully cuts the hoodie off of him.
He hated this.
Hated it so much.
He knew he wasn't actually-
But he still felt naked without it.
He shifts as he eyes a contrite Gil. "It's cool man," He nudges his shoulder.
"Is it?" Gil looks at the hoodie in his hands.
"Did you wanna watch him try to figure it out?"
Gil drops his eyes.
"So, we're good."
He can't help the wince as Gil reaches over.
Gil immediately drops his hand, "I wasn't-"
"I know," He drops his eyes, "Reflex."
Gil takes a deep breath before he lets it out. "Sorry."
"For what?"
"Yankin' ya 'round by your hood."
"Eh." T shrugs. "I get it."
Gil sighs again, "I still should'nah done it."
"Eh," He shrugs again, "I know how pissed you are to be here, man. I ain't holdin' any grudges."
"But-"
"But nothing." He shakes his head. "It's not like I could'ah like," He eyes the huge boy up and down. "Yeah. Just, this made more sense."
"Have you even slept since-"
"Does it matter?"
Gil glares at him, "Yes."
"Beg to differ."
"T," Gil shakes his head, "What were you thinking?"
"That I didn't want to think."
Gil looks him over before he sighs.
"Mmff."He bites back a groan, flinching as he's pulled to the broad chest.
Thankfully it seemed Gil was set on ignoring the flinch as he traps him in a hug.
"Thank you."
He looks up with a frown, "It's what family does right?"
Gil narrows his eyes before he sighs, "Just-" He presses him closer, careful of his arm. "I wanna say yes, but I'm afraid of what yer take away is gonna be."
He snorts, "Probably-"
Deez is crying you know.
Wait-
What?
He looks around the room with a frown, "Where did Deez go?"
Gil's hold on him suddenly disappears as he rushes to the couch and looks down. "Deez?" He sighs in relief before he reaches down and picks her up, "S'wrong Treasure?" He pulls her to his chest.
"I wish you'd just let me handle it," Deez turns her head away as she pushes at Gil with her good hand, "T didn't have to get hurt."
"I'm used to it." He shrugs, "You are-"
"And I'm not, yeah, I get it." Deez snaps as she glares between him and Gil.
"So you want Gil dead?" He lifts a brow as he holds his arm to his side, "Cause watchin-"
"No, I want to be trusted." Deez shakes her head when she can't get out of Gil's arms.
Navigate this carefully, you're treading dangerous waters.
I have eyes too ya know.
"It ain't like that Treasure," Gil frowns as he pulls her closer protectively. "I just-" He swallows, "I didn't wanna see him try ta figure it out."
"Then you should have waited outside with T," Deez snaps, "like I asked."
He shakes his head, "I don't want you 'lone with him."
"And I don't want anyone more hurt than we already are." Deez sighs as she looks away, "We have no clue what's waiting for us out there. No clue where Uma and Harry are. And now, instead of me getting my arm fixed and possibly healing instantly because, you know, it's what I do, now we have to also deal with a stupid, unnecessary injury on top of all your other injuries. Going into the unknown."
He tilts his head to the side. "I've dealt with worse D-"
"You are not helping." Deez glares at him.
I said carefully you ass, not dive in.
"I know you've all dealt with worse. I know. I've watched. I've written about it. I'm not stupid." Deez rolls her eyes, "I'm more experienced now."
"So, chalk this up to a learning experience for all of us then." He shrugs, "Next time I'll just let your dad experiment-"
"I am so over the next times! No next times."
"I mean, have you seen the Isle?"
"T!" Deez starts fighting against Gil's hold on her again, "I. Will. Fucking. Punch. You."
"Would it make ya feel better?" He asks curiously, "Cause, like, go for it. I hate it when you cry."
"No, it wouldn't." Deez huffs before her head falls back over Gil's arm, "And don't make me cry if you hate it."
Smooth.
He looks away as he toes at nothing. "I didn't think it was gonna make ya cry… I just-"
"We didn't want ya ta have to deal with your dad hurting you unnecessarily, Treasure." Gil presses her to his chest tighter. "Ya can't even get outta my arms right now."
"I don't want to hurt you." Deez pouts up at him.
"Cool cause all three of us being more hurt would probably be stupid." He agrees.
Deez lets out a growl of frustration, "Put me down! Now! I need to go strangle him."
"I think he's had enough stranglin' today." Gil bites his lip as he looks back at him sheepishly.
"Obviously not! Fucking smart ass!"
"Aww, you think I'm smart." He grins.
"No, right now, I don't, actually." Deez glares up at Gil, "Down."
"T…" Gil glances at him, "Maybe you shouldn't-"
"No no, keep pissing the Kitten off. This is entertaining." Hades walks back into the room with a box in one arm.
He rolls his eyes, "Two boxes checked."
"Besides, all that rage can fuel her trying to get this damn thing off." Hades nods as he sets the box on the coffee table.
"Ugh." He groans. "Seriously? She's not in any condi-"
"I can do it!"
Gil presses her to his chest, "Treasure-"
"Down!" Deez demands.
He walks over to Hades pushing aside that argument. "So," He looks up at the god. "I think we fixed you figuring shit out on her part."
"Oh yeah?" Hades tilts his head to the side as takes a seat in his chair and pulls the box closer, rifling through a bunch of medical supplies.
He blinks, "Why-" He shakes his head.
"I don't know what Zeus was thinking, sending me a bunch of mortal medical supplies, but oh look at it coming in handy now."
T, we could really use that. Like a lot.
He groans.
His family was legit going to kill him one day.
"Can we have it then? It's like useless to you and shit. None of that shit is going to help her."
"Is it useless to me?" Hades grins up at him, "I mean, I seem to be currently using it."
He sighs, "What ya want for us to have it?"
"Are you asking me to-" Hades presses a hand to his chest in mock offense, "barter for the supplies that have brought my daughter to me in her time of need?"
"Yes."
"This box?" Hades points at it.
He narrows his eyes, "Is there another box?"
"That I'm currently using to learn how to help my daughter, who is grateful for my help," Hades grins, "did you hear that part? Grateful."
Aww, he's so proud of himself.
That's what you think that is?
It's how I'm choosing to take it, yes.
He sighs, "I'm dense, not deaf."
"Oh good, you can admit that."
He rolls his eyes, "But seriously, box please?"
Hades snorts before he pushes the box to him, "Yeah yeah, sure, take it."
He punches both arms in victory, only to let out a yelp. "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit." He groans as he slaps his hand over his shoulder.
"Shouldn't have dislocated your damn arm." Deez glares as she walks over, Gil a shadow behind her.
He turns to Deez and sticks out his tongue. "You'll be grateful in about ten minutes."
Deez rolls her eyes before she looks over her shoulder, "Go sit." She points at the couch
"Deez, you need to breathe. Everything's going to-" Gil eyes him and Hades, "What are you two doing?" He gestures between them, "What's this? I don't like it."
"Whaa?" Hades presses a hand to his chest, "I have gifted a box of mortal try-to-not-bleed to death supplies."
He nods, "So, let's not get that retracted please." He pleads.
"Yeah, for what though?" Gil glares at him.
"I-" Hades sighs, "I didn't know if there would be something useful in it. And then Firebug asked for it, and now you're being all moody. Not cool Lover Boy."
Gil narrows his eyes as he looks between the two of them.
"Gift-"
"Can you please go sit down," Deez begs, interrupting him before he can explain, "or put T's shoulder back where it belongs? I'd really like to get this over with."
Gil sighs as he purses his lip before his eyes settle on him.
"I know you hate this, but, she ain't wrong. The quicker we get this done the better everyone will feel." He turns to Hades, "You, get up and watch closely. None of us want this to happen more than once."
"Wait, you're, when did you take the hoodie-" Hades shakes his head, "No no, first question-"
"Oh my father. They dislocated T's shoulder to teach you how to fix me because I'm useless and stupid can we please just do this?"
"You're not-"
"That's not-"
"Wow guys. I'm a dick and that's not cool." Hades shakes his head.
"Shit starter." He mumbles. "Deez is so right, we should do this."
"Oh, yeah, go for it, teach me to fix the shoulder that didn't need to be damaged."
He glares at the god. "You'll appreciate the lesson."
"Will I?"
"He'd have to care about me for that to be a thing." Deez rolls her eyes.
"Ouch Kitten. Harsh." Hades frowns down at her as he stands, "I do care about you."
Gil glares at the god but doesn't say anything, "Just- watch. Please." He grits out.
"Oh, I like please." Hades nods as he bends at the waist, crowding them as he watches intensely.
"Seriously?" He groans before he blows out the air in his lungs.
Gil sighs as he walks over to him.
"Wait, seriously, I have to watch this through layers-" Hades grimaces, "And I mean layers of disgusting fabric? And that's going to teach me… How?"
He freezes.
His heart slams against his chest.
Bile rising up his throat.
He coils.
T.
He swallows at her plea.
Deez blinks before her eyes widen, "Done, done. Gil, just fix his damn shoulder, Let me try to get the cuff off" She starts pulling at the shirt covering her arm in the sling, "and then you can try to do mine."
"But-" Gil looks between the two of them.
He swallows as he looks between the three of them before his eyes settle on Hades. "Like, all of them, all of them?"
Hades's eyes narrow as he looks between Gil and his daughter, before his eyes land on him.
The yellow eyes blink.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
"Huh. I mean, I guess I could always just-" He reaches out and slides his long fingers under the layers of shirts to lightly poke and prod his shoulder, "Touch to learn."
A whoosh of relief leaves him, "That. I can do that. I want that one."
"Deal." Hades snorts.
"Deal! Deal! Deal all over the place, deal." He turns back to Gil, "Do it."
Gil looks between the three of them with a frown before his eyes land on Hades's hand. "Uh…" He sighs before he slips around him and takes a deep breath. "On the count of three."
He grits his teeth and nods.
Pain.
He could handle pain all day.
Could handle Hades's clawed hands over his shoulder.
Anything.
He could deal with anything that didn't involve taking off the rest of his shirts.
It was bad enough he'd lost his hoodie.
His armor.
The last thing he wanted was Gil and Deez's judgment.
See the look on their faces.
The concern.
The disgust.
The disappointment.
"One. Two-"
He grunts as Gil lifts his arm and pulls then pushes it back into socket with a crunch and pop.
Fucking Gil and Harry-
"Three!" He curses as his vision blurs. "Learn ta fuckin'-" He snarls-
Don't you fucking dare finish that T.
Fucking bite me!
"It hurts less when you're not expecting it." Gil shrugs.
"That felt intense." Hades pulls his hand away, "And gross."
"Know what to do?" Deez asks as she watches him slide his arm into the remnants of his hoodie to use as a sling.
All of them turn to the god curiously.
Please for the love of God-
"Yeah, I felt the way the bone moved." Hades grimaces.
He lets out another whoosh of relief. "Cool." He huffs.
"So cuff then Kitten?" Hades holds his hand out towards her as he resumes his seat.
Faustina sighs as he rolls his eyes.
And everyone thinks I'm a prick.
Well, those two things aren't mutually exclusive T.
Fuck. You.
Deez sighs as she nods, skirting around him and Gil to reach her father.
"Gil…" He breathes, "Maybe you-"
"Don't. Even." Gil glares at him.
"You both should leave." Deez glares back at them.
He closes his mouth before he eyes his abandoned messenger bag.
One left.
Seriously?
Do you want to deal with the fallout? Would you want Gil to watch you forced to do that? It's not like each of us hasn't all played round-robin of stupid. Just do it.
He swallows his groan as he slinks off.
"No way." Gil shakes his head. "I ain't-"
Deez takes a deep breath, "You don't need to see this if you think I can't handle having my shoulder reset."
"I ain't leaving you." He shakes his head as he crosses his arms stubbornly.
"Can you promise you won't freak out if this hurts? Or treat me differently after it's over?" Deez slowly shakes her head, "Can you promise this won't make things worse if I'm ever hurt again?"
Gil narrows his eyes, "Treasure, family don't leave family."
"I'm not asking you to leave me, I'm asking you to wait for me." Deez shakes her head, "Or look away."
"No," Gil shakes his head staunchly. "I don't want-"
"I'm begging you to not watch this."
"Deez-" Gil smacks his hand to his neck as his mouth drops and he turns to him in betrayal.
He crosses his arms, "One. Two."
"Fuck you," Gil groans as he slumps over onto the couch.
"Three." He clicks his tongue.
"Really?" Deez growls as she stares up at the ceiling, "You are just all about taking choice away."
"What!?" He shrugs, "I thought you didn't want him to watch."
"I don't. But I wanted him to listen to me."
"Have, you... Met him?"
"Get pissed." Hades taunts as he drums his hands against Deez's back, "Get pissed Kitten and then rip this cuff off like it's Firebug's head."
Deez takes a deep breath before she turns to her father, glares at him, and then slams her good hand on the cuff, her fingers curling around it as she tries to rip it free.
He grimaces before he looks away.
She is so pissed if she was able to swallow that scream.
You're not even going to own your part in this, are you?
I thought you were my protector?
He grimaces as he turns and lets his head hit the wall.
I hate you.
I can live with that.
He groans, his mouth dry as he looks around in confusion.
What the hell?
This was an unpleasantly familiar situation.
What was going on?
He blinks away the edges of blurriness in his vision.
Where-
"Yo."
His brows knit together, "T?"
"Last I checked."
He glares. "Not funny," he moves to get up before he finds Deez curled up on his lap.
"What the-"
"Uma and Harry." T interrupts him, "We got medical supplies. We should head out and like... " He pauses, "Find them." He finishes tightly as he looks away.
He nods as he collects Deez to his chest and moves to stand.
That made sense.
They still had to find the rest of their family.
It was time to leave-
He glares as he looks around.
The temple?
Memories slam into him like the old bat's car.
"T!" He growls.
T grimaces as he looks away helplessly.
As if he'd been hoping he wouldn't remember.
"Teeee." He glares
Deez whimpers before she mumbles softly as she shifts, wrapping both arms around his to snuggle against him.
Both arms.
Her shoulder was fixed.
She was moving around without grimacing or crying out, or worse, biting her lips against the sounds of pain.
He lets out a sigh of relief.
He takes a deep breath as he maneuvers her to a better position before he stands. "We're talkin-" He pauses, looking away from the hoodie-less boy as guilt floods him.
Maybe he shouldn't have yanked on the hood so hard.
"We're leaving," He sighs, "Can you handle the box?"
T slowly nods. "Kay?" He looks him over carefully.
"We'll stop to get you a hoodie, but you need sleep."
He's surprised when T shuts his mouth and nods, "Kay."
Like he was convinced it was a trap.
He sighs, deciding it was best to not correct him.
Anyone else excited for them to get back to the others?
It's been a long couple of days for all of them.
And sure D and Gil have gotten bits of sleep, but by no means are they okay.
Speaking of okay-
Deez so wasn't in this chapter.
Can you blame her?
Gil and T can be such thoughtless protective idiots.
But can you imagine Senior trying to figure out how to reset a shoulder without getting frustrated?
Deez probably would've had her arm straight ripped off her.
Which let's be honest- Was Faustina's off-screen concern. Which was what spurred T to offer his 'assistance' in the first place…
Back to Deez tho- Ugh. This whole chap was a fucking nightmare for her.
Poor thing.
How frustrating it had to be for her to not only have to deal with her dad being a dick, but also for your fam to not trust you?
Oof.
No wonder she was reduced to tears.
*Shakes head* Seriously T an' Gil are fuckin' idiots.
So, them medical supplies…
Sick joke right?
Why the fuck would Zuess send him mortal medicine?
Any theories? (- If you were ever going to answer a question, this one. We want your thoughts on this one.)
Speaking of thoughts-
Faustina.
What did you guys think of her contributions?
Anything like what you were expecting?
She's certainly more assertive when it's just T who can hear her, isn't she?
Any of you see that coming?
How do you think D and Gil would feel if they found it was Faustina's idea to drug the big guy?
Sorry these last two aren't as funny as the first seven. Can't always be on and shit. They were written the other day, and I'm in a mood tonight. Luckily I'm only doing three of these tonight. Maybe the next time I sit down I'll be more engaging.
Maybe.
I hope.
The dream, anyway.
Anyways, excited to hear your thoughts! (Ya know, like six months from now when I've forgotten all 'bout this chapter an' the questions I've asked in it.)
Much love and appreciation
-Twisted