*disassembles old, complex analog clock into tiny pieces*
*lays it all out on table*
“Fix it. You did the crime you gotta do the time”
(Edit: Will work for all siblings except Virgil)
If I were the eldest packing munchies for my bros heading off to school
*tucks a note into lunchbox*
On one side it says “Have a great day!”
On the otherside a food pun of choice with a cute cartoon:
You’re one in a melon
You make miso happy
Spread hap-pea-ness
Orange you awesome!
Keep bean a-maize-ing
You maki me proud.
Donut know what I’d do without you
::sneaks up behind and grabs giving messed up hair noogie::
“You are welcome any time to pack munchies for everyone.”
::reaches over and steals nearest munchie grinning because his little bro is just the cutest - and needs to pay for that::
::eyes the clock in pieces and sobers suddenly, caught between the urge to immediately put it all back together and the fun that will involve, and one very, very important question::
“Hey, Fish, whose clock was that?”
‘Hey Virgil, Gordo- is that’s Grandma’s old antique clock?’
After 42 hours awake (it was a rescue give me a break) I had a dream that my doggo Skipper and I were spies on a mission to discover a smuggling ring intent on bringing camembert into the states.
We found them because Skip and I are the best at discovering things, but then we partied with them instead of turning them in.
So there I was with crackers and camembert, and I’d run out of one and need to get more of the other. And then I’d have an excess of the other thing and need to even it out again, but I never did.
And you know… now that I think about it the smugglers might have been the fae. Because that’s definitely how’d you’d trap me in a fairy circle and hold me for eternity. Via cheese.
Doesn’t even need to be the fancy kind
I can vouch for that ♂️
*wipes away a proud tear* I’ve finally brought one of you up well enough that the Fae want you.
