(My job description was apparently 'Stand-in parent+teacher, and often forgotten and ignored x'D)

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Uhhh, one of it's lies," Glory said, though somewhat unconvincingly. One of its lies being... all of its lies. "You can... eat with your feet?" She asked slowly. "Aside from the fact that that's kinda gross, I'm almost impressed." She didn't really want to ask how one found out, or learned how, they could eat with their feet. Glory was pretty sure she was flexible enough to, but definitely wasn't brave enough to try. "So, what did the cat actually do to you that was so terrible?" She asked. She figured he was the one who named the cat, especially since its name was German. "Mmm, no, more like the teddy bear of a messed up child," She mused. It wasn't the bear's fault if a demented toddler tried to use it like a voodoo doll, was it? Methinks not. "They come about as naturally as shitting on a shingle," She said, grinning," No emphasis on anything, thankyou." What that meant, she didn't know. What she DID know was that is was funny to say. Ayup, just shittin' on a shingle. "As opposed to ink and paper, and also everything you listed - exept your fist to your face. I've also been known to use my boot to your crotch, your face to the floor, my foot to your ass..." She trailed off, realizing how bad some of those may sound. Which they were, honestly. No point in trying to polish a turd. "Ayuh, but it only sounds good it you're crazier than a rat in a backed-up shithouse. In which case, it sounds great coming from you," She teased, grinning slyly. "It does sort of matter- if your ass catches fire, are you gonna look for a bucket of water or a fistful of ice cubes?" She countered. Hopefully neither of them ever had to make that choice. Though Leo'd probably already been there, done that. "Not likely," She said, "I've done this before." And gotten brain freeze before. "No no, you're right. I think 3am is about time to sleep," Glory said. She was just guessing at the time, and didn't really care how far off she was. All she needed to know was that it was still dark. She sat up as he downed the rest of his drink and asked amusedly,"If that's how you do it, why are you suffering?" She polished off the rest of her own shake, trying not no let it touch the roof of her mouth, but it turned out to be harder than she thought. She took both the glasses and set them on her desk, then kicked off her boots. Her socks were pastel yellow with light blue penguins on them, and she'd sort of forgotten about them until now. Jaws had been so rudely awoken earlier and hopped off her shoulder, and was now on the floor looking up at her. She laid down on her side with Jaws between her and Leo, and pulled Jaws up against her. She kissed the top of his little head, and he seemed much happier now, hopefully he'd forgiven her for her inconsiderate actions earlier.

(yeah of course c: now you got me curious lol)

(My job description probably went along the lines of: do all the cool activities when you were old enough just to have your younger siblings do them 6 years younger than you are and ruin all the fun, have your parents believe you're 23 when you are only 13, and have your younger siblings get everything amazing because they're spoiled and liked more. Story of my life. My mother does favorite my younger brother, and I freaking swear, he has gotten 10 new pairs of shoes within the last couple months, all of which are 2-4 sizes too big for him because he's a skinny stick and hates eating anything but wants everyone to think he's tall for his age. A couple years ago I asked for a new pair of riding boots because mine were LITERALLY falling apart and a year later I ended up buying my own. To add onto my pain, my best friend is the youngest sibling in her family, so when I go to spill my troubles on her- she never understands because she is the youngest -sobs-. Anyway, now that I'm Done venting, on with the rp!))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Sound more confident and maybe I'll think about believing you " Leo answered, not missing a heartbeat. As she slowly asked the question, he slowly nodded. "You should be impressed. Do you know how flipping hard it is to get something that is 6 and a half feet away to bend all the way in half? In any case, believe me, it is NOT a skill I ever would've learned unless put in the very specific situation I had been in. And it is very useless. To this day, I much much much prefer using my hands." He explained with a grin. It had been painful trying to figure out how to twist and bend to make that work. Pain. Full. Full of pain. "He just HATED me. Always scratching and clawing for no reason, I swear he tried to get me in trouble, and stealing any Inkling of liking or sympathy my father ever mightve felt for me." Leo huffed. "All probable cause for me to laugh when he died." He added. "So different. But yes, I suppose so. A very extremely messed up child that likes blood, torture, and broken bones." He mused, scowling slightly. "Most people just get bad hands in life, but I got a whole cursed deck." He grumbled. He didn't even have enough years in his life to have enough terrible things happen. Especially in his adult years. He could only almost die so many times in a day. "Of course, as opposed to so many things. How terribly wrong I was." He scoffed sarcastically, then paused as she continued. "Mmmmmmaaaaaaybe start using a different word instead of 'your' and in 'mine' as in excruciating pain that I would not like to think about thankyouverymuch as in you do realize you're not describing ways to grind information into someone and now just describing ways to cause agony?" He asked, pretty much requesting she didn't personalize those to him. "Reverse insult taken with love and thanks." He grinned. "And I would look for water. Ice is too harsh. It'll hurt your burn just as much." Sighing as he realize he yet again admitted she was right, he decided to just not say the words aloud and instead pretend never to do it again. "3 am is a good time to sleep. Do not wake me up at 6 am." He grunted with a snort on the side, then glared playfully at her. "The challenge was to down the whole drink without a brainfreeze. I did that. Using that wording- that IS how you do it. The other suffering doesn't matter." He pointed out. As he was in the middle of thinking up more clever things to say, he noticed her taking her boots off- and his mind got blown. His eyes widened so much he felt like his eyeballs were going to pop out of their sockets, his jaw just bout hit the floor, and since he didn't know whether to wheeze in shock or guffaw his head off he did a mixture of both and ended up sounding like a shocked dying cow. "What the holy mother of Moses are THOSE" He exclaimed, blinking. "Ww- were you wearing those while fighting!? Interrogating the corrupted?! Kicking ass!?! Because if I WAS THE CORRUPTED and I was getting my BUTT KICKED and I saw THAT- I would DIE OF LAUGHTER before you could have a chance to kill me!" Leo barked a laugh. Bright yellow socks with light blue penguins on an insane mass murderer of Corrupted monsters. Of course. What could wrap up her deathly image? Those socks. Perfect seal. That was like him wearing his Hawaiian swimsuit......... but just the shorts, and on top having all his battle gear on complete with a mase and some scary looking weapons. It just defeated the purpose. After his brain was done exploding, he turned his attention back to Mori, who had hopped off his chest and cuddled against his side, near Jaws. She was now purring at full volume again. Like white noise. With the sound and the drowsiness and the wound and the lethargic feeling, Leo didn't fall asleep- you couldn't call it that. He dropped into unconsciousness.

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(I would've added in the next chunk I have planned, but since I'm on HEE time.. it's 1 am here *internally diez as I'm used to going to bed at 11* so I decided to pass out. Sorry if there were grammatical errors towards the end- I went a bit cross-eyed. Struggled to finish this. Enjoy lol)

(That's so true lol. The youngest is always the favorite, but by then parents don't want to do any parenting. And I think I've bought my last 3 or so pairs of boots, while my gramma buys a ton of stuff for Chunk- my little sister :'3)

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Think about believing me and I'll sound my confident," Glory retorted. "Whaaat? No, I'd've thought you liked using your feet!" She said sarcastically, trying to maintain a somewhat straight face and failing. "Okay, fair, BUT... did you ever do something to make him hate you? Pull his tail, perhaps?" She countered. He didn't seem like he woule - now, but maybe as a kid he gave the cat reason to hate him. Ooooor it was just evil. "There, see? Not the bear's fault," She said. "A whole cursed deck?" She asked, with a slightly coy smile. "Gotta think outside the box more," She said, grinning, then frowned slightly. "I refuse the change 'mine' and 'your', they work perfectly fine. And yes, I do realize that. That's how I teach," And why I'm not a teacher, Glory thought. "If you whack someone for being stupid, eventually you'll get lucky and knock some sense into them." She was mainly referencing beating Corrupted for merely existing, but it was a damn good thing she wasn't a teacher. 20 go in, one comes out. Ready... FIGHT! That was her method of 'educating'. "Good, because that's how I usually intend them to be taken," She said. That was true; any insults -reverse or otherwise- were meant only with affection. "Oh, what was that?" She asked with a teasing smirk, "Did you just agree with me?" Right yet again. It certainly didn't help her ego. Trying to freeze a burn was a TERRIBLE idea, and only resulted in worse blisters. "Ehhh... I can't guarantee I'll be able to sleep past 6, but I'll try not to wake you," She said. It didn't matter how late she stayed up- Glory could never sleep in much past 7am. The latest she could recall ever waking up was about 7:15. "They're penguins," She said evenly, scowling at him for making fun of her socks. "Well ya didn't see me change my socks, didja?" She huffed. "Why would I take my shoes off if I was in the middle of an ass-kicking? Unless I was losing and they thought 'hmm, why don't we tickle her fucking feet', nobody will ever know I'm wearing penguin socks. Besides, if dumb shit like this brings me the smallest bit of joy, let me have it, for god's sake. YOUR life may lack whimsy, but that doesn't mean mine has to." She mayyy have been a little - or a lot - too harsh, but nobody, NOBODY, makes fun of Glory's penguin socks. And... Leo may have been a little bit right about being grumpy from a lack of sleep. BUT, if they brought a little smile to her face every time she saw them, damn right she was gonna wear 'em. She was just about to fall asleep when something scratched on the door, then meowed. And meowed. Meowed some more. With a small groan, Glory got up, opened the door, and in strutted a fluffy black cat with golden eyes. "Hey, Ma-fatso," she said somewhat groggily. The cat meowed back, weaving in and out of her legs and headbutting her. The cat's name was Mephistopheles, aka Mephisto, or as Glory called him, Ma-fatso. He made his rounds every night, and it seemed he'd picked Glory's room tonight. He was generally a nice cat, only mean to kids with a dirtbag atiitude who were mean to M-fatso. Glory figured he'd be cool with Leo, so long as he was nice to the cat. Glory padded back to her previous spot, and Ma-fatso didn't seem to mind Jaws or Mori, the former merely watched Ma-fatso as he strutted. The cat never walked, oh no, he seemed to hold himself in high regard, and made sure everone knew it. Glory lay back down in the exact same spot, though now the black fuzzball had wriggled under her arm and was rivalling Mori's purring with his own, though the dino was still louder. Jaws squeezed in with the cat, and almost got lost in his fur. After a moment of listening to Mori's and Ma-fatso's purring, Glory conked out.

(lmao no worries. You're in TX, right? Same time zone as my gramma lol.

Was gonna write more buuuut I don't feel like doing a 1300 word post just yet xD)

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(Yep. I can relate

About the words at the end of your post- I read the two letters TX, blinked, read them again, then just burst out laughing. You could NOT have been farther off xD. It's like you guessing Maine when I live in Washington. I actually live in MN, not TX, and the only reason for this is that I loathe heat. Anything about 70 and I am internally dying. This is why I absolutely love MN's chilly.. (40 degrees below zero chilly :D) winters. You must live on the west coast, right? Somewhere in there?)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"Sound confident and I'll think about believing you." Leo answered curtly, barely even able to remember what they were talking about at this point. "My sister did, so don't push it off as an option! She saw it as an enticing challenge to probe her flexible dexterity." He huffed, hopefully debunking her sarcastic words. "Of course not. No matter how much I dislike an animal, I would never be mean to them. I wasn't a monster as a kid." He sniffed, insulted that she would even suggest it. He was in a much better place as a kid, actually, as he hadn't been through so much trauma, and at the time he thought his father didn't like him because he wasn't good enough, so he'd always try harder. It wasn't till he was around 13 that he really realized no matter what he did it would never change. In any case, his earlier mindset was the reason he was stronger, faster, and smarter than most kids. He always gave 210 percent when there was only 100 to give, purely because he wanted his father to love him. "You talk all this smack about how compliments don't win you over then you just had to point out you were the one good card." He scoffed. "And yes, thank you for reminding me that my life doesn't completely suck. There are always two jokers in a deck- one being you and the other being my little animal friends." He finished with a faint smile as he pet Mori. The purring grew a little louder. "Don't you dare tell me to think outside the box after your million jokes about my lack of a brain." He commanded with a joking scowl. "You can only play one angle." He added with a sniff. "I'm pretty sure every saved soul out there is relieved that you aren't a teacher, then." Leo confirmed with a nod. He sure would be. Good thing he was too thick to be taught. "That eventually might take a while, make a lot of people angry, and may not succeed however much you whack. Logic would prefer different methods, as statistics show your method is much less effective, but I see that you may prefer brawn over brains." Half a second later, or less, a smirk grew on his face. "And that's why you're still hanging around me, eh?" He chuckled. If you can't beat them, join them. If he couldn't stop her from insulting his lack of braincells, he could jump right in. "Surprising, but okay." Almost none of the things Glory Said even remotely sounded like a reverse insult in any way shape or form, but he could decipher them. "You were right." He shrugged, although decided not to do it again as pain shot through his chest and shoulders. "No one can be wrong all the time. You got lucky, for once. Since no one can be right all the time, my amazingness has been reduced a little." He flashed a smile. "Depending on what you do, it'll be hard to wake me. Unless you come at me with a weapon, you could probably bring an elephant in here and I'll stay asleep. Unless, of course, I'm in my light resting mode, and in that case, the smell of the air can change and I'll wake up, nevermind sound." That was quite true, to be honest. He almost hoped that happened, as he didn't want to be conked out for ages while Glory actually got stuff done. As she started to tell him off for being mildly surprised at her extremely shocking footwear, his grin just grew wider and wider. "Obviously they're penguins- I'm not blind. Just didn't expect Corrupted torturer of the year to be wearing them." He teased. His grin flickered slightly at her jab at his rather depressing life, but he didn't let it waver again. "Hey, don't get me wrong, I think they're ADOOOOORABLE and I definitely want a matching pair." It was all he could do to restrain the laughter now. "Maybe add a couple pink cupcakes and a tiara and you'll be ready to go to a birthday party." His strangled choking laughs finally escaped. To be fair, he LOVED them- the PERFECT topping to her dark cake. And yes, if they made her happy, she could wear them on her hands and arms and legs for all he cared. As he started to hear meowing, he turned his head, but didn't get up, instead watching Glory do so. Unless Mori transitioned from purring to meowing, then a cat wanting to be let in. Sure enough, the latter came about as a furry strutting little animal sauntered it's way in. Mori opened one glowing yellow eye, narrowed it, then closed it again and nudged his hand. Leo resumed petting her, and she ramped up the purring at least 5 or so decibels, as if trying to completely drown out the cat. He held back a small chuckle and stared at the ceiling, trying not to go deaf as the lawnmower beside him droned on. As his eyes drifted shut, the purring seemed to dull, and he was unconscious within milliseconds.

He was obviously having a nightmare, but with intertwined memories, and it felt so REAL. Again, he was tied to a post, in the same concentration camp he had been at with his sister, except in her place- Glory. Already, he had a feeling of how this was going to end. Against his will, fear settled in far before it needed to as the sense of foreboding and suspense built up inside him. The same acts happened in this dream as in the memory, and he was preparing himself for her brutal death when .. nothing happened. He had slowed, and Glory was urging him to run faster. In shock, hope flared in his mind and he scrambled to keep up with a new light in his eyes. As they got farther and farther away, it grew. They made it to the river they needed to pass to be safe. As they got to the other side, it felt much more like a dream than a nightmare. He grabbed Glory's hands, grinning like there was no tomorrow, and started to exclaim how lucky they were when she just started screaming. Everything shattered in a split second as droplets of acid sprayed her and her skin melted off her bones. "Glory!" He screeched. So horrified he was frozen, he staggered backwards, letting go of her hands. She wailed for him to help, but it was all he could to do stand there and see her dissolve before his eyes. The acid even started eating at her bones. It took minutes. Minutes of her screaming bloody agony. He tried so hard to move, but he couldn't. Only when the acid stopped sizzling did he feel released, and as soon as he took a staggering step forward the same process repeated with him.

Leo woke up in a cold sweat, his heart beating so hard he could feel his veins pulsing in his neck. His fists were clenched so tightly that his nails had drawn blood from his palms, and he must've bitten his lip or tongue or cheek because the taste of blood was strong in his mouth. On top of it all, he was trembling. Just to make sure everything went wrong. How could he let himself be so naive? Things never ended well. Why couldn't he accept that? Unclenching his teeth, which seemed, and felt, fused together forever, he worked his jaw back and forth for a moment before looking out the window. Sun. Most likely 5:30, as it seemed like it had just come up. For some reason, it was hard to breathe again, and he realized why really quickly. "Shit pickles!" He yelped quietly, caught off guard. The massive raptor slept next to him like a puppy, almost crushing his arm, which he had absolutely no feeling in at the moment. Mori had grown.. overnight.. as tall as Leo and at least 12 feet long. Since she was sleeping soundly, he slowly reached over and lifted up her lip to reveal at least 4 inch long dagger like white fangs. "How the hell..." He mumbled, rubbing his face with his working hand. The other arm still refused to move.

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(Don't worry, I have the story for you! XD. You won't be getting another one like this out of me for a while)

(lmfao whoops. I think it's the name- Wild West always makes me think of 1800s Texas- 'There ain't room on this town for the both of us' cue dramatic gun fight at noon, then one of them rides off into the sunset xD Ayup, west coast indeed. I'm a California girl lol. NorCal. I'm about an hour's drive from the beach,yet we go maybe twice a year >>;)

Lieutenant Dwyer

"Considering my literal WELLS of confidence, you should be reveling the rare moment without much of it," Glory retorted. Ma-fatso probably got it from her, to be honest. "But why eating of all things? Why not, I dunno, paint with your feet?" She asked. Still seemed rather gross, and Glory'd eaten some weird things. Dirt among those things. The reddish brown stuff was the best. "'As a kid'... implying you are now?" She teased, grinning. Between the two of them, Glory was 98% sure she was worse one. She was very rarely happier than when she heard the wonderful snap of a Corrupted's neck, felt the body go limp in her grasp. "Hey, in my defense, most compliments are born from lies, and usually only when someone wants something. I was just pointing out a fact," She said. "So, I'm on par with a dinosaur?" She teased, though it didn't bother her one bit. Glory tended to prefer the company of animals over people, and most people preferred a rabid dog over her, so she'd take being equal to Mori gladly. "Aww, but where's the fun in that?" She half whined. "Who says? I play chess my myself." She only really learned to play chess after she stopped stealing all the horses as a child. Aside from not knowing how to play, she made chess hard since all the knights were always missing. "Probably, though they'll still be suffering as long as I roam freely," She said. Unfortunately true. If she didn't get the heroic death she wanted, she'd probably wind up in the funny farm, the last threads of her sanity slowly deteriorating. "Less effective, perhaps, but it's soooo much more fun!" She said. "Ummm.... maybe?" Though personality was far more important to her; she loved that he could match her twisted goofiness so well. "I know- keep you on your toes," Glory said, grinning. That was her reasoning for being utterly confusing at times. "You'd better not be saying I'm wrong most of the time," She huffed infignantly. She wasn't going to argue with 'his amazingness', though; she'd insulted him enough already. For now. "Hmm, then maybe I should be more worried about you waking me; if someone goes from asleep-breathing to awake-breathing in the same room, I'm up and ready to whack," She said. She was generally a very light sleeper, which didn't help with her already poor sleep. "First of all, you did say you were slightly visually impaired," She said, "Second, thank you." Maybe not Corrupted torture of the year, it was just a hobby. Maybe Corrupted torture of the month. "I hope you're not being sarcastic," She grumbled, though she was pretty sure he was. "Oooh, them's is fightin' words. You're lucky I like you," She said, scowling. If he was quite literally anyone else, she'd've rearranged his limbs already. If he was going to tease her about her penguin socks, then she sure as hell wouldn't show him her pajamas, which were black with silver ghosts. She had the perfect mix of spooky and whimsical going on, yet nobody ever saw it except her. Ma-Fatso was very nice in terms of soothing her mild annoyance. After a few seconds she fell asleep, if one could call it that. It was more like a light imitation of sleep, sort of a trance, filled with incoherent dreams.

It started off okay- she was at her childhood home in Aberdeen, with both her parents and her mother's clydesdales alive and well. Glory had a distinct sinking feeling that it wouldn't stay that way, however, and she was right. Soon the dream changed from one of her few happy memories to the one when Dougal and Eilidh were sold. A man came by on a horse and ponied the Clydes away, and Glory never saw them again. It wasn't until years later that she learned they'd been sent to Crow's Landing as Crow's Bait. A slaughterhouse. Her mind unmercifully provided memories of the one and only time she'd visited the place, in hopes that it'd been shut down, but nope. She saw men sitting with their lunches open on the carcasses of horses as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Glory always believed the death of a horse was special; you tip your hat, you think about it for a while. Not them, apparently. They killed horses much the same way she did Corrupted, though the horses hadn't done anything wrong. Then there was one of the visits to her bitchy aunt's house, when Glory'd gotten into an arguement about something with the older woman. She couldn't remember what it was about, only one particular part. "Diamonds are formed under high pressure," Her aunt had spat. If looks could kill, that woman would be in prison. "Weel, breid dough only rises when ye let it rest," She retorted, and earned herself a good slap across the face from the incredibly short-tempered old bat. Then she told her brother that Glory needed to be 'better disciplined', blah bah blah, don't let her get away with that, yada yada. Then her brain switched gears again, now to something still bearable, though not pleasant. The poor sap who'd tried to mug her. It wasn't what he did that bothered her, it was how she chose to handle it. She crushed his skull with the heel of her boot, and it took several strikes to finally finish him off. The first one broke his nose and jaw. Second fractured his skull, and his body convulsed violently. Third one splattered his brains across the cobblestones, and blood, bone fragments, and chunks of brain matter coated her boots.

She was mercifully roused by Leo's exclamation before her mind could do that for her with the worse memories, the ones she kept in a locked box under a vat of acid. "Whose shittin wha' now?" She mumbled drowsily, not fully noticing Mori's new size. Then Ma-fatso was puffed up to about 3 times his size and hissing at something, and Glory woke up fully. She just stared at the dino for a solid minute before asking,"How'd she git so damn big?" Somehow she was utterly humungous now, and Ma-fatso wasn't too pleased.

(Umm lets just pretend that Flash was on a 1 month mission to explain my complete and utter forgetting about this RP)

Flash Wallis

Flash had been looking for his friends for hours before eventually stumbling into them. 'Hey guys! I'm back from my mission. Now how about a drink and a fish fight?' Flash said, at machine gun speed.

(Sorry again guys i have no idea whats happening in this RP lol)

(Welcome back! At the moment it is 5:45 am and both Leo and Glory are asleep. Or was, anyway lol)

(Yeah, that sounds about right lol

My dad would disown me if I went to California xD. I'm actually going to see the ocean for the first time this December, as I'm traveling to Florida for a dog show.))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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"You didn't sound confident when you said it." Leo replied, resisting a smile. "I was forced to! When the Corrupted decided to torture me by giving me food and not untying my hands, I decided to take matters into my own feet." He huffed with a crooked smile. "But I probably could paint, too. Just haven't.. tried. Yet." He added the last word with a grin. "As a kid, I was much, much, MUCH more innocent. I never would've found mutilating a Corrupted fun." He explained, a slight shadow flitting over his eyes. Showing the darkness that proved he had fallen so far. From an innocent kid that only wanted the love of their father to someone who hid their true selves from the person they cared about the most. He didn't even know who he really was. He could pretend to be the jovial German speaking clown with irregular red hair and bright golden eyes, but was that really who he was? Or was he the rugged scarred ghost of the man he once was, hair matted from weeks of neglect, ribs jutting out his sides, blood stained skin, haunted darkened eyes, and a gaunt look infested with the dark insane look of a murderer. He had known that soulless part of him, and it terrified him to ever think of letting that monster out again. Driven to do anything to get the agony to end, even though he knew it never would. Was everything a facade? How corrupted was his own heart? Did he really deserve to be punishing the Corrupted, or should he be killing himself?

The haunting thoughts disappeared as quickly as the shadow that had made his golden eyes look like hollow sockets of pain. Looking from the outside in, he knew no one could be as happy as he was on the outside.. most of the time .. with everything he had gone through. He just wondered how much of him he had lost. In any case, he cleared his troubled mind, focusing on Glory. Something good. Someone who understood... at least what she thought she knew. "How many times do I have to tell you? I don't lie- to you- and when I want something, I ask outright. Much faster that way. Plus I'm smart enough to know that compliments to you wouldn't get me anything more than a foot to the jaw." He snorted. "You took that wrong. You are the much more important joker. Sorry Mori, much Glory rates slightly higher on the list of priorities." As if the still little Dino understood, she let out a low growl and wiggled away from him. Chuckling, Leo shook his head. She would get over it. He zoned out for a couuuple seconds, staring at Mori with an amused smile. He genuinely cared about any and all of the small animals he created, especially her- Jaws didn't seem to like him very much, and Axl was ..

Something else. At least Mori didn't seem to be able to make sense of his thoughts yet. "MUCH less effective." He reiterated, then wished she hadn't taken it seriously. Ouch? Was he supposed to be offended? He didn't know anymore. For all he knew, her jokes weren't all that joking and she really did think he was an idiot. Which was offensive. He understood that he didn't give too much evidence that would suggest otherwise, but he had thought up some spectacular plots. "Totally not saying that. Never would." He flashed his charming smile, though tinted it with a slightly sarcastic and evil look in his eyes. "Just don't whack me- please?" He inquired with a small smile. Not that asking nicely would help with her. "I said slightly. Not completely and totally blind." He scoffed. "And you're welcome." He added, then offered a far too innocent smile. "Never." He said sweetly, then let his face grow more stoic. "No, but really, I do like them." Leo tried to leave any hint of teasing sarcasm out of his voice. It worked, for once, and he sounded genuine. Mostly. Enough, anyway. "I am quite lucky." He confirmed with a nod. That was obvious. He was grateful he was still intact.

"I said shit pickles." Leo answered with a slight groan of pain as he unclenched his fists, wincing. He slowly, painfully pushed himself farther upright, his eyes glazed over from drowsy pain. "I have no idea." He mumbled. He was in much pain and too confused to answer that. Mori seemed to feel that, and her gaze grew concerned as she wiggled even closer to him, setting her giant head down on his chest and staring at him. As she yawned, he saw even more rows and rows of razor sharp teeth. She then let out a low squeaking sound, almost just as adorable as the night before. "Uruhhhmmphhh." He grimaced, practically falling back down as he still tried to calm himself. His heart was beating irregularily, he was still overly sweaty, and his hands were bleeding from his nails. So, yes, he needed to take a couple not too deep breaths.