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Leo's sentence made such little sense, Glory couldn't help but turn her head and look at him sideways, giving him the most "what the fuck" look possible. "And what's THAT even supposed to mean?" She asked. Feet on the end of my legs made sense. Footlike appendages on my leg stumps made sense. But feet on my feet made none. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Goose egg. Feet on my feet, fuckin-A, got us a philosopher right here! Imagine that, feet on my goddamn feet! What's he gonna say next, hands on my hands? Yeah, made sense.

"Mm. Smart move," Glory said, then something else caught her eye. "Ooh, hello. Forgot you were in there," She murmured, fishing out yet another bottle. Though, unlike some of the others, this one was probably the safest. Purple passionflower tablets, also known as 'maypop'. Works great for insomnia and anxiety. Also helps regulate blood pressure and calm muscle spasms. 400mgs of this shit's way better than the name-brand chemicals, given the lack of horrible side effects.

"Here, try this. Probably take two," Glory said, taking some for herself before tossing Leo the bottle. She was the sort to just dry swallow pretty much any pill, which was exactly what she did now. Why the fuck not? Not like anyone every choked like that or anything.

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"So feet on feet is actually shoes on feet... hands on hands is gloves... then... what do you call pants? Ass on ass? And shirts- tits on tits?" Glory asked. Yeah, maybe his logic wasn't the best. But, y'know, tits on tits was funny to say, so perhaps his logic wasn't all bad.

"Yeah, more drugs," She confirmed with a chuckle. That was almost always the answer- how much do you have? More than you. How much arsenic should you give the Corrupted? More. What should I give an annoying idiot who won't leave me alone? MORE DRUGS. Always worked.

Glory had just enough time to put the bottle away and close the drawer before Lucy grabbed her sleeve and started pulling her toward the bed, which was now apparently Lucy's bed and the dog was ready to sleep. Amazing. Da missile is eepy.

"Okay, yes, thank you," Glory huffed as the dog finally let go, jumping and taking her spot RIGHT SMACK in the MIDDLE of the bed and looking at Glory expectingly. The cat just glared from his spot at the foot of the bed, but wasn't giving up his place. Laying down, Glory grabbed Lucy and pulled her closer, holding the dog like she was a cute little hostage. "No causing problems, okay?" She told Lucy, who just stared blankly at her, the least intelligent thing Glory'd seen from the dog all day.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo pinched the bridge of his nose and unconvincingly coughed to cover up a laugh. "I apologize for everything!" He yelped dramatically, shaking his head. "Is that the first thing you think of when you think of pants and shirts? Yeesh, for one. For two, it could be- like- legs on legs- and torso on torso. I was referring mainly to accessories, however, not main clothing." He grinned, not being able to bite it back any longer. That was probably the biggest difference in how their minds thought. Then again, the first thing that always came to his mind was admittedly dirty whenever the option arose, but he had trained himself to ignore that and come up with helpful thoughts. She had not.

"Who doesn't love more drugs." He said drily. (I swear, I was, like, 6 years old, and I had a cold, and my parents gave me Ibuprofen- ya know, normal stuff, right? Well for the next week, including at church, I announced to everyone that my parents were feeding me drugs and that I liked the way it made me feel xD)

He let out a low chuckle as Lucy grabbed Glory's sleeve and ruthlessly dragged her to the bed. "Oh, so she does get tired." He grinned. Full of enough energy to top Chernobyl one moment and demanding that everyone around her including herself sleep the next.

He stifled a snort as Lucy hoped right in the middle of the damn bed, sprawling out with a content look, then giving Glory a stare like Lucy expected her to contort herself into the sliver of bed left on one side. "Come on Glory, just be human orgami." He used her words against her with a smug smirk, debating something for a second before deciding not to launch his crocs at the wall to see how close he could get to his target. He chuckled again at Lucy's blank look when Glory spoke, taking that to mean the dog would cause as much trouble as possible but didn't want to admit it.

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"Well what'd you expect of me?" Glory huffed. "Besides, pants could've been FAR worse, and I wouldn't really call shoes accessories." Ayup, that would be the preteen boys' doing. And the monkey mechanics, but lesser. Glory was just kinda messed up like that.

"The people who started the D.A.R.E. program," She retorted, equally as drily.

(Oh god that'd totally be me xD)

"Apparently so," Glory said. God dang this doggy. She was difficult, much like Glory. And given the fact she was probably about 40, possibly 50 pounds, she wasn't too tiny. Despite Glory's bed being queen sized - for the sole purpose that she could lie horizontally for whatever reason - Lucy still took up quite a bit of room. As much as she could, it seemed.

"Oh shut it," Glory huffed, scowling at Leo. The easier solution was to just hold the dog like a big-ass teddy bear, as Glory was. Much easier.

She yawned before saying, "Okay, third order of business, do you consider yourself on par with or below Lucy?" Technically, the question was more along the lines of "wanna sleep on the bed or shun yourself to anywhere else?" but that wasn't really important.

(sorry it's a bit shorter, playing fortnite with Myth xD)

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo groaned dramatically at her words. "Okay okay, you have a point. Pants could've been FAAAAR worse and shoes aren't the main part of clothing. If a normal person sees another normal person without shoes, it's fine. Without a shirt, it's not fine. Without pants, not fine. Without gloves, fine. I meant just the two base articles of clothing needed to go out in public. You may get looked at weird if you saunter around barefoot, but no one is going to be freaking out." He rolled his eyes, defending his point the best he could.

".... you have a point." He mused, making a face. "However, I bet 100 bucks that they use melatonin to get to sleep." He added with a grin. Tylenol could be considered a drug, so if they were ever sick, they were still failing.

He barked out a laugh as she scowled at him, looking mighty pleased with himself. "What, you don't like your own words being used against you?" He teased, smirking. Triumphantly. It was a miracle he wasn't dead, but then again, it was a miracle they found each other. Two souls that could Match and understand each other while still managing to be completely different people. It was amazing. And to think, they had Been in the same place for YEARS and never cared till Flash decided to be lazy and not show up to a meeting. Leo internally Thanked Flash for that.

It took half a second to figure out what the heck she meant - honestly, knowing her, she could've been asking about anything. However, he did figure it out pretty quickly. (I would've never figured that out had you have not clarified xD) "Talk about sacrifice. Even entertaining the idea that I may be, as you say, on par with Lucy, is brave. Let me point out, she's already squishing you. I don't think she needs help." He snorted in amusement.

done :3

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"Also... very true. What the actual fuck is WRONG with people that saunter around half naked and think it looks good!?!" He shook his head. That would never make sense to him, no matter what argument you put up. Although he understood the very base of that part of it- years ago, girls did have a very strict dress code, at, say, camps, while the boys were allowed to saunter around shirtless, and that wasn't right. So, naturally, they just got rid of clothes entirely and said that'd fix the problem. WHY NOT. Honestly, it was scarier to be around teens these days than to be tortured. He would know. He had experienced both. It's like people are trying to one up each other in stupidness and they're all winning. There is proof global warning is happening - look at women's swimsuits. If he didn't look twice, there were some teens that he couldn't even see the actual clothing on, and it was fucking disturbing.

"Still a drug." He stated cheerfully. Nothing like a good day of accusing people that they all did drugs.

"I shan't let you ridicule me without any backlash." He scoffed. No way was he going to stand here and take abuse. He could hand out some of his own, thank you very much.

Leo arched an eyebrow at her words. "I can be soft and cuddly, just not like a cat!" He huffed. "And I've never appreciated helping with the squishing of both a dog and the one person that doesn't always want to kill me." He rolled his eyes. Or, at least... didn't act on that one to kill him. Yeah, that was probably more accurate.

His resolve dissolved in about 0.0001 seconds at her commanding gesture- yeah, no, he had no strength whatsoever, and lacked all dignity. Pfft. He didn't care. He stalked over to the bed and spent a second scritchety scratcheting Lucy behind her ears before flopping down on the sliver of bed that was left, guessing that he'd most likely fall off, but pfft, details details. He could feel the sedative setting in, as his mind was growing slightly hazy. Nothing bad, but it was nudging him closer towards actually falling asleep.

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"A lot," Glory snorted, "though I blame the parents for allowing it." Honestly, a ton of problems stem from sub-par parents. Glory'd heard somewhere that "They were the 'fuck around' generation, we're the 'find out' generation", and it was too goddamn true. You could either fuck up literally everything or have kids, but you couldn't do both and wonder why your kids were depressed when they inherited a world in ruins. So basically, keep your sons outta jail and your daughters off the pole and everything will be okay-ish.

"Eh, true, but then you're calling old folks on blood thinners and shit drug addicts," Glory countered. Yeah, that was it, once you hit a certain age you just had an insatiable need to consume at least 8 different medications every morning and possibly evening.

"Well would you look at that, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions!" Glory said utterly sarcastically. Even though the statement was rather true.

"Dog don't mind and I ain't in a killing mood," She retorted, though part of it may be the sedatives making her a bit more docile and less murdery. Oh well.

Glory couldn't help but smile as he gave in, and Lucy broke free of her grasp to lay next to Leo with her head on his chest.

"Traitor," Glory grumbled, but Ma-Fatso apparently took that as an invitation. He took up his usual nightly residence on Glory's chest, leaving a very unaware Jaws at the foot of the bed. Mephisto immediately started purring, and quite loudly. He sounded like a little lawnmower. A lawnmeower.