#snippet asks

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For the snippet ask game!

✨ share a snippet featuring night time

😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

Hey there, thanks for the ask! <333

✨ share a snippet featuring night time

— from No Good Choices

“Shari, why does Dad leave us every Solstice?”

A starlit night. Trickling water flowed not far from Charimone’s feet, the grass lush with dewdrops.

Her sister wove her crimson hair into intricate braids. “That’s like asking why the stars shine, they just do.”

Charimone frowned. “Have you tried asking him? He ignores me when I ask.”

She could feel a stall in her older sister’s fingers, a slight tug before continuing. “There was once this girl named Ellaifra, as beautiful as she was fair. Any time she found an injured bird, she’d take it in and keep it in a sanctuary. Many people adored her for her heart, and her kindness.

“But one day,” She wrapped a string of pastel blue ribbon around the braid’s end, starting another. “A man arrived to the house to claim a debt she owed. He gave her a choice, lose the house to him or take his hand and get rid of the birds.”

“Why couldn’t she stay with her family?” Charimone asked, admiring the first of the braids.

“In life we all have choices to make, deals to fulfill. Sometimes there are no good choices.”

“Dad should pick better then.”

Sharigan laughed at that, Charimone too.

Some say the stars sparkled brighter that night.

😭 share a snippet that will break our hearts

— from Between Sisters, An Eulogy Bloodied

In this silence her shivering continued. Her breaths laboured, quick, louder with each exhale. A pain her close friend shared in witness.

[Petrius] yearned to hold her in her unconsciousness, thread a sturdy hand through her crimson hair and assure her the pain would cease. The light would arrive again, she’d open her eyes, and meet this future anew. They both would.

But in this bed rested not the girl he knew. His hands were not enough, her hands could hold him, now in a way one could grasp a pawn. The sight succumbed him yet he refused to look away.

His lady took on a shocking stature, matching the lady who lead the swans.

When she opened her eyes, what would he say? What could he? The words escaped his tongue, coalescing into a sinking pit within him, akin to the gap between him and his beloved friend.

“What do we tell them?” Asked a friend, a fellow witness to this song’s stagnation. Sinking into the air with the tang of a past they all aspired to bury.

He gave him an incisive look, his sharp features splashed with blood and grief. “Tell them we found the swans. It’s done.”

So marked the morning Claudia Emar reposed in sacrifice.

(The context is that she saved her town from being plagued by swans [and avenged her sister] but she can't come home 😭)

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👩‍💻 share a snippet that you worked on for a long time or struggled with

🧠 share a snippet where the character realizes something important

Palantine gave me some issues just because of the pacing I think. Largely because I think this is one of the only iterations right now in the War Au where they both do like one another, but they have issues saying it out loud or showing it?

“A peak would not be too poor, I suppose.” She whispered under her breath, setting the parcel down carefully at the closet door. Crouching down, she cleared her throat and gently pulled more on the already loosened tie.

The material crinkled and cracked under her touch but even then she was sure to be careful with such unwieldy things. Cinder with a focussed delicacy peeled back the fat of the covering, revealing the darkened background of a fine portrait.

“Oh, there she is.” Her hand froze, holding the peel of paper still but having revealed the top half of the painting within. Her heart thumped warm in her chest, like a kindling being given coal, as a warm sigh warped from her lips.

Cinder realizing she can’t come to hurt Winter again in Elemental 3

Ele 3, my beloved, my abhorrent. Definitely the more experimental of the Elementals but hey what can you do, Cinder realising she does really care for Winter and can’t hurt her when Krawd takes control of her and Weiss and Ruby in the background doing her best to keep her Schnee at bay.

The Schnee all the while cursed, throwing her eyes in Cinder’s direction as she hissed. “Why are you just standing there?” Her voice came through a mess of rampant breaths, “Stop me.” The swords creaked and groaned as the rubble began to crumble.

“I can’t.” Cinder quickly responded, stepping back again, looking around her quickly. “I can’t hurt you.” Realising in the small glance that they were now far closer to the temple’s steps than any of them had been as of yet, Cinder gulped down the thick spittle in her throat as the cracking of rubble ceased. Turning back with a readied weapon as she watched Winter stagger before her.

[solarishashernoseinabook]

gay 😐

[Image ID: Joo Dee from Avatar saying "there is no gay in solaris's TRR" /end]

Ask game! Send in a word and I'll let you know if it's in my WIP.

[sesshy380]

⭐🍇

The moment I saw these, I knew the exact two scenes from longfic I wanted to share.

⭐ share a snippet where a character is the best at something

Chapter 17 in the arcade where Kat (OC) decides to show off her Guitar Hero skills after a pair of jerks try to belittle her and Marik.

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“Hey lovebirds, take your sweet-talk somewhere else. You’re standing in front of our game ,” one of them said in a snobbish tone.

“ Your game? Sorry, I must have missed the plaque that said it belonged to you,” Kat commented sarcastically while looking towards the pair she deemed to be nothing more than jerks.

“Sweetheart, this game is for hardcore gamers only. Your wanna-be boy-toy doesn't fit that description,” he continued rudely.

Marik scowled bitterly and opened his mouth to say something in defense, but Kat pressed her hand against his chest to indicate that he should remain silent. “You know what, I changed my mind. I want to play this game,” she stated, acting smug.

The two guys laughed in mockery. “Oh please! A tiny girl like you ….playing a game like this !” the other choked out between fits of laughter.

Kat released Marik’s arm, picked up the controller, looked the laughing pair dead in the eye, then selected the ‘Expert’ difficulty. She then scrolled through the songs, stopping at one in particular while sporting a wicked grin.

“Oh look, she thinks she can play ‘Through the Fire and Flames’!” the first one continued to laugh. “Sweetheart, no one can beat that! There’s no way you’ll even stand a chance!”

Marik hadn’t heard of the song, but guessed based on their reaction that it wasn’t an easy one to play. He wondered if she had chosen the song as pure irony because of her status as a flame elemental. As soon as she selected ‘Start’, he quickly discovered there was more than irony in her song choice. As she hit the 100 note streak in the first ten seconds, he realized this song was pretty much one giant ‘Fuck You’ to the two jerks. Compared to the song that the group before them had played, this one was insanely fast paced, with continuous strings of notes flying down the screen. Not only had Kat started singing along with the lyrics (making Marik realize she knew this particular song pretty well), but she was barely looking at the screen. Instead her eyes were closed half the time as she fully got into the rhythm of the song, clearly enjoying herself. She acted as if she was holding an actual guitar in her hand, and not a controller.

He looked over to see the pair that had ridiculed them staring, their faces flushed in embarrassment and jaws nearly on the floor. He also noticed that people were stopping to watch, forming a small crowd. As soon as she finished with the song the words ‘ YOU ROCK! ’ surrounded in flames flashed across the screen, followed by a detailed list that showed she had scored 100% across the board. Kat calmly placed the controller back on its stand, looked the pair of jerks dead in the eye one last time, grinned devilishly, then held up both middle fingers while walking away backwards through the crowd. Marik couldn’t help but laugh at the sight and followed after her, not even bothering to look back to see everyone else’s reactions.

🍇 share a snippet with food(or the palpable lack of food)

Chapter 55. I have dubbed this chapter 'Burgers are Salad' for a reason. Also, to avoid confusion, Yamima is called Malik in longfic (since this is a heavy Marik and Malik chapter...and yes, I have to really pay attention when writing chapters with these two interacting). Additionally, in this AU, Malik existed during Atem's time (and is an elemental like Bakura and OC) and wasn't created by Marik (it's very convoluted and explained in story).

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“Did you seriously just order a bunch of pork dumplings and nothing else?” Marik asked in repulsion as he stared at the pile on Malik’s plate.

Malik narrowed his eyes and glared across the table at the young Tomb Keeper. “You don’t hear me complaining about what you chose to order.” He didn’t blink as he shoved an entire dumpling in his mouth.

Atem remained silent, content to stay out of the line of fire between the two as he ate his bowl of ramen.

“I grew up underground where meat was scarce. Even when it was available, everything had to be used immediately or it went to waste. I never liked the idea that an animal's only purpose in life was so that it could be slaughtered,” Marik stated bitterly.

“Reality check: That is their purpose. Why do you think they exist?” Malik questioned pointedly.

Marik scowled. “I could ask the same thing about you.”

Malik opened his mouth to reply, then quickly closed it, his eyes shifting back and forth as he contemplated the point. “Fair enough,” he said with a casual shrug.

“I swear, you’re as bad as Bakura when it comes to meat. At least Kat has the decency to limit its consumption in front of me,” Marik stated irritably.

“Fine, next time I’ll get a salad. Would that make you happy?” Malik asked, appearing annoyed.

“ You would eat a salad?” Marik asked skeptically.

Malik grinned. “Oh absolutely! A grilled angus and portobello salad with swiss, grilled onion, and untoasted croutons, topped off with a nice and creamy garlic pepper dressing,” he said sarcastically.

Marik’s face fell. “That’s called a mushroom-swiss burger…”

Malik popped another dumpling into his mouth. “It has lettuce, therefore it counts as a salad,” he argued casually.

“You’re being annoying on purpose, aren’t you?” Marik asked flatly.

Malik smirked sarcastically as a reply.

[zerolostwalks]

🧠🍇

Thanks for the ask!! ^_^

(Snippet Ask Game)

🧠 share a snippet where the character realizes something important

From: Triple Threat (The next part in Closest to Heaven )

“Oh. What a surprise.” Carrie says with an eye roll, dropping her arms to her side and turning towards her bag. “No, Carrie, wait,  it’s just.” Reggie quickly moves so they are face to face again.  “They seem to only be visible to other people when we perform together.” “Why?” “We don’t know.” Carrie’s eyes narrow and he does his best to not shrink under the glare. She glances towards the speakers at the side of the room and smirks back in his direction. A much more terrifying look than her glare. “Does it matter what you perform?” “Uuuh?” He glances toward Flynn and Julie who both shoot him incredulous looks and shrugs.  “For your sake you better hope it doesn’t.” Carrie says and marches over to her bag, pulling out her phone. “Do you still remember Love Sick?” A desert forms in Reggie’s mouth and throat as he realizes what Carrie’s suggesting. With another impatient glare from her, he barely manages to stumble out that he remembers. Of course he remembers. How could he forget?  Carrie had made them all learn that dance years ago. Hell she made them learn every Double Trouble routine and song, though he and Alex were the ones that danced with her the most before she found her Dirty Candi girls. If he remembers correctly she may have even coerced him into recording this one. “Love Sick?” Julie says from over his shoulder. “Like our Love Sick?” “Reggie, have you been holding out on us?” Flynn’s voice comes from over his other shoulder

🍇 share a snippet with food(or the palpable lack of food)

From: A future A Matter of Time installment (the mention of food was as close as I could get atm)

“Oh, right.” He stares at her laptop for a beat longer, blinks with a subtle shake of his head before turning a wide smile on her. Happy and bright but distinctly different than the ones she’s seen from him in the past few months. “I was just wondering if you wanted to go out for dinner tonight?” She squints at him, certain that definitely wasn’t what he wanted to talk about. But it’s hard to argue with him when he turns those puppy dog eyes on. “This isn’t just some ploy to get out of your turn to do the dishes is it?” “I would never.” He scoffs in mock offense. “In fact, I’ll go and do the dishes right now to show you how wrong you are.” He doesn’t give her a chance to say anything back, practically running the short distance to the kitchen. The immediate clatter of dishes being pulled out of the dishwasher causes her concern. He didn’t spend nearly half an hour picking out a playlist, and he remains unusually quiet through the entire task.  When she glances his way, thinking he must be putting on some overdramatic show of the chore, she’s met with the image of him silently working. Eyes distantly staring off into space, clearly thinking about something.

[awritingcaitlin]

🌈 share two lines that show the before/after of any growth a character made

Suddenly forgets every character's growth ever 😅

Lol anyway, here we go: (cheating a bit because it's more than 2)

As it was, her stomach plummeted as she, for the first time, put together the type of situation she’d just put herself in. Rescue a kidnapped sister? Yes please! Actually kill people to do that? That was a different story.

Thanks for the ask!

Snippet asks!

[last-starry-sky]

Had a dream last night of alpha!141 discovering omega!reader through her small “daily life” youtube channel.

Just the thought of four massive men pressed together, jostling one another to watch you on one phone screen (held in a fucking death grip) as you film yourself setting up your nest or making a smoothie.

[jontheredrc]

⭐️ for the ask game!

okay, here's one of my favorite scenes in Shadow Over Moonbrooke 2 so far, one in which Ciel Letrush does what she does best: math! (while drowning!) just keep in mind, it's from a point in the story before when Elaine changes their pronouns!

“First, I have bombarded the water with kinetic energy,” Ciel replied, her voice traveling unhindered through the water. As Elaine tumbled around the room, she caught mere glimpses of Ciel speeding around in circles, going with the flow and building up some impressive speed. “This has increased the momentum our bodies possess.”

“And?” Fina's fingers rubbed away entirely against the ancient rock, once again leaving her at the mercy of Ciel's currents.

Ciel simply smiled and tensed her body up. “I taught Nicole the only spell she knows.” As Ciel's body was carried around in swift circles, Elaine could see chunks of ice gathering along her arm. “But she taught me a thing or two in return.”

Elaine was having trouble staying afloat in the riptide, only managing to keep her head above water long enough to get out a single word. “What?”

“If something stands in your way,” Ciel answered, turning her body around effortlessly in the whirlpool, “break it!” With that, the glacier on her arm blasted into the doors that had refused to open for them, the ice shattering away from her arm on impact.

Nothing happened. Elaine did her best to stare at the door, wondering just what Ciel was going on about. Even when Ciel caught both her and Fina as they swirled around, she still couldn't look at Ciel. All she could do was analyze the crack running across the door.

Suddenly, Elaine gasped, so taken aback by her epiphany that she forgot she was underwater. Ciel brought her to surface to get a little air, denying her the chance to speak her mind. All she could do was point haphazardly toward the door, toward the crack that grew before her eyes.

As if on cue, the stone door that had shut them in the flooding chamber snapped in two, crumbling uselessly under the pressure of the water now flowing around it. The force knocked the door aside, and threw the adventurers out of the cell with it. As they skidded along the floor, carried by the current, Ciel shrugged.

“My apologies for disappearing underwater like that,” Ciel said, rising to her feet. Water rushed around her ankles as she continued. “I was trying to calculate the force required to break a stone of that thickness, and needed quieter conditions. I found a theoretical answer, but the whirlpool I would need could have killed us. Once I was free from Fina's incessant caterwauling, though, I realized I need only weaken its structure and let the water pressure do the rest.” Ciel brought a finger to her temple and added, “A much simpler calculation.”

[save-the-villainous-cat]

“Feeling lonely, hm?”

The hero didn’t burden their head with turning towards the voice. They weren’t in the mood for cruel charades.

Instead, they stared at the TV they hadn’t turned on in over a month and debated if not showing up at work would cause any huge conflicts.

Probably.

They closed their eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re ignoring me,” the villain’s voice purred. “Me.”

“You’re not real, so it’s my obligation to ignore you,” the hero said. They stared at their hands and couldn’t help but feel like their physique had changed. They didn’t seem to be as muscular as before. They didn’t seem all that healthy either.

“Not real, huh?” The villain walked towards the hero’s armchair and let themselves drop lazily. “Now that’s a bit unfair.”

“Yeah,” the hero said. They stared at the coffee table with the empty coffee mug. “Some things have been pretty unfair.”

“I thought you were supposed to ignore me.”

“R-right.” The hero looked away and once again, their heart got quite heavy. They couldn’t sleep at night, that was one of the more annoying things. Eating was also difficult, working was…unbearable. They couldn’t think straight.

And above all those hallucinations…their eyes went back to the villain who was stretching in their chair.

Usually, those hallucinations made one mistake. Or better, that part of the hero’s brain that was responsible, made a mistake. Mischaracterising the villain in such a way that the entire illusion shut down entirely.

The hero hadn’t told their doctors about their imaginary nemesis. But that was mainly because the hero would probably not be allowed to work as a superhero for a few weeks.

They clenched their fists, dug their fingernails into their own flesh.

“You look troubled,” the villain said. “Are you eating enough? You’ve lost weight.”

“I’m fine,” the hero whispered back. They looked up at the ceiling.

“You miss me.” Every single time. The hallucination said that every single time. The hero turned their gaze towards the villain’s image and stared.

“Yes, I do. So what?”

“Most people feel some sense of accomplishment after beating their enemies,” the villain said. They put one of their thighs on the other. “And two months is quite enough time to find a new enemy worth your time.”

The hero’s eyes widened.

“I don’t want someone else. And I…technically, I didn’t defeat you. I didn’t kill you, I didn’t arrest you. You just…” The hero’s throat burnt like acid and their bottom lip trembled. “…you just died.”

They swallowed the pain and leaned forward.

“Just wish I could’ve said goodbye,” they mumbled. This time, the hallucination didn’t answer. “That wasn’t fair. Our relationship didn’t deserve that end.”

“I didn’t think you’d care about the end,” the villain said.

“Isn’t the end the most important part?” the hero asked. The taste on their tongue was extremely bitter and they knew it didn’t come from the coffee they had finished an hour ago. “Either way, you are haunting me. So, I guess once again I get the worst of it all. You got the easy way out. As always.”

“Haunting you?”

“Yeah.”

“You must really like me, then,” the villain said. They chuckled sweetly, like they had whenever the hero was embarrassing themselves. For some reason, the pit in the hero’s stomach grew, that unsettling feeling spread.

The hallucination had never been cruel enough to laugh. It was such a wonderful sound that even the hero’s lips curved into a smile.

“Yeah, can you blame me? I must’ve fallen a few months ago.” Suddenly, the hallucination was quiet again.

Their eyes met and for a second, the hero swore it was the real villain in front of them. They tilted their head.

“You never mentioned that.”

“Too afraid of rejection, I suppose,” the hero answered. They shrugged. “Any rejection would have been better than this, though.”

The hallucination got up from the chair and slowly walked to the couch where the hero was sitting on.

“I would have never rejected you, you dense…” The hallucination was even capable of blushing. The hero frowned. “Whatever.”

Ultimately, the illusion grabbed them, sat down on the hero’s lap and kissed them.

It took the hero a few more seconds to realise what was really happening.

[ink-ghoul]

hermit fanon swap - an art game!

Reblog this to let your followers know they can send art requests to your ask box

if you are a writer you can also reblog this and make little snippets about hermits and their new traits

Vex!Grian and Avian!Mumbo as fun examples

Artless version behind the cut:

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🌳 for the snippet ask

Hey there, thanks for the ask! <333

🌳 — a snippet featuring nature of any kind

— from The Crow's Gift (Desemir's paying a quick visit to his family outside of Arobyre, before going back later to deal with Chalice shenanigans [this is the day after the Chalice got stolen])

Blessed not the lake that stagnates.

Lapping waters arrived to a lull, carrying swathes of green and blue blotted around the shore.

“When do you suppose the Chalice will be in your hands, hm?”

Desemir sighed. Past the dark eyes they shared, he saw but Charimone’s face in his brother’s frown.

“That would be the idea. What’s going on here?”

He huffed. “What’s going on? What’s going on? Oh, let me tell you — There’s algae on the lake, Glisheana’s vase got shattered, some of Aureaux’s spells aren’t working — “

“Brother.” Desemir put a hand to his shoulder. “May we talk this over some drinks?”

The family household stood proud by the lakeside, a fine structure of dark wood with an outcropping of blue-capped white stone on the top.

Desemir tried not to narrow his eyes at the crow perched on an upper windowsill.

“Oh, and your mother said to congratulate you for reaching the five-year mark.”

“She’s not here?” He knocked on the door, chuckling at the raucous noise behind it.

Vauren shook his head. “She took an excursion to the woods, you know how she is.”

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Tagging the General and Ask taglists: (ask/comment/reblog, etc if you'd like to be added or subtracted): @mr-orion @the-ellia-west @thereadingfoz @glassstardust22124 @honeybewrites @ashirisu @drowsy-quill @oliolioxenfreewrites @seastarblue @gioiaalbanoart @rae-butter @corinneglass @oros-ash3s @rainbowsnowflake @fourwingedwriter @oddcryptidwrites @ark-inkweaving @bardic-tales @agirlandherquill @wyked-rebellion @darkluminosity

[scham-wcan]

🎶 share a happy moment. ANY happy moment. You must have ONE. - for cinwin (to offshet the previous suffering)

From Beaches, Black Jack, and Binders. The apology tour Winter makes in this last chapter still makes me cheer for her, like I didn’t write it, because she’s not dumb she knows she made mistakes and Cinder deserves better than her inattention. It’s small but its a start

A drooling sigh lumbered from Cinder, it was not even enough to dismiss her expression although, as she glanced back to her partner. “It is such an unsightly thing, Snowflake. I’m not sure if-.”

“Name part of you that you deem unsightly and I will give ten more on why it is my favourite.” Winter chuckled, seeing their room’s doors come into light ahead of them, as well as the remnant glistening red of Cinder’s cheek as she quickly turned away from her; parting their hand hold to unlock the door with the wristband, but quickly again grabbing at Winter’s waiting grasp. “Remember, we only have a few hours.”

“Plenty of time.” Cinder said.

[solarishashernoseinabook]

The

cheater ❤ (affectionate) (very much joking)

Have the following, from TRR2:

[Halt] opened his mouth, and Rose thought he might actually say something; but then the door burst open and her children spilled in, speaking loudly as they always did, and Halt turned away, retreating to a corner and drumming his fingers against the wall.

Ask game! Send in a word and I'll let you know if it's in my WIP.

[lay-z]

We maybe getting a 141 x reader sex pollen fic you say? Putting these ideas in my head while I’m ovulating? Are you flirting with me?

Yes, I am flirting with you! 😏 Here, a snippet:

Suddenly, Ghost’s gravelly voice interrupts the Captain’s speech. One harshly uttered word enough as a warning: “Johnny.“  

Soap, who has been trying his best to ignore the way you keep grinding your ass against his crotch in this position, ducks his head at the sharp and sudden reprimand, all too familiar with that certain tone coming from his Lt.

“Wha’? ’m not a-ah doin’ anythin’,” he grunts before sucking in a sharp breath as his cock keeps stirring and twitching inside his rough cargo pants. “Fuck, lass, please–” 

He tries to keep you from moving as his ungloved hands get a firm hold of your hips, but you’re practically panting and mewling in his lap, making it harder for him not to crumble under the pressure building up in his dick, and Gaz is swift to simply pluck you out of the younger man's embrace like you're some ragdoll with a judgmental frown etched on his handsome face.

“Don’t be a fuckin’ perv, Soap,” Gaz snaps, now cradling you in his arms, where you immediately begin pawing at his compression shirt, trying to get your warm palms under the tight fabric and on his bare skin. “She cannot fuckin' consent, mate!”  

It’s Price who approaches the bed then, while Ghost stays back, leaning against the doorframe and keeping a keen eye on the situation unfolding.

“Enough! Both of you,” he barks. “It might help if–“ John stops mid-sentence, clenching his strong jaw as he considers his next words carefully.

He can’t believe what he is about to say and he crosses his arms over his chest again, feigning control while he internally braces himself for the chaos that will most likely ensue.

“Those bloody doctors said it might help if she… climaxes.” 

[awritingcaitlin]

💙share a snippet where a character falls out of love a little

This is the closest I've got: (fight turned sparring-match gone VERY wrong)

He closed down his thoughts, directing energy to theramancy instead. The match was forfeit. She had nearly killed him. He almost laughed to himself as his head swam from blood loss. The medic ran towards them. He looked at his wife. The shadow seemed to pass again as her face filled with shame. He watched her face fall as she realized she couldn’t speak to him telepathically. The look on her face was obvious. She knew he didn’t trust her. Something was wrong. He just had to decide what he would do about it.

Ehehe! Thanks for the ask!

Snippet Asks!

[laddertek]

etho said actually you _don't_ understand the intricacies of how tango is my boyfriend and bdubs is my ex

(and how tango and bdubs kiss too)

Scar: We went on that little adventure, you know! Etho: Yeah, yeah, we had our adventure, that's true, that's true. Scar: You disparaged your teammates. That's it, all right, no more spoilers. Etho: (laughs) Our team has -- our team has some weird dynamics this -- this season. Cleo: (overlapping) Really, Etho? Is there trouble in paradise? (pause) Who's third-wheeling with you, again? I can't remember. Etho: (laughs) Uhh. The -- Cleo: Genuinely can't remember. I know it's you and Bdubs. And...Tango? Tango. Tango. Etho: (loudly) Why -- Why is Tango the third wheel? Why -- why isn't Bdubs the third wheel? Cleo: Because it's you and Bdubs. I'm sorry. I understand how that relationship goes. Etho: (dissatisfied) Hmm.