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father ,   i return .

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hannah-the-small  //  FEAR  ME !

Squealing in fear the pair ran out of the classroom and down the hall, if they’d been listening it wasn’t clear if they’d taken what he said to heart. Hannah however blinked as they fled.

“Thanks Junior. I don’t think they’ll listen, but I’m glad you stuck up for me.” And they’d likely accuse her of being able to summon monsters which… was not too far from the truth, “How’d you figure out which school I go to?”

shucks ,  he’d  been  caught .   stiff  as  he  goes  for  being  found  out ,  a  hand  instinctively  goes  to  scratch  at  the  back  of  his  head .       what  a  dork .

          “  well ,  we  have  these  neat  items  from  parties  called  ‘ warp  pipes ’ ,  and  USUALLY  they  take  you  straight  t’  the  stars .  .  .   guess  y’er  the  superest  star  out  there  right  now ,  heh - hah !  ”

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hannah-the-small  //  FEAR  ME !

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!”

stubby  claw  is  jabbed  in  their  direction ,  spiky  koopaling  quick  to  intimidate  further .      “  don’t  you  go  dissin’  scars ;   y’er  dad  doesn’t  have  any  ‘cus  he’s  never  risked  his  life  makin’  a  living  like  mine  OR  hannah’s .    in  fact ,  she’s  a  SURVIVOR ,  which  makes  her  WAY  COOLER  than  you  and  your  stupid  hairband .   so  SHUT  IT  before  --  ”

hand  snatches  up  a  nearby  ruler ,  instantly  broken  between  tyrant’s  hands .             “  that’ll  be  your  FINGER  next .  ”

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cups  his  hands  around  his  mouth ;          “  FUGGIN’  SHLEEP ,  HOOK - SHNOZ !!  ”

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magekoopa

“ do not ! ”

        “  HEE  hee  hee  hee .  .  .  !  ”

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spits  on  ur  glasses  affectionately   : 3

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@kingbcwser​ :  [care] – sender provides physical care for receiver’s bruises (ice pack, wrapping them up, etc) 

        “  ow !!   paw’pa ,  stop --  ”    cold  compression ,  it  stings  as  recent  loss’s  bruising  settles  on  koopa’s  skin ,  how  tough  hide  easily  takes  the  punches  but  bruises  all  the  same .   too  many  cannonballs  thrown  back  at  him ,  cuffed  wrist  hurt  from  trying  to  block  the  return  fire .   clown  car  equally  busted  and  little  crash - site  landee  being  looked  after  by  concerned  father ,  junior  sniffles  through  his  anger . 

        “  y’er  gonna  crunch  me  wit’  y’er  big  meaty  paws ,  paw’pa --  ”

over - dramatic  and  over - exaggerating  as  usual ,  gentle  care  wraps  ice  pack  to  forearm  as  tiny  turt  kicks  his  legs  fussily  from  the  hull  of  broken  down  clown  car  bowser  had  used  as  a  make - shift  stool .       “  s’no  fair !!!   i  had  ‘im  right  where  i  wanted  that  stupid  mario  --  and  then  --  then  he .  .  .  ”           here  come  the  tears .

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Bruises and Bruising

WORDS

“Where did you get those?”

“Is that…. somebody’s hand?”

“Is that… a bootprint?”

“It’ll look worse before it looks better.”

“Come on. Let’s get it wrapped up.”

“Do you want some painkillers?”

“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy���?”

“How’d you get a black eye?”

“I know you don’t do it on purpose, but I wish you’d stop coming home bruised.”

“I like the new look. It suits you.”

“Ouch, that looks like it hurts.”

“Talk to me.”

“You shouldn’t end up with bruises because you disagree with them. You know that, right?”

“Will you tell me how it happened?”

“Come and sit with me.”

ACTIONS

(send ‘+reverse’ to reverse the roles, or specify which muse is which!)

[sit] – sender comes and sits next to a bruised receiver. no words, just warmth.

[care] – sender provides physical care for receiver’s bruises (ice pack, wrapping them up, etc)

[shower] – sender takes one look at a bruised and bloody receiver, and goes to run them a shower. hot showers fix everything.

[offer] – sender has something they know receiver will want, and because receiver has had a bad enough day as it is, sender gives it to them. it’s the little things.

[stay] – sender offers receiver a place to stay, so that – wherever they got these bruises – they don’t have to go back.

[concussion] – sender checks receiver for a concussion, because it’s very possible receiver has one.

[home] – sender has no physical way of helping receiver out of this situation, but they offer out their hand anyway. just to hold onto (and to not let go).

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supermcrio  //  mustache  man !

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 〝moi?〞

⠀⠀⠀ * Says the plumber. a look of confusion formed all over his face——listening to every word the koopaling was saying. he placed a hand on his cheek & crossed his arms. well, this was new. what was jr. doing here? & what in the world was he talking about? well, whatever it was, he seemed angry about it! maybe he was talking about mario! which, he was.

Nothing really seemed to faze mario that much. everything seemed like your average child temper tantrum. thought, from the looks of things, if junior kept this up, he could get hurt! maybe slip & fall … or maybe some snow hit him! now, that would be terrible. especially since he appears that the young one didn’t have any warm clo— OH!

Just when mario called it, a pile of snow immediately dropped on the young koopa——surprise, surprise. it was very worrisome. so worrisome, mario wanted to lend a hand for the poor thing. mario rushed himself towards junior & lend out his hand,〝mama mia! are ya’ oka—〞

just before his hand could get any closer, the child almost swiped Mario’s hand, causing him to quickly move his hand back,

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 〝mama .. try t’ be more careful next time! y’could’ve been-a seriously hurt!〞

                            “  i  know ,  i  know !!!   it’s  not  MY  fault  th’  snow  was  in  the  way .  ”       a  shiver  runs  down  the  koopa’s  shelled  back ,  the  cold  bitter  against  his  lava - built  self .   mario’s  doing  that  thing  again ,  that  friendly  offer  of  concern  and  care .  .  .   reminds  him  of  papa .   arms  fold  as  he  tries  not  to  let  the  cold  get  to  him ,  its  crunchy  touch  squishing  between  his  toes .   junior  didn’t  like  this  snowy  area ,  he  never  has .                    yet  bowser  wanted  to  take  him  out  for  a  snow  day .

junior  feels  mario’s  gaze  boring  into  his  back ,  finally  turning  around  to  bear  his  soft  underbelly  in  the  face  of  nemesis ,  a  sign  of  great  trust  amongst  the  koopas .       “  what’s  with  th’  staring ,  huh ??   poor  junior ,  right ?   well  i  told  you ,  ‘m  fine !  ”             he  is ,  in  fact ,  not  fine .

                           “  can  you  stop’pit ?   even  paw’pa  doesn’t  give  me  some  silent  treatment  like  this .  ”             it’s  not  mario’s  fault ,  junior  just  has  some  bad  habits  when  it  comes  to  speaking  outwardly  about  annoyances .   

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don’t  mind  him ,  just  getting  comfortable  on  his  back  for  a  nice  belly - up  nap  in  the  sun .

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skittering  in  on  all  fours -

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e·vil  -  /ˈēvəl/    ( adj )   :       profoundly  immoral  and  wicked .                                                                     A  KING  AND  HIS  SIRE .                          (   wickedly  cool !  )

           BOWSER  AND  JUNIOR ,  THE  MUSHROOM  KINGDOM’S  SCOURGES .                                                   ruled  by  lapis  and  para .

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@chef-saltbaker​  cont .  .  .

eyes  widen  as  the  rotund  man  bellows  across  display  case’s  overhead  edge ,  counterspace  leaned  against  just  to  tell  young  koopa  of  its  wares .   even  in  his  gentlest  tone ,  baritone  hum  shakes  eardrums  to  the  melodious  serendipity  to  anyone  able  to  hear .   prince  wags  his  little  turtle  tail  in  kind  to  baker’s  suggestion ,  smile  broadening  across  chubby  cheeks  that  mimic  saltshaker’s  own .   little  alto  yips  up  in  reply ,  a  courteous  yet  boisterous  response  to  fellow’s  question .                         “  yuh - huh !   can  i  try  y’er  cupcakes ??   ‘r  anything  cake - like ,  i  guess !  ”

just  thinking  about  cakes ,  the  soft  delicate  squish  of  baked  good  -  ever - so  moist  -  easily  mulled  over  tongue  with  just  the  slightest  kick  of  icing ?   junior  felt  his  feet  grow  antsy  as  he  waddles  in  place ,  hands  awkwardly  smudging  glass  display  case  as  he  gazes  in  wonder  at  all  the  other  pastries .   biscotti ,  cannolis ,  creme  puffs ,  cookies ,  glazed  donuts .  .  .   it  was  all  so  foreign  and  new ,  cakes  were  all  this  little  guy  knew ! 

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a highlight from ln's mario karting .

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sniffles ,   turns  out  HE  was  coconut  mauled .  .  .

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me, holding celestia in my hands : this is my wholesome mario friend, i would maim and destroy dozens of cities for them, they are papa energy incarnate and i would maul for papa mario >: (

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he  sees  you  thumbing  up  at  that ,  bowser !  already  super-gluing  a  few  cheats  on  as  we  speak .