#young terzo

[kabukiaku]

Those weird Satanists who live next door. 𖤐

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Terzo in his young teens learned sleight of hand tricks. He was a lonely soul that got into a lot of trouble exploring and so he learned quickly how to entertain himself. He learned to pick locks and has a few bobby pins tucked in his shoe at all times just in case. He turned out to be a fairly good pickpocket as well. He never took anything that was really missed--- in fact the real challenge was putting things into pockets.

As an adult Terzo sometimes whips these little skills out on occasion, especially while in the presence of Ghouls. Ghouls love little stupid human tricks. With their heightened senses they can clearly see how Terzo doubles, triples coins in his hand; or steals a guitar pick from one of them. Even so, they are impressed with the ingenuity of it all.

It's one of the things he enjoys doing with Omega. He often finds ways to slip little somethings into the ghoul's pockets. A note: "Lunch at 2, Amore?" "Nice Ass" "Stomp Me :P " A little square of chocolate. A playing card [K♥️]. A chain of paperclips. A condom.

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Cardinal Terzo - The snob one.

Just practicing with new brushes. Snob Cardinal Terzo is one of my kinks. Just look at him breaking everyone’s heart.

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Terzo sketches based on photos I did in young Terzo cosplay

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young terzo on baby duty and he is NOT happy about it

[ramblingoak]

Dumbasses

Cardinal Primo attempts to help his youngest brother sort through some hurt feelings.

I needed some soft older brother Primo last night and came up with this.  Gen, SFW, no warnings and about 1,100 words.  Enjoy!

“He’s a dumbass.”

Primo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.  Please, Satan, save him from younger brothers.

“Terzo, you shouldn’t call your friends dumbasses.” He had to stop himself from laughing at the petulant face his youngest brother was making.  Primo had been in the middle of prepping the weekly sermon for Nihil when he had received a call from one of the sisters that oversaw the lessons for the younger children.  Apparently Terzo had gotten in a fight with who had, up until now, been his dearest friend in the abbey.

“Copia isn’t my friend anymore so I guess that means I can call him one.”  Solid logic from the young boy.  Primo stood up and walked around his desk to lean against the front of it.  He smoothed an imaginary wrinkle out of his cassock and tried to think of a different tactic.  Terzo continued to sit in the too-big-for-him chair and swing his skinny legs back and forth.

“Fratellino, do you see that picture on the wall?  Behind my desk?” Primo leaned forward to catch Terzo’s eyes when he wouldn’t look at him.  Slowly he got a similar mismatched gaze to meet his own.  Primo pointed to a recently drawn picture pinned neatly on the wall next to a few framed family photos. “Can you tell me what it is a drawing of?”

“I don’t know, two kids?  One of them looks like a dumbass.”  Some of the tension seemed to leave Terzo’s body so Primo pressed on.

“Ok, two kids and it looks like there’s a dog next to them.  What are the kids doing?”  Terzo’s bottom lip was beginning to stick out and he had started to rub his fingers together.  A habit he had picked up from his friend.

“They’re holding hands.  And it’s a rat.”  Primo tried to hide his smile, both of his little brothers were so easy to rile up.  He was pretty sure that if this talk succeeded Terzo would be telling Copia all about how big of a dumbass his eldest brother was.

“Molto bene, and you’re right, that is obviously a rat, my apologies.” He ignored that he heard the mumbled idiota Terzo barely attempted to hide and pressed on, “Now my fratellino, can you tell me what is written above the children and their rat?”

And there they were, tears had begun to well in Terzo’s eyes and slowly drift down his cheeks.  His brother could be an insufferable little shit, but he often acted that way to hide that he was a very sweet, lonely boy.  It had never been easy for him to make friends, most of the other children were wary of the Emeritus heirs.  In Secondo’s case they were downright scared of him.  

But when young Copia had moved into the abbey he and Terzo had instantly become thick as thieves.  Copia had come with a few other children from a local orphanage and the shy, reserved boy barely spoke a word to anyone at first.  But after a few weeks of being joined at the hip with Terzo he had begun to open up and gain more confidence.  The two boys were good for each other.

Primo reached over and placed a gentle hand on Terzo’s head and ruffled his hair a bit.  Terzo reached up and batted him away, grumbling and smoothing his hair back down.  “Fratellino?  What does the picture say?” His brother mumbled something while looking down at his hands. “Terzo, come on.  Tell me.”

“It says ‘Best Friends Forever, Copia and Terzo’,” A loud sniffle came from him then and more tears fell.  “And then it says ‘Brizio too’ because Copia’s rat is pretty cool and oh!  Primo!  Copia taught him how to walk on a tightrope!  It was amaz-”  A frantic knock on his office door interrupted his excited chattering.  Before Primo could call out for whomever it was to wait the door opened and a set of red rimmed green and white eyes peered inside.

“Cardinal Primo?  Have you seen…oh.”  Copia had started to rush towards Primo, but stopped when Terzo peered from around the chair.  “Terzo!  I’ve been looking for you everywhere!  Sister Agnes said you became sick and were resting in your room but you weren’t there and I went to find Secondo but he told me you had run away and joined the circus but I knew that wasn’t true because you’re scared of clowns so I went to Sister Imperator but Papa Nihil was there and said to check with Primo and then he closed the door on me.  So.  Here I am.”

Primo watched Copia’s little chest rise and fall rapidly after spitting all of that out.  So much for that shy, quiet boy.  He watched as Terzo jumped down from the chair and stepped up to Copia, his little fists clenched at his side.  Primo held his breath hoping he wouldn’t have a couple of roughed up boys to drag to the infirmary later.

“Copia I’m sorry I called you a dumbass but you said my hair looked stupid and that was mean.”  Terzo huffed and crossed his skinny arms in front of his chest.  

No one said a word for a few moments and Primo was about to prompt Copia to respond but the little boy flung his arms around Terzo, big fat tears falling down his face.  He was blubbering into Terzo’s shirt in Italian, completely despondent.  Terzo stood there awkwardly for a moment but finally began to pat his friends back and eventually calm him.  The two whispered a few things to each other and then hugged again.

“Boys, is everything ok now?” Primo clasped his hands in front of him before the urge to hug them both to his chest got too great.  The two looked at him with small smiles on their face, both covered in snot and tears.  

“Yes, Primo” They both chimed in at once and started to fidget, ready to probably run around the abbey and cause mischief.  

“That’s good, now you’re both supposed to still be in lessons but I will let you take the rest of the day off as long as you stay in Terzo’s room, ok?  Don’t cause any trouble.” 

Terzo grabbed Copia’s hand and immediately started dragging him out of the office, Copia waved back at Primo and he heard his small voice as they both ran out the door, “Wait Terzo, what did you call me?”

Primo sighed and sat back down at his desk.  He pushed around his sermon notes trying to get back into the right frame of mind.  As he was starting to put some more notes down his phone rang again. “Cardinal Pri-, what?  Sister Agnes please slow down, what did Secondo do again?  Lucifer’s balls, alright fine.  Yes.  Yes, fine I’ll be right there.”  Primo slammed the phone back on its receiver and groaned.

Secondo was such a dumbass.

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⛧- A daughter to fall for a son ~

[zombie-rott]

Young Terzo has been on my mind and I just had to draw the wee twink. (Is that a derogatory term 🤔? Because he is). Late 80s/early 90s perhaps? Going by his hair.

Just some wee sketches tho. Not goin mad.

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1st commish of the month featuring an reoccurring client with their oc in a prom photo op

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dug up a wip I had of the young emeritus brothers + young primo!! I tweaked just a bit. ❤️💚💜

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I need to see Terzo when he was younger dancing awkwardly in his lowly lit room to Abba like the basket case from Breakfast Club (I will be drawing this)

[anamelessfool]

ooh what about little Terzo babysitting baby Copia?

Terzo's entire life was throwing his hands up into the sky, crying for absolution:

Oh hey, since you're here......I've been working hard on this fic starring Young Primo and all the brothers....so....uh....here ya go (AO3 Link)

I will be tagging @ghuleh-recs and @kabukiaku on this one

[osirisiii-bc]

The thing that should not be [Terzomega One Shot]

I finally made it with a Terzo/Ghoul. What’s your opinion on POV fics? I used to write a lot of it in my past fandoms but here I see rarely this kind of fics. Thank you @van-goghs-smoking-skull for your help 🌹

Genre: slash, explicit, oral sex, sex, Terzo POV, young Terzo, sub Terzo, dom Omega, first time with Omega/a Ghoul.

Pairing: Terzo x Ghoul (Omega)

Rating: Nc17 (explicit but not properly smut)

Words: 2.943

Summary: Terzo is the 20 year old last heir of Papa Nihil and he’s definitely not having fun at his father’s birthday party. Luckily, a big Ghoul is around to save the night…

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The first time we met, the big Ghoul and I, was in the hallways of the Ministry, shortly after the new summoning, but there was nothing more than a few distracted glances. I had seen him walking along with the other Ghouls, standing out for his size; their black robes covered every inch of their bodies, including their faces, making them look like nothing more than disturbing moving shadows.

The last time was a few days ago, and besides the looks, there was also the insolence of a mouth that was too big and too dirty to keep a few of their thoughts to themselves. 

It had been a coincidence that I happened to be passing by just in time to hear my name, followed by a somewhat ungentlemanly "I'm surprised none of us has fucked him yet."

The reply was even less gentle, “Just give me some time and my cock will end up deep in that throat.”

It must have been a group of Ghouls, judging by the voices, but from the cloister colonnade, I couldn't see them. A few more steps, and they were all there, gathered, chatting among themselves, some smoking with the cigarette passing under their masks. It was hard to tell who had spoken, but one of them, the tallest and most recognizable of the group, had stared at me a bit too interested while still laughing at what was said, even though it was impossible to imagine his expression under the mask.

I had noted that tone, knowing it would come in handy sooner or later.

Birthday parties are all dramatically the same and all equally boring, especially when it's your father's birthday. Or at least, I'm just in a phase of chronic dissatisfaction, as Copia would say.

Suddenly, a nearby, deep and familiar voice draws me to a small sofa that I only see from the back.

"...and so you're going on tour."

There is a girl with him, but I can't understand what they're talking about. I only catch a few phrases about music, and as I drink, I move a little closer. Just out of curiosity.

"Yes, in a few weeks." I hear him say, almost disinterested. 

"And is there a chance you'll take me in your suitcase?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think you'd fit."

I almost want to laugh and clench the straw between my lips. I'd like to see the girl's face, but I only see her leave, probably after trying to hide her disappointment with all the self-control that a rejected woman can muster.

"You really know how to disappoint a woman." I say out of honesty, because I would have expected anything from him except for him to turn down someone like her.

He shrugs, not even surprised to see me there.

"If I listened to all those who flirt with me, I'd probably have little monsters scattered all over the world, which has probably already happened."

I raise an eyebrow, feeling my head a bit heavy for the few drinks I had. For now, it's still a nice feeling, but I've never been able to stop in time to leave it that way. Somehow, it's as if I need to create a balance just for the sake of destroying it with my own hands.

"I understand."

"Do you?"

I shrug, while I feel him watching my lips tighten around the straw.

I hear Sister Imperator calling me, and we both turn to her. "I think I have to go."

"You'll stay here, later?" That isn't really a question. It's an invitation, if not an order, and I quickly decide that I really like his orders tonight. "I'll make up for that incident in the cloister."

"See you later, then." I tell him as I boldly clench the straw of a now-empty cocktail between my teeth and move toward who I have always called mother.

After a night spent watching the others participate in the party, drinking and staring at the tips of my shoes as if in a catechism lesson, even the prospect of starting a conversation with Primo about his passion for succulents would seem interesting to me. Fortunately, my first brother doesn't have enough time to waste on me, so Copia approaches me, a cigarette between his lips and the rest of the pack still in his hand.

"Want something to drink?" he yells in my ear, as if the loud music gives him the right to think I've gone deaf.

"Do I look like someone who needs a drink?"

He nods convincingly. "Absolutely!"

"Then I'll go get it myself, at least it'll get me moving a bit. It's a real pain in the ass here."

"I haven’t seen you having fun lately!" He rolls his eyes before muttering something to himself, probably about what a creepy presence I am in his life. I hope that with alcohol around there's some action at least.

There isn't, or at least I don't get to know about it, as someone far more interesting than a drink blocks my way.

"Are you having fun?" 

The first time we saw each other, I must have had a really strange expression. It must have been at least five years ago and it was the first time I ever saw a real demon so close, but he hasn't changed at all, and I'm almost curious to know how he sees me now. Not that I expect him to understand concepts like age and physical change.

"Yes, yes."

"Shall we find a quieter spot, what do you think?"

I don't have the clarity to say no, and with a bit of luck, maybe I won't even remember it later.

I've seen him drink continuously during the party, but he seems as clear-headed as if what he's been drinking was fresh water. Either he holds his liquor well, or he knows how to mask it. Or maybe he's not a twenty-year-old jerk who collapses like an idiot after the third glass and makes a spectacle of his worst self.

I nod with a head that's a bit too heavy, then gesture for him to lead the way, only to stop him soon after.

"Wait a moment." I tell him, and I move away, looking for Copia.

When I find him, I only whisper, "Don't look for me… I'll be back in a while." making sure no one else overhears. He looks at me as if to say 'don't mess things up' - the way I have noticed everybody has started to look at me lately, as if they were ready to bet on me causing new trouble every step I take - and then reluctantly nods. I bite my lip, and the Ghoul takes his time to scrutinize me from head to toe as I approach him again.

When I don't want to feel utterly miserable, I seek refuge in Copia's reassurance. I revert to feeling at least ten years younger, shedding the darkness that has accumulated in recent years, especially when the hassle of being the last Papa's heir began to manifest. You need to start building your reputation very early, and I'm not exactly inclined to miss the fun of my youth for something that will likely happen in twenty or thirty years from now.

In all probability, later tonight or tomorrow I'll rest my head on Copia's shoulder, having him telling me that I'm a dickhead but that's ok, that the way to equanimity is a long and hard one, and I'll believe him.

The Ghoul raises a champagne bottle toward me, then hands me a glass as we sit on the secluded couches.

"To make it up to you." he explains, filling my glass like a seasoned gentleman. There's nothing to make up for, I'd tell him if I had the necessary courage, if you want, I can blow you right here.

We spend some time with a few words and many glasses that empty too easily, my stomach flaring up unsure if for the alcohol or who knows what else.

As I drink, I dare to throw a few interested glances at him, running my eyes up and down his frame, catching any relevant detail, even if it's hard to find them in a figure so covered up like his. The rings on his fingers, the shape of his shoulders, how he tilts his head when laughing… Anything can help me understand why him. And he does the same.

He talks about what he does, the music he likes to play, and worlds I've never seen.

Maybe I'll take you there. It always seems like he's about to say. Maybe we'll just stay there. Or maybe it's just me who wants to hear it from him.

I listen to him, barely hearing his deep voice, muffled by the mask he wears, and the party becomes just a confused cloud of lights and distant voices.

The mask is a testament to his past, his condition as a demon bent to the laws of a world not his own. Esoteric symbols stand out on his uniform; I focus on one of them, Omega. I decide on the spot to call him that from now on, aware that in the absence of an identity, everyone must have given him a different name.

How important it is for us humans to name everything. Perhaps that's our problem.

Omega, a guest who can't stay in his place and also the only one who manages to distract me.

We find ourselves drinking straight from the bottle, and I understand less than half of the things he tells me, but it seems to be okay with him. However, I can feel his hands lightly touching me while talking, so discreet that it surprises me. His are distracted caresses barely hinted at, words that say without saying, and I, who speak that language, immediately think of making it clear to him.

"Let's go to the bathroom?"

And I don't know if it's me or him who says it, but the fact is I get up, and he follows me.

Once inside, I let out a deep sigh that actually has nothing of the malice it seems. My ears already relax due to the newfound silence.

"I have to say you saved me from a boring night."

"You too."

I look at him through the mirror, and he does the same, at a comfortable distance from me.

"Really? Wasn't there anything more valuable than my company?"

He shrugs, then approaches, casting a glance at the door.

"It depends on how the evening might end..." he says with a very calm tone, getting closer until he's right behind me, but he doesn't touch me.

I almost want to laugh, but I let it stay just a little smile and I leave him there to enter one of the cabins and wait.

It doesn't take long before he follows me. He tries to enter, but he holds himself against the doorframe and dares to stretch only his head.

"Is there room for me too?"

I look away, tilting my head and shrugging, leaving it up to him to find out. And he does.

Perhaps my Ghoul doesn't like to give empty words, so he strokes my neck in a way I already know, and there's no need to even apply pressure for me to slowly slide down the wall to end up on my knees in front of him, putting into practice what he has fantasized about with his friends.

Too bad that this time there are no witnesses to prove how true to his word he is.

When he takes it out, I reluctantly admit that what they say about the Ghouls is indeed true. Me, a mere human, must accept and accommodate Mother Nature's wishes.

While I admire him, an involuntary "damn" escapes me, to which he responds with an avoidable "seems so.", but I decide to smile anyway. And then I begin.

I partly watch him and partly keep my eyes closed, relishing the weary satisfaction that comes from having the power to grip a man - human or not, as they apparently work the same - just by slipping into his underwear.

At some point, he stops me, and I understand that he wants to get serious; I stand up, and he immediately seizes my hips with those huge, hot hands. I've always thought of myself as not being a good catch for a woman, let alone a man, from this perspective... I have slender hands and long fingers, which I happen to know many appreciate, but they are minuscule in comparison to his; he probably doesn't even feel my touch.

From the way he's gripping me, it really seems like my entire body can fit completely between his hands.

He turns me around with expertise, and I let him.

I have too many thoughts in my head to properly think about how to move for him. Thoughts that I really shouldn't have in a situation like this, but I also know that this thing won't empty me at all; rather, it will fill my head even more than it already is.

As I gasp against the icy wall, I feel his face in my hair and his breath on my neck, escaping the mask he still has on.

"I like it like this."

Me too, sometimes.

I want to think about what a better person I could be, but instead, I let myself get screwed in a restroom by a Ghoul without saying a word, looking at the white tiles faintly mirroring my panting face while I moan and bite on the sleeve of my habit that still covers me, but not enough to grant me a decency I never really had. He has already said enough about me, and I remained silent even then. Maybe I deserved it. Sure I do.

When he thrusts, I feel it perfectly, almost too much. I feel it so much that I open my eyes wide and gasp, scratch the wall, and stiffen in a way that must amuse him. He grins in my hair and doesn't stop. Thank you.

At this point, I don't even know if this is actually his way to make amends, or if he has forgotten it along with the tenth glass he downed and changed his plans in the meantime.

In the following minutes, there are no words, and I'm grateful for that. I don't understand where one can find the strength to talk in a moment like this, when all you feel is your skin burning with flames that are only yours, and every breath seems like it's never enough.

Then it's just a warm breath on the skin, and what seems like a caress on my hips that now belong to him. At least for a while. Then I can't help but bend over in a way he doesn't seem to appreciate, or maybe he only takes it as a chance to pull my hair and tilt my head back, almost resting it on his shoulder, before pressing my chest back against the wall.

That's how I come, with one hand around my throat and the other resting on my hip, feeling my legs tremble and losing their strength as his thrusts get faster and stronger; I slide my tongue on my lip, hungrily savoring what's left of his flavor and all I can think of is how proud Asmodeus must be of me, while I ignore all the Clergy’s advice by letting those last drops of pleasure shake me and the voice dies in my throat in that last groan, while everything seems to turn white for a couple of seconds.

He holds me, saying nothing, with his huge hand holding himself on the wall, near my head, and the other firmly on my chest, pressing my back against him, and I can't say if that's a caring gesture or he just doesn't want me to fall on his feet.

I take my pack of Marlboros from my pants, which I've just put on, covered by my cassock, with hands still trembling a bit.

"Wanna smoke?" I ask, offering him one while I already have one between my lips.

"Nah." he mutters, as he gets dressed as well, as far as pulling up the zipper of his pants can mean "getting dressed."

I lean against the wall while he takes his time to straighten every fold in his Ghoul uniform, and I have strange thoughts.

"I was thinking about where we shouldn't be."

"Oh, yeah?" he asks, not at all impressed.

"What we shouldn't have done..."

Encounters between humans and hellish creatures are not forbidden, but highly discouraged. Nobody can say what the true intentions of an entity born and raised in Hell may be, and it's always dangerous to form that kind of bond with subordinates, especially ones who don't feel feelings in the same way as humans. It is something to play with carefully.

"I only think about what we shouldn't be and we'll never be, so don't get ahead of yourself."

I shrug, also unimpressed. The cigarette is still unlit, and I don't think I'll smoke it.

"So disappointing is really your specialty." I joke, approaching him in this bathroom that now seems too big. I offer it to him, and he looks at it a bit strangely. "But keep this one." I tell him, and I like to think he's smiling under the mask. The fact is that he accepts it.

You keep it, so next time, I'll come back to get it. 

And we'll smoke it together.

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Domestic December Day 22

Prompt - Rainy Days

I'm a smidge late in my time zone, but after learning that there was mandatory military service in Italy, what I decided to write for this prompt changed, and it was worth it. Thanks to @foxybouquet for her post about Copia's service to inspire this blurb!

On a rainy day, Terzo returns from his mandatory service earlier than expected.

SFW except a minor use of swear words.

SFW except a minor use of swear words. AO3 Link

Ages → Quinn – 16/17, Terzo – 19/20

       The kitchen was bustling as Quinn slipped inside, hoping to pilfer a couple of apples. Copia had wanted to show her his new pets, a pair of rats, before he had his dance lessons after lunch, and Quinn decided to grab something to take with her. A Sibling waved her towards a bowl of fruit when they spotted her standing out of the way taking in the scene. “Special guests tonight?” she asked quietly, trying to stay out of the way as she retrieved two apples. “Papa’s sons are coming home tonight. We were told to make a special dinner.” Quinn’s brow furrowed. “I thought that was next week?” “Apparently it got moved up.” Excitement built in her. That would explain why her parents had made a point of telling her they’d be eating in the dining hall that night. It’d been just over a year since Secondo and Terzo had left for their mandatory military service. Terzo had opted for the air force, while Secondo had gone into the army. “Do we know what time they’re supposed to be back?” “Supper is at the usual time, so likely this afternoon.” She nodded. “Thanks for the apples, I’ll get out of your way!” Quinn hurried out of the kitchens, sprinting down the halls to Copia’s room in the dorms. “You look like you’re going to explode,” he noted as he let her into his room. “They’re coming home today!” He gave her a puzzled look before he figured it out. “Oh, Secondo and Terzo, si.” “Did you know?!” “I may have overheard something the other day.” He grinned. “And you didn’t say anything?! Jerk.” She moved past him to the large cage in his room to greet the new rats.

       She walked Copia to his dance lesson before she headed to the Ministry’s main entrance to sit in the reception area. After a time, the Sibling manning the reception desk took pity on her. “They’re not expected for another two hours, at least. But keep that to yourself, we’re trying to avoid a horde at the doors.” “I will, don’t worry. Thank you!” Two hours. She wandered back to her family’s apartment, finding it empty, and decided to take her guitar to find a spot to keep working on learning Total Eclipse of the Heart. It had been raining off and on all day, limiting her to inside, but that was fine. One of her favourite spots was a wide window ledge in one of the lesser used halls that led to the crypts and potentially the ghoul dens. Raindrops decorated the outside of the thick, distorted panes, but the break in rain left sunlight streaming through the window and gave the area a feeling of warmth despite the emptiness. Quinn realized she had forgotten the music in the apartment, but shrugged it off as an excuse to get better at doing things by ear. And so she waited, soon losing track of time or how many attempts were made at Total Eclipse of the Heart as she sat in the window. The rain started again at some point, the clouds dimming some of the light but she didn’t notice as she focused on her playing, humming or singing along to help herself figure things out. “...Every now and then I fall apart…” she half sang, half muttered. “Turn around, bright eyes.”

        Her head snapped around at the familiar voice, guitar falling to the wayside with a thunk. “Terzo!” Quinn launched herself at him, arms going around his neck, forcing him backwards. He caught her, letting the momentum carry him back a few steps. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she clung to him tightly, face pressed into his neck. “I left behind a teenager, and come back to a koala?” he murmured to her with amusement. “Shut up,” she grumbled, not changing her hold on him at all. “You’re home.” Terzo adjusted his hold when she gave no indications of letting go. “You know I’m soaked, right?” “Don’t care.” “You’re going to leave dirty boot prints on my uniform.” “Don’t care.” He chuckled quietly, hugging his best friend. “I missed you too, Quinn.” “Ter– I see you found her,” Secondo’s voice came from down the hallway. “I found someone possessed by a koala demon,” he responded jovially. “Shut up, shitbag,” she mumbled, happy to have her best friend back. “Are you crying?” Terzo asked her. Quinn kicked him in the back with one foot, making Terzo grunt. “Still as bratty as ever, I see,” Secondo smirked. “Hello, slightly older shitbag,” she greeted Secondo, shifting her head to look at him. “I missed you too.” Secondo rolled his eyes, but was smiling a little. “Are you going to let go so I can go change?” Terzo asked her. “Nope.” She gripped his uniform jacket tighter with her fingers. “I warned you to change first,” Secondo called over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs.

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