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why are u such a poopoo

i got these poopoo genes from you, grandpa

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      ❛ auh, uhn! ‘syn’ hræl vin. gwah, tun ven? ❜

      whiiiiis! srynhild ül à ihn selfr myneath? a’hræl srynhild yu aidern, berrenoko aghethe rinwurkt. rin. wurkt. o, uneheros, liht synsïenne erndellen. 

            “ ‘oi, synsïenne’ ! a’hræl ven, fir ? ”

      ül sran æreugath; dher ül hygrihst, ihn sourildr dvénct a‘eurhtae üem.       a kokuam, möertel sran nihliht… virgant ? dyangrus ? … ouh. 

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      ❛ woah! for a grown guy in a fursuit, you catch on pretty quickly. ❜

      a grimace is plastered onto his face at the other’s pathetic show of wanting to be one of those... anthropomorphic things. it’s replaced with a cunning smirk when he makes his remark, and the leather boot is suddenly off.

      without warning, the youth tackles the furry, colliding with (most likely very expensive) minky fur, legs pinning him to the ground. the boot flies up and down as he tries to make an effort to utterly decimate the cursed costume.

      ❛ can your yiff gods help you now? huh??? ❜

          “  hey–! this is an expression of myself and i’m n o t disgusting. ”

     a fur covered hand, gloved in what resembled to be a paw, came to place on his hip. he was scowling, but his expression was masked by the sculpted fox head he wore. he’d spent a long time working on this costume and he wasn’t about to be belittled by a child because of it.

          “ why do you have such an issue with it? what’re you gonna do, beat me with your boot or somethin’? ”

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      ❛ sorry to break it to you sunshine, but you’re absolutely tiny. ❜

      time chuckles lightheartedly with a rather puerile grin visible on his face. he easily towers a whole head over his counterpart, and with a grunt, he snatches the item from its occupied space. how it managed to end up there, he had no idea. still, it made an opportunity for more jokes about poor sunny’s height.

      ❛ here ya go, shortstack, ❜ he remarks coolly, acting as if he were handing it to his companion then quickly drawing his arm back. with a smile, he continues, ❛ you just have to reach it first. ❜ of course, time conveniently holds it over his own head.

            “ hey ! i did a bunch’a growin’ up ! an’ not t’ mention i’m still             a whole year older than ya; greenbean, if ya wanna fight, you’re             welcome t’ anytime. ”

      he’s standing on the tips of his toes, straining his fingertips to brush       against the cool leather of his scabbard. upon the (heartbreaking)       realization that, like time said, he was extremely short, sun snorts       once.

            “ okay, fine. but this doesn’t mean i’m short ! ”

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      ❛ ... uh... sure. and quit knockin’ my junk off’a stuff or else i’ll use the spray bottle! ❜

      and he meant it; from a satchel he pulls the windex bottle in all it’s golden glory, completely full with water. time gives it a hard shake to emphasize the noise of the sloshing liquid. ❛ be a good—uh—kitty, and just go eat cat food or whatever you usually eat. ❜

            “ ‘course i did, nya ! your food is mine me-ow ! ”

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      ❛ you’re absolutely disgusting. ❜

      of course, he’s not making a remark towards the fursuit (which happened to be well made, if he had to say, yet he’s not a furry), but to the disgusting little man inside of the bundle of faux fur. fingers itch and they tug at the pull strap of one of his boots, threatening to remove it and chuck it immediately at the wannabe-animal.

      ❛ i can’t believe you’re wearing that? in my presence? do y’ wanna get beat up exclusively by me? ❜

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      ❛ did... did you jus’ knock my plate off the table? ❜

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     ❛  y’know small fry, it’s not a matter of how tall i am, but how exceptionally short you are. it’s been what, seven years? an’ you’re practically the same height as i was back then. so do you need help reachin’ for it or not?  ❜

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    ❛  hey, cut me some slack! ‘sides, it’s not that big of a—owowowow! watch where you’re pokin’ your fingers there, sunshine!  ❜

     he grits his teeth in pain, exasperated. if time couldn’t heal his own wounds at thirteen, how could the little feline-kid do any better at a year’s senior? ...not that he was trying to invalidate both their separate experiences, but the kid hardly seemed to be doing a decent job at working with gauze. he frowns.

    ❛  an’, well—duh, o’ course it is. you just weren’t lookin’ out for me like the general bozo said to, so it’s your fault we’re laggin’ behind.  ❜

    it’s simply childish to be playing the “blame game”, especially considering the fact that they had wasted a good half hour trying to patch up, and that the hyrulean forces were no longer in sight. time sighs, eyes fluttering shut; he yanks his arm from its captor but not without a consequence of throbbing pain. and in that moment of defenselessness, he had to admit, he was being a bit of a hothead on the battlefield (and to try to take on three lizalfos at once? unbelievably reckless).

    however, not wishing to amuse the other by admitting his wrongdoing, time nods his head towards the northern vicinity.

    ❛  let’s go catch up.  ❜

            “ th’ hell were ya thinkin’ ? ”

      when he is incensed, grammar would lose its value; his speech       would become slurred with frenzied vowels & his native accent.       & this time, in particular, rage decided to hold his reigns. with a       sharp intake of breath, glowering spherules simmer with a brief       light. they’re directed towards his working hands.

      weaving intricate ties of strips linen cloth around a muddied arm,       he nips his bottom lip with pointed canines. he couldn’t quite       focus on the task at hand—not with his fingers quivering everytime       he tried knotting the darn fabric. the youth exhales deeply.

            “ jus’ ‘cos y’ have a dumb mask, doesn’t mean y’ can try t’             take on enemies yourself ! ain’t th’ word teamwork somewhere             in your vocab ? ”

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Hey! Don’t play with that!!