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By an unlit fireplace, on a hot summer’s day, a big lucy lotl is sitting next to her youngest child. She is a baby lucy who inherits her mom’s golden hair, but much shorter, and wears a purple dress with white frills—the traditional clothing of the lotl bloodline. Opposite to them is a small 88-key grand piano that Kyoko uses to compose her songs.
– Sweet patootie, what do you want to do today?
– Oh, oh! Tell me the story of the Little Manly Kyon.
– Alrighty then.
Mama Lav reaches for a square green book on the little bookshelf, titled “Little Manly Kyon”. She gives little Mary some warm pats on her downy head of hair, and then opens the storybook.
– Once upon a time, there was a gyon so manly, people called them the Little Manly Kyon.
One time, when they happened to fart in an elevator…
– Did they say “sorry”?
– Yes they did…
in their mind! Followed by “not sorry”.
– Woah.
– Another day, they took their lotl outside for a walk in the park. But the lotl happened to make a mess.
– There were no lotl toilets in the park?
– No, darling, there weren’t. But Kyon was always ready. They always have a pair of barbecue tongs on their belt when the two go out together. As the lotl was on the verge of crying, they kissed the lotl on the cheek, patted her back, and told her not to cry.
– Woah! Radical!
– And do you know what they thought when they cleaned up the mess?
– “Sorry not sorry”?
– Not quite. They thought “It stinks, but this is kinda fun!”
– Woah! That’s even manlier.
– And there’s more! Little Manly Kyon loves a girl, but their parents opposed to Little Manly Kyon’s marriage. Do you know what the Little Manly Kyon did?
– No?
– They left home for a faraway land, where they bought matching mustaches for two, one golden and one black. They wore the black one and called themself Salvatore ever since.
– Woah!!
Little Mary’s eyes sparkle with admiration. The setting sun glows on the lotls’ hair, and spreads across the wooden floor.
– And that’s our Little Manly Kyon.
– Wow. That was amazing.
– Right?
– Now tell me about Little Lazy Kyon!
She points to the dark purple book next to where the green book was pulled from. A Kyon-gyon in her fuchsia pyjamas with Aztec-like patterns is drawn on the cover, hugging a pillow and soundly asleep. Her black wings neatly cover her body like a warm down blanket.
Lav nods, opens the new book, and reads again.
– Alright. Once upon a time, there was a gyon so lazy…