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We’ve been hectic these days, taking care of patients.
Kyon does a vent song:
– Milk and Kyon, milk and Kyon.
Milk and Kyon, milk and Kyon.
Milk and Kyon, milk and Kyon.
Lights up. The Kyon goes down.
– Go down? Don’t go down, Kyon!! *forces Kyon to take cover*
– Go down? No, going down on you. *ears*
– Oh. *pushes Kyon aside*
– Ow!
– This is not the time, Kyon!
Amidst the gun shells and people hollering, Kyon is still going strong.
– Iiiiiiii’m gonna swingggg from the chandekyonnn, from the chandekyon.
Iiiiii’m gonna wish like tomorrow doesn’t exist, like it doesn’t exist.
I’m gonna fly, like a bird of the night. Feel my tears as it dries.
I’m gonna swing like I’m on a holidayyy, on a holidayyy.
Whenever you hold me too tight, hyperventilate with all my might.
Feel your scales on me this only night, cause I’m just holding on for tonight.
Yeah, charisma, you’ve broken me might. Won’t look down, won’t open me eyes.
Feel my bloodlust in the morning light, cause I’m just holding on for tonight.
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Ah, the smell of grannies are so comforting… leaning on grandma’s hospital bed.
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Lav also comes in with a handful of sass. Wait, did I say sass? No, I meant–
– Ì í i ì i.
Việc làm ta có khó, có khó ngại chi.
Bánh bao lại rơi rồi. Bánh bao lại rơi rồi, ố, ô.
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As a morning greeting, Rikko runs towards Emmy:
– ねえちゃん! *hugs*
Flustered, Emmy doesn’t return the shortie hug just yet.
– Emmett! Hug your sister back!
– Oh!
They reluctantly wrap their arms around the still delighted Rikkon.
She introduces them to her youngest sister too.
– This is Kokko!
– hewo!
– Hey… *picks the baby up* Why do your ages range so much?
Kokkon wiggles (as always) in response: I don’t know, but I don’t care!
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“Oh no! Lav used this phone to cheat on Kyon!”
Lav repeats that with her best mocking face and hand gestures.
– Lav! Then why did you write a song about that girl?
– Oh, it was just sarcasm! I swear!
– But in all honesty… do you like people of that type?
Lav sweats profusely underwater.
– yes… I mean, No.
– Huh… *squints* I’m keeping a closed eye on you. *attaches one*
– Thank you. It will get uncomfy when we go to bed, though.
– Don’t worry. I got your back. *nods*
Trauma is confusing, isn’t it?
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Lavly Lexicon:
how u = How are you?
what u do = What are you doing?
Aighhh! and collapses from a heart attack = That’s Kyon in Aleph’s costume.
Mary watches as Mama Lav suffers from Kaph’s radiance. Her jaw just, drops.
She tugs Mama Kaph’s aged mantle.
– Is this family violence?
– Oh! Nonononono. She’s fine! I mean, she’s not, but… She’ll be back on her feet soon as I change clothes.
– *whimpering* that’s my kyon… *thumbs up*
P/s:
Kyon slowly strolls through Cremona’s historic museum. She gestures towards a row of instruments to her companion.
– Are these family violins? *deadpan*
– *sighs, shakes head* No Kyon, no.
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– lol.
– *charismatic* Ahahahaha!
– Wait, Kyon. That’s not a command.
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Kyotes:
– Really vibe with the barrencore.
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My can’t do attitude is broken.
Today I dreamed of a guy who reverse-osmosised garum.
He brought glass pipes that look like something under your sink.
I was like, “You can’t reverse osmosis garum!”
Lav was like, “Shh. Watch.”
And he just did it. Did. It.
I bet lil’ Mary would have been jaw droppin’ somewhere around us.
In dreams, it’s usually the opposite: You doing something you can’t.
This one is surprisingly heartening.
No, it’s not Max.
