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“Are you going to help or are you just going to stand there and look pretty?” Jett growled as he hammered another piece of wood into the bough of Rokusho’s ship. Castle laughed at Jett as he looked up from his hand mirror and smiled daintly at him. Jett gave him a ‘what’ look and the king answered. “You think I’m pretty.” Jett growled deeper and shot a look to the other chimereon with them. “Cadmus, help me out here!” “You’re on your own there, pastry boy,” Cadmus replied as he lifted six planks of wood, three under each arm, and walked over to Jett. “Better to let the king get comfy than to injure himself trying to nail in some boards.” Cadmus looked from a confused Jett towards the king of Paradis Island. Castle was blinking at them before a scowl crossed his face. “Excuse you both, but I can do manual labour just as well as any other chimereon can, and how dare you think otherwise,” he said, slipping off the large rock he was perched on and spreading out his luxurious wings

“I’m telling you pops; this will be a great learning curve. Get the kids out on the beach, in some fresh sea air, and let them help society, or rather Rokusho rebuild his ship, ya know,” Merrick sang as he pleaded his case to take the four disciples Hux, Kaede, Velvet, and Laoch, down to the beach to help with the clean up that was currently ongoing. “I don’t want them to get into trouble, Merrick. You are the eldest it is your responsibility, don’t make me repeat that later,” Sojobo sighed and looked at his son’s beaming eyes. “Does this mean I can take them?” Merrick asked and cheered as his father nodded. “You won’t regret this, pops. You’ll see; it’ll be great!” Before the old teacher could get another word in, Merrick was gone, only dust in his wake as he ran out to tell the four young disciples that their field trip had been approved. “Alright, squirts, time for the outing; we’re heading to - the beach!” Merrick cheered though only Laloch seemed excited about the adventure.

“It’s too god damn hot Anthony, can we please go home,” Grant complained as they trudged through the sandy desert biome. Anthony looked around at the mammalian chimereon and raised an eyebrow. “Oh come on Grant, it’s not that hot,” he said with a bright grin. He was dressed in a pair of khaki trousers and a white shirt covered in sweat. On his back was a rucksack filled with all the equipment he needed to find the beetoles Dr. Juniper had asked them to find. “Maybe not for you, but I’m melting back here,” the heroic blonde said and paused to take a drink from his canteen. He was covered in sweat and not enjoying this expedition at all. Grant was dressed in a pair of beige shorts, hiking boots, and a loose blue shirt that had turned a darker colour thanks to the perspiration. “You wanted to come, we told you where we were going,” Soldat said simply…he felt awful too. He was an aquatic chimereon and wanted nothing more than to dive into a pool of water but he wasn’t going to

“When you bake a cake you have to put love into every whisk, otherwise, it doesn’t turn out nice fluffy like you,” the old spinxyn said as she gave a little Lupin the whisk to lick. “Will I be able to make cakes like you nan, when I grow up,” the spitten replied as he pushed his little chef's hat back over his growing horns and scrambled up to sit on the breakfast bar stool. His grandmother smiled at him as she poured the cake batter into the pan and nodded to his question. “Of course dearie, baking is in your blood, and I know your cakes will be the fluffiest of all,” she replied to him as she popped the cake pan into the oven and set the timer. “Why’s that?” Lupin asked with a tilt of his head. Cake mixture covered his face and his grandmother smiled over at him, moving a napkin to wipe his cheek as she spoke; “Because you have so much love to give.” “Lupinnnnn, is it ready yet,” Miki grumbled from the other room. The pair had moved into a flat together in Catalis while Lupin

There wasn’t much time between Hermes and Zeus settling down for a picnic and Zeus deciding that he was going to lift that giant egg. Hermes hadn’t even unwrapped his foil-covered ham and cheese sandwich. He’d just sat down, unloaded the picnic basket and Zeus was gone. “Hey Herm, you think I can lift this,” the large thundery chimereon asked the other. Hermes sighed and looked over. The egg was almost twice the size of the oversized chimereon. “Um, maybe, it looks pretty big but you’re very strong babe,” Hermes said from the picnic blanket. He was leaning back, his wings relaxed and his legs crossed as he watched Zeus walk up to the huge egg and size it up - as if he was challenging it to a fight. “You got this babe,” Hermes called a smile creeping onto his face as he reached over and started to consume his homemade sambo. “What is he doing?” a soft voice asked about fifteen minutes into Zeus attempting to lift the giant egg. Hermes looked back and up at the pair who’d joined

Lupin, after settling into his brand new apartment, decided to host a small festive get together for the nephians within his building. It would be tonnes of fun! Lots of delicious food to go around, holiday songs to be sung and a little bit of magic in the air. Miki spent the entire day with Lupin, setting up the decorations, putting colourful baubles on the tree and singing carols completely out of tune - Miki was so off key that Lupin banned her from singing songs for the next 24 hours this did not stop the centicorn from humming, drumming or attempting to beatbox every Christmas song she knew though. After the house was decorated Lupin began to start on his holiday spread. He padded into the kitchen, pulled up his sleeves and twirled his pristine kitchen knives skillfully in his paws before Miki piqued up; “I thought the guests were bringing food?” Lupin looked at her, knife inches away from delicately slicing a carrot. “Yea, but, what if there’s not enough food to go around

If Chester was honest, the only reason he’d brought the kids, Terri, Fitz and Ace, to the Tepple Show was to win prizes and eat delicious foods. He’d originally wanted his loving brother Remy to come with him but the grumpy scientist had simply responded with a: “Don’t be absurd!” Before crawling back down to the basement to conduct whatever heinous experiment he was planning next. “Terri slow down, you’ll get lost if you wander off,” Chester called out now realising that when Them said to take the harness and lead for Terri he should have listened. “He’s going to get lost,” Ace said a comic book in his paws, taking in the words and pictures on each page while somehow managing to avoid every puddle of mud. Chester sighed and went to turn to Fitz, to ask him to get Terri only to realise the orange cccat was missing. “Great,” Chester grumbled and hung his head he turned around to ask Ace to do the same only to realise that the white, black and rainbow cccat had also vanished without

The smells and sounds in a busy coffee shop were almost too much to handle. RJ, when he was just a wee spitten, hated the bubbling busy beats that came with a busy café. The sounds of chatter and echoes of the machines irked his sensitive ears. He used to cover them with his paws while staying close to his parents. He wanted nothing to do with the loud noises that sharply infected his senses, prying their way into his mind like a plague festering on his ability to stay focused. It was the people that bothered him most. He disliked the sheer number of invading bodies that sat and slurped their hot caffeinated beverages and sampled decadent pastries and cakes. Their presence always made him nervous. He’d shout if one got too close and stayed hugging his father’s trouser leg not wanting to be touched by the strange Nephian that stood behind them in the queue. His father would scold him for being so bold and tell him to be quiet. So he did. He closed his eyes and counted to ten and

“Anthony, you know I’m always happy to hang out with you, but when you said we’d be going on an adventure I thought you’d be bringing me to somewhere a lot more exciting than a swamp,” Grant complained as he tried to pry his mud covered paw out of the dense mud it had been encased in. Using both hands he eventually got his paw free and moved to follow Anthony who was flying above the swampy grounds staring at a beeping dirt pearl locator. The device, an invention he’d crafted himself, allowed him to easily locate and retrieve the dirt pearls for Dr. Juniper a task he’d become quite fond of. Not only did it get him out of the house but he also got to find new and exciting materials to work with in his lab. Anthony eventually looked around at Grant, the poor blonde chimereon was caked in sticky mud which only made Anthony smile softly. What a dork. “You’re doing a lot more complaining than I thought you would, Cap, besides we’re almost there,” he replied looking back at the beeping