“…I have no doubts there. Even the wrath of God himself won’t be able to wake you, I think.”

“You—what?” Eyes wide, running both hands through her hair in panic.

“How are you still drooling?”

“It’s not /that/ much.” Definitely a lot for a regular person.

“I’m pretty sure it’s still…manageable, yeah?”

“My phone got eaten just the day before. And you do remember I have the explosives stash at home, yeah? It’s right next to the comically large bundle of dynamite sticks.”

Geeeently nudging @boom.quill.blue.

“You were missed last week. Had to bring down this giant bug nest with nothing but a few kilos of C4 and a can-do attitude.”

“That sounds ominous.” Shaking her head, chuckling.

“No, I don’t. Humour me, Son of Sparda?”

“If any of them have sense? Yes.” Cheeky grin. “You’ve had too much.”

“There’s even more. Or so I heard.”

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“I am overdue for a waxing come to think of it…”

// SOON

// SHE’S HEEEEEEEERRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

GOD SHE LOOKS SO GOOD

“Rather sure there’s going to be a few useful things.”

Besides, she’s found most of them share the same taste in toys.

“No problem, Elsa.” That felt a bit strange. But oh well.

“I…wow, that entirely slipped my mind. You’re welcome, then. Not so small are you, now?”

She can’t believe a horse can be this intimidating. But here she is.

All those back taxes are from my father. Everything I do is above the board, I assure.

-same, at least.

“Something something, do as I say, not as I do…” Pulling back as she gives her counterpart a cheeky grin.

She won’t interfere, of course. Any variant of hers must be a force to be reckoned with.

They won’t survive otherwise.

“Since you’re here for a bit, feel free to dig into the armoury for some toys. Biometrics should line up fine. Passphrase’s our usual tea order.” She assumes it would be the-

“Uh…

Are you right? Do you need a doctor? I appreciate it, by the way.”

“That’s unfortunately not very likely.”

Trying to peeer over.

“Let’s brainstorm then. Two brains are better than one and all that.”

// No, no. I’m the Most Normal™️ person in the world about Elsa Bloodstone.

// Yes, I will continue to be Very Normal™️ about this.

“Can’t have that, you need your beauty sleep.” Says the one who gets five hours a day, max.

“Whatcha planning?”