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Lσσƙ, Jιɱʂ. Yσυɾ ɳσƚ ɠσιɳɠ ƚσ ɯιɳ ƚԋιʂ. Tԋҽ Hσʂƚ ԋαʂ αʅɾҽαԃყ Ⴆҽҽɳ Ⴆɾαιɳɯαʂԋҽԃ αɳԃ Gσσɠʅҽ ιʂ ƚɾαρρҽԃ ιɳ ƚԋҽ ʋσιԃ αʂ ɯҽʅʅ. 👁‍🗨

*the struggling ceases for a moment, it's still, and it's quiet...*

"...Did anyone come for them?"

If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

My friend is embarrassed and thinks she’s the only one and I said id prove her wrong.

Ⓝⓞⓣ ⓘⓝ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓢⓛⓘⓖⓗⓣⓔⓢⓣ.

°Peachy. He goes back to studying the portals. Was there any tell to see? Or did he really just have to flip a coin, with three sides, yeah he was tired. He gently lifts up the kitten and approaches the leftmost portal°

drop whatever you’re doing right now and climb a tree

Nσ, I'ɱ ɳσƚ ɠσιɳɠ ƚσ ҽαƚ ყσυ. I ρɾҽϝҽɾ ɾσԃҽɳƚʂ. *They look at the camera.* Aɾҽ ყσυ ϝιʅɱιɳɠ ƚԋιʂ? -⏳

*they both looked relieved to a degree*

"Ok, that's good to hear at least."

°a nod in agreement. Yes, he tells you, it's kind of his thing.°

Light spilled softly through the windows, illuminating the house. Books lay abandoned on the coffee table, a computer left opened showed a map of some sort of forest. The room was realatively quiet, but one could hear chatter coming from the kitchen.

RJ had woken up in the mood for cookies, fresh ones at that. With nothing to stop him or an excuse to not make them, he got to work. When NJ had made his way into the kitchen- only to find RJ semi-gently whacking a bag of almonds- his ¶You could have just cut them?¶ was dismissed with a "This is more fun and it still works."

Fair enough, the Newscaster guesses.

He offered to help once he had some coffee, and the two brothers were nearly finished when CJ rolled in, hair still messy but rather pleased. Apparently he'd found a good 'spot' and could sort out almost everything by the evening. NJ had no idea what the Cameraman meant, but the Reporter grinned with a "Thanks Jim!" and CJ joined the other two in rolling out the cookie balls.

The three discussed the usual smalltalk subjects, and although it still felt a little stiff at first, it eventually turned into something less bland, and a little more tension bled away into the rhythm of making cookies and a 'who would win' discussion.

And by 'discussion' it's:

¶Sharktopus is two aquatic animals in one. They would have an even larger advantage in the water, and on an even playing field where size is /not/ a factor, they would win.¶

"I see your point, but hear this- Godzilla is not losing to a science experiment."

°Two words Jim. Atomic Breath.°

*the kitten lays next to him, careful not to scare him. both are scared*

°CJ shudders slightly in his curled up position, but he recognises the kitten's shape next to him. His side hurts, but nothing is broken he doesn't think. Where are they? He needs to get back, Jim is hurt and-°

°You didn't run? Snow Ears, are we both trapped?°

"Yup! We're all Jim. I'm ~Reporter Jim.~"

°I am 'Cameraman Jim.'°

¶-Newscaster Jim.- Our name is a family tradition of sorts, so our brothers and our mother were all named Jim.¶

"Hiya!"

°Oh- hello there!°

*RJ waves with a hand not occupied by a book.*

"Hi!"

*NJ gives a wave from the kitchen.*

*Øțťī§* meow *he did like Snow Ears.* mew!

°CJ didn't miss the glitch in his camera, nor the odd distorted voice, but he doesn't comment. His one visible eye narrows slightly, however.°

"I think they like your name better, Jim."

*he could have sworn he heard something, but he's blaming it on how late it was*