(@fallen-shamans-spirit)

(@fallen-shamans-spirit)

*It's late. It's very late, so much so that all who can be asleep are as such. Late enough that no words are spoken, no distraction made.*

*Briggsy, too, would be asleep, as a chill shrouds any flesh not shielded by a blanket's warmth, sudden and harsh enough to touse him.*

*Briggsy shifts and murmurs in his sleep, slowly coming to consciousness as a chill overtakes his body. He’s a bit disoriented when he opens his eyes*

“Huh…. wuzzit…..”

Kremy: i don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Gideon: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Kremy: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Gideon: Is it working?

Kremy: Gid and I were crossing the street and this guy drove by and honked at us.

Frost: And what did Gideon do?

Kremy: Well he chased them to the next red light, reached into the window and-

Gideon: WHO WANTS A STEERING WHEEL?

Gricko: You're bleeding out and going to need a transfusion! What's your blood type!?

Frost: B... positive...

Gricko: I'M TRYING BUT YOU'RE BLEEDING A LOT!

Kremy: Be careful Gid!

Gideon: I'm always careful.

Kremy: I respectfully disagree.

Kremy: My stomach growled super loud in French.

Kremy: I would like to clarify, my stomach did not speak in French. It growled during French class.

Frost: Bonjour.

Gideon: Le growl.

Gricko: Hon hon hon, feed me a baguette.