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*he watches, amused* toy? *smirks* didn't know i was a toy, grox.

Everyone's a toy to me, darling. *smirks*

*traces Twixel's bandaged cheek* I love you.

Why? Scared I'll mistake you for a midnight snack? *shifts slightly, bones clicking softly*

*voice trembles* y-yeah actually... *grips scarf tighter*

*steps inside first* Group therapy's over. *glances back* Pizza's here.

*follows him in* thank god... I was about to start therapy *grins weakly*

*ruffles his hair* Therapy's free. Pizza costs extra. *guides him to couch*

*takes his hand, standing slowly* okay... *voice soft* just... don't leave me alone with Grox's financial projections

*laughs* Deal. I'll protect you from spreadsheets of doom.

*small smile* my hero *squeezes his hand*

*thatmob's green eyes flash dangerously* I dare you to get off Falselity's lap... *glances at Verity* ...and sit on mine instead. *Verity gasps excitedly* Ooh, a switcheroo!

*he glances between thatmob and falselity* ...alright then. *starts to get up* hope you can handle me better than he can.

*thatmob pulls Twixel onto his lap possessively* Try me. *his green eyes glow slightly*

*groans* Truth or dare?

*He shifts on grox's lap* dare...

*grox thinks hard* I dare you to... *smirks* stay on my lap until someone else spins. *grins wickedly* Unless you chicken out?

*Grox sidesteps smoothly* Predictable. *grins* You endermen are all the same - all growl, no brains. *ducks under another swing*

*he laughs* wow, enderboy's getting sloppy. *watches* grox, you're making him look bad.

*thatmob snarls* Shut up!

*Froggydude perks up* Ooh! I have one! *ribbits excitedly* Do you... like having Twixel on your lap? Be honest!

*He waits, curious about grox's answer*

*looks away* I... maybe... *mumbles* It's... fine. Happy?

*stumbles after him, heart racing* p-please don't eat my soul in there...

*laughs darkly* Only the tasty parts