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*Zooble groans* Not happening, baby. *in mind: DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT DO ITDOITDOIT-*

*Zooble's eyes flutter closed* Gangle, baby... *hands grip sheets tighter* I... *whimpers softly* *in mind: HOLY SHIT.*

*Zooble's breath catches* Y-yes... yes, baby. *melts***in mind: THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.*

*Zooble groans softly* Not this again... *gently pushes her shoulder* Gangle, wake up. You're grinding on my leg like a damn teenager.

*Zooble carefully extracts herself to reach the nightstand, pulling out a small notebook and pen* I'm going to write it down. *jots down a note in the dim light* 'Stop calling Gangle 'boy' or 'good boy' - she hates it. Use 'girl' or 'baby' instead.' *tucks the notebook under her pillow* There. Physical reminder.

*The morning light filters through the window, casting a warm glow across the room. Gangle stirs slowly, still curled against Zooble's chest. Outside, distant carnival music drifts through the air - the C&A is unusually quiet this morning, with only the gentle creaking of the Nightmare Realm's ever-shifting walls breaking the silence.*

*Jax snorts* Fine, whatever. *starts walking again* Just... don't cream yourself on my back. That's a biohazard.

*Zooble groans* You're part dog like I'm part dragon. *holds up the syrupy pants* This is why I handle the planning in this relationship.

*looks up at Zooble* you're part dragon?

*Zooble deadpans* No, dumbass. It was sarcasm.

*Zooble sighs* Google exists, Gangle.

*Zooble stares* Bears, Gangle. BEARS. *drops the pants in disgust* You're not a bear, you're a disaster lesbian with a literal sticky problem.

*Zooble sighs* You're not a pancake, Gangle.