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"I can see you peeping, you know. You saw me stickybomb my brother earlier, right?"

Willowbriar gave a nervous glance to the water balloon in Eyvinder's grasp, but nodded cautiously. "... Yeah. I just wanted to say, that didn't... seem very nice!" At the latter half of the sentence, Hopper stepped completely into the room, standing up on their hind legs with the support of their stick and puffing out their chest. "What if that had messed with his brain or something? Those fumes were really strong!"

Eyvinder stared at him for a long moment, then, suddenly, he started laughing loudly. Hopper looked offended, his nose wrinkling and his shoulders tensing up. "Hey, what's so funny?!"

"No, sorry, it's - HAHA, OH CHII'FALLA - no, w-wait, BWAHA -" Eyvinder held up a hand, waving it to stop Willowbriar from coming closer. That didn't seem to be a problem anyway, with the standard wyngling just looking at them, bewildered. When he finally calmed down enough to speak again, he was wiping tears from his eyes. "Okay, so that's just... what me and my brother do. Corentin - that's my brother - is used to it. It was his turn to get pranked! Plenty of wynglings were laughing, they know the drill. It's just what we do! He went to wash off the paint, but if he was here he would tell you the same thing."

"O-oh," Hopper said, ear flicking back as they returned to all fours. "Alright. Great, then. I guess. Uh...."

"C'mere." Eyvinder chuckled, waving Hopper over. "It's not even that bad when you get used to the smell, and it's made with completely safe materials. I'll tell you how I made it."

Hopper edged their way into the center of the room with Vin, still cautious but clearly a bit intrigued. "... Yeah, okay. If you say so."

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Previous

"I can see you peeping, you know. You saw me stickybomb my brother earlier, right?"

Willowbriar gave a nervous glance to the water balloon in Eyvinder's grasp, but nodded cautiously. "... Yeah. I just wanted to say, that didn't... seem very nice!" At the latter half of the sentence, Hopper stepped completely into the room, standing up on their hind legs with the support of their stick and puffing out their chest. "What if that had messed with his brain or something? Those fumes were really strong!"

Eyvinder stared at him for a long moment, then, suddenly, he started laughing loudly. Hopper looked offended, his nose wrinkling and his shoulders tensing up. "Hey, what's so funny?!"

"No, sorry, it's - HAHA, OH CHII'FALLA - no, w-wait, BWAHA -" Eyvinder held up a hand, waving it to stop Willowbriar from coming closer. That didn't seem to be a problem anyway, with the standard wyngling just looking at them, bewildered. When he finally calmed down enough to speak again, he was wiping tears from his eyes. "Okay, so that's just... what me and my brother do. Corentin - that's my brother - is used to it. It was his turn to get pranked! Plenty of wynglings were laughing, they know the drill. It's just what we do! He went to wash off the paint, but if he was here he would tell you the same thing."

"O-oh," Hopper said, ear flicking back as they returned to all fours. "Alright. Great, then. I guess. Uh...."

"C'mere." Eyvinder chuckled, waving Hopper over. "It's not even that bad when you get used to the smell, and it's made with completely safe materials. I'll tell you how I made it."

Hopper edged their way into the center of the room with Vin, still cautious but clearly a bit intrigued. "... Yeah, okay. If you say so."

heehoo publishing things that have been in my sta.sh for months

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