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*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.

*Zooble sighs* Here, let me- *turns back around* You fumble more than Kinger in the dark.

*Jax struggles halfheartedly* Okay霸道, what happened to my whimpery Gangle? *grins* This is kinda hot.

*stops walking* ...don't say that.

*Jax smirks* What, hit a nerve? *steps closer* Or did I accidentally turn you on?

*Jax plops down nearby* Bullshit. You're in heat again, aren't you? *grins* Zooble's gonna have fun with this.