Dear Royal Guards I’M JUST A LITTLE BIRTHDAY BOY COME ONNNN
ix. THE HERMIT
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To ALL residents of the underground, EVERYONE BEHAVE!!! THE QUEEN IS HERE!!! I’m Watching You, Spamton G. Spamton
!!!!! ( puffed up like a startled cat ) ( ….. as much as he can be, with his perpetual dampness )
THEY HAD TO KICK ME OFF THE NOSE NUZZLING STAGE YEARS AGO. SAID I HAD AN UNFAIR ADVANTAGE.
P.S. THE KING KEEPS ASKING ME TO TAKE LETTERS TO THE QUEEN AND IT’S JUST KIND OF SAD AT THIS POINT SHE DOESN’T WANT YOU BUDDY
I’M GONNA WORRY ABOUT YOU ANYWAY, SILLY!! MAYBE WE OUGHTA TAKE IT EASY FOR A COUPLE DAYS.
ii sure h hop ot!! ! * ( crooked antennae twitching just slightly. ) id ddon' t think kso, ,though. do ' orry about m me .
// all my accounts are multiship but i genuinely can’t see it happening on this one just because he is so married to tenna. sorry………
To The Man In Charge: GET THIS KID ON THE MAIL ROUTE, STAT!!! Urgently, Spamton G. Spamton
ᶦ ᵈᵉˡᶦᵛᵉʳ ᵈᵃ ᵐᵃᶦˡ
To all citizens of the Underground, NO MAIL TODAY. PAIN’S TOO BAD. Regretfully, Mr. G. Spamton
THAT’S USUALLY WHAT IT MEANS WHEN YOU SNEEZE OUTTA NOWHERE. THAT, OR YOU’RE GETTING SICK. ( suddenly more serious ) YOU’RE NOT GETTING SICK, ARE YOU? Eagerly awaiting your response, Spamton G. Spamton
y yy'think s0mebody' sttalki out me .. . ? * ( silly little smile. )
YOU’RE WELCOME, BUDDY. WONDER WHO’S TALKING ABOUT YOU!!!
th hanks, sppam.
To the right honourable Mr. “Ant” Tenna, BLESS YOU, HONEY! Love, Spamton G. Spamton
* ( . . . sneezing. )
FEELS LIKE YOU NEGLECT YOURSELF SOME DAYS. ( a gentle pat on the knee. he moves, takes the other pant leg and wrings that out too. ) YOU COULD STAND TO BE A LITTLE MORE SELFISH.
w well, ii— * ( he frowns a little. it's hard to argue with that—they both know he's right. he watches spamton wring out the fabric. ) .. . wha at's s swrong wi at??
HEY, HEY, HEY!! DON’T SAY THAT! YOU WERE TRYIN’ TO— HELP? ( seeing her laugh, he figures she’s okay enough, and starts to chuckle himself. ) ….. MAN!! WE’RE HOPELESS, HUH?
Well, I- ﹙ sheer befuddlement revealed itself in her eyes as they were cleared up, glasses missing but still looking his way. her own hands were absolutely waterlogged, unable to cover her mouth as a breathy embarrassed giggle started. ﹚ That was stupid of me- no, I'm sorry dear!
I NEVER SAID YOU WERE A LIAR!!! JUST, YOU KNOW! ( drops his sleeve. he takes one of tenna’s pant legs in his hands and bunches that up next, wringing it out. ) YOU DON’T WANNA WORRY PEOPLE! I KNOW ABOUT YOU.
* ( frowning all indignantly. ) c' c 'course iwould!! ! c'mon, i' ot s somekin r!r!!
I know a place where it's warm and it's dry, dear. Let me take you there. I am trying to say what I want to say, without having to say I Love You.
YEAH? WOULD YOU? ( he doesn’t sound convinced, At All. )
h hey! i'dt tellyouif someth ike that h ha appened!
DON’T BE A SMARTASS! I JUST WANNA MAKE SURE YOU’RE OKAY. I DUNNO, MAYBE SOME PUNKS DUNKED YOU UNDERWATER AND I DIDN’T KNOW!
we 'rein "waterf fall", it c can' e too s surprising.
OH, MAN— ( an exhale of relief as she resurfaces, reaching out to carefully brush her fur back out of her face. ) ARE YOU OKAY?? GEEZ, I’M REAL SORRY, I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D ACTUALLY …
﹙ almost six seconds passed by, a couple bubbles coming up- before a soggy, heavy blanket of fur manages to resurface in crawling up to the best of her ability, having fallen down into somewhat of a sink hole. fuzz covered her eyes as she looked absolutely 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥. ﹚ Oh. Oh, I -
DON’T MENTION IT, BUDDY. ( bonks his shoulder with his head. takes his other sleeve, and wrings that out too. ) YOU SEEM SOGGIER THAN USUAL!
* ( guh. poor sopping wet cat. ) th hanks, spam.m.
Dear Cathode, LET ME GET THAT FOR YOU! ( taking one of his sleeves and wringing it out. soggy… )
* ( he moves over to spamton, eyeing him. )
—!!!!! OH, ᝰᏪຊ!!!! ( he holds the book over his head to keep it from getting any wetter, hustling over to where she went under and feeling around under the water for her. ) UHH , MS. TORIEL ??? ( please don’t drown. he can’t have that on his conscience. )
I insist! Hold on, you didn't have to do any of this, especially for a silly old lady's snail book. ﹙ trudging closer, her calves mostly submerged by this point, she tried to pace her way to help him out— only to slip and fall right onto her front, completely falling under the surface. ﹚
DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME— WORRY ABOUT YOUR BOOK!! IT SHOULD STILL BE OKAY! A COUPLE HOURS UNDER THE HAIRDRYER AND IT’LL BE GOOD AS NEW. ( his big, showboating grin falters— softens into something more genuine. he watches her laugh fondly. ) ……… A HERO, HUH? I DUNNO ABOUT THAT!!
﹙ what started as shock upon seeing him go under, worry he wasn't going to come back up from waterlog - .. ended in her snorting, her hands placing on her knees and relieved laughter erupting out. ﹚ You're a hero, you know that? Hehehee! Gosh, I am taking you back to dry you off —
A COLD? I’M PERPETUALLY DAMP ANYWAY, MY FRIEND! THIS IS NOTHING! ( he’s small, and nimble despite his age. he slips through her paws easily and takes a breath, dunking under the water. he comes back up, dripping wet but holding the package. )
Ah- no! Hold on, you're going to get a cold! ﹙ her hands quickly pulled the back of her skirt forwards, tying it around one thigh to make a facsimile of shorts before stomping her way in. paws reached down to try and grab, to pull him up. ﹚ It's not worth that -