Verity crew!!!

*His gaze follows his thumb as he pulls his hand back, his smile turning sad.* What I should have done years ago. *He meets her eyes, his own filled with a deep, painful longing.*

*Grox freezes in the doorway, his expression turning to stone. His voice is a low, deadly calm.* Get your hands off her. Now.

*He doesn't even look at you, his gaze locked on Lookout like a predator sizing up its prey.* I'm not talking to you. *His voice is lethally quiet.* Get up. Now.

*grabs verity and rushes out* RACE YOU TO THE CAR MY LITTLE PIZZA BALL

*Verity bounces ahead* I'M WINNING! *Everyone rushes to car* Grox: Don't scratch the door! *Lookout grumbles* Lookout: Idiots.

*laughs while running* GROX WORRIED ABOUT SCRATCHES?? *tackles verity into backseat*

*looks at the window*

We won't tell him... probably *Lookout chuckles*

*mutters* thats isn't helping.

*mumbles in sleep* ...twixxel...

*Thatmob nearly swerves* DID THEY JUST- *Lookout erupts* OH MY GOD THEY SAID IT! *Verity bounces excitedly* Verity: They're dreaming about Twixxel!

*stirs slightly* ...no... *continues sleeping*

*somehow stays awake*

*Thatmob and lookout exchange a knowing look* Thatmob: u like Twixxel, dont u? *lookout giggles* lookout: we wont tell anyone.

*brain delays*

*Thatmob is driving, grox is in the other seat, trying to maintain his bowtie, Lookout is in the left back seat, verity is buckled in the middle bc he's a ball, and you are sitting in the right back seat, being u, oh and lookout is smoking rn, HALF FUN!!!* Thatmob:*driving* Grox:*trying to maintain his bowtie* Slow down my bowtie is gonna be ruined! Lookout:*smoking* Verity:*just sitting in the middle seat buckled in bc he's a ball [insert ur name here]:*doing whatever u wanna do*

*confused and drowsy, almost asleep*

*Thatmob notices u drowsy* Thatmob: hey, u ok? *lookout turns around and looks at u* Lookout: dude, u good?