The - one, - time Charlie volunteered to couch football at Thomas' school in order to help his little brother socialise. (It was Luda Mae's idea... it wasn't her best... )
Charlie: *Drops down on his knees by a fallen Thomas* How many fingers am I holding up!??? *Holding up 2 fingers in front of Thomas' face*
Thomas: *Holding his head, eyes drooping* ... *Holds up four of his own fingers, shakily, in answer*
Charlie: Say 2.
Thomas: *Switches to two fingers*
Charlie: Perfect! *Yanks him up and shoves him back out onto the field* Now get back out there
Brooke Shields as Violet
Keith Carradine as Bellocq
Susan Sarandon as Hattie
Frances Faye as Nell
Antonio Fargas as Professor
Diana Scarwid as Frieda
Barbara Steele as Josephine
Matthew Anton as Red Top
Gerrit Graham as Highpockets
Mae Mercer as Mama Mosebery
Susan Manskey as Fanny
Henry Braden as Harry
Pat Pierre Perkins as Ola Mae
Philip H. Sizeler as The Senator
Don Lutenbacher as Violet's 1st Customer
Don Hood as Albert Fuller
Mae once again was laying on the floor, sleep continuing to elude her. It had been... Quite a few days since she and Laurence had put their plan into motion. And goddammit was she hungry...
...What if this didn't even work? Gah, no, stay positive, but... It very well couldn't. This was all hinging on one observation she made after all, so...
...No. No, she had to have faith in herself on this. And hey, if she was wrong about this, then at least she was right about one thing. Haha.
She let out a sigh, bringing her hand up to her face and glaring at it. She had just checked not all that long ago, and there had still been nothing, but maybe now...
...Hm. Hm? Oh that.... It felt a bit toasty. And now it felt chilly. Oh my god. Oh my god!
Mae sat up, grinning like a madwoman. It had worked! It had actually worked! She had been right! Yes!
Alright, wait, no point in celebrating yet. Sadly, that was the easy part. But, it was progress, and that's what counted.
She laid back down on the floor, a proud grin still plastered on her face. For now, best to try and get some rest.
She would need all the energy she could muster for what was to come.
started workin on a rando-ass horror/slasher type thing bc i got inspired by slashers and confetti birthday massacre and fnaf and all that shit and these are some of the survivors of it!!! they’re very in love and are super soft.
note - this little story thing is called “super summer slaughter-hour” so yeah
AAEEEUUHHFHGFGHDHHFHF MAE YOU GOBLINASS YOU CANT PUT THOSE TAGS I FUCKING DIED
“It keeps jamming on me, I dont know why,” Val repeats mockingly under his breath. “Maybe if you cleaned your chamber more than once a fuckin’ year it wouldn’t jam, tête de noeud.”
These young fuckin’ Aldecaldo grunts out here not even keeping their guns properly mateninced. Just running them into the ground, not a single swab session getting done for months. Then when, exactly as can be expected, the things start jamming and misfiring, they just dump it in Val’s lap.
“Should throw it back at their head,” he continues seething from the workbench. “Maybe knock some damn sense into th—AH!”
Val whips around, one hand instinctively going for his own weapon while the other heads for the spot on his ass that’s still stinging from the unexpected smack. He’s just in time to catch a glimpse of the smirk at the corner of Mitch’s mouth right before the man kneels back down in front of the van he’s been working on for the better part of the morning.
“Don’t do that!” Val demands, the last word coming out as more of a giggle than anything.
“Mmm, I seem to remember you tellin’ me not to stop doin’ that not so long ago.”
With a blush already creeping up his cheeks, Val grabs the nearest rag and balls it up to chuck it at Mitch’s head, who just laughs in return.
All of Hakuno’s servants give really heartwarming dialogue to before you arrive at the Moon Cell’s Core. Caster’s is quite ironic as she references Twice right before you meet him.