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Wildcat! Wildcat!
••• End Of The World Everyday •••

Wildcat! Wildcat!••• End Of The World Everyday •••

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lonely little life

and nobody believes you now

you're bleeding magic out

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Y/n and Lloyd in chapter 24: *kiss*

Morro, renegading in the back of Lloyd's mind: what the fuck what the fuck what the fuckkkk

^^ also me while writing this chapter ha ha good luck




"Y/n... what colour are his eyes?"

I pulled a confused look. It was a weird question, but I stared closer at the photo of Simon and answered. "Brown? They've always been brown."

Misako sucked in a sharp breath and turned her head away.

"He's put a block in her," she whispered in horror.

A spike of fear stroked up my spine. "What? What do you mean?




"Snap!"

I slapped my hand atop the pile of cards in the middle of the table, grinning victoriously. Ronin groaned in defeat, lolling his head back.
"Lost to a little girl," he complained. I chuckled, ignoring the jibe and scraped the cards towards me. "I'm losing my touch."
"Keep up, old man," I sneered playfully, adding to my pile. "You can't catch these hands."
Ronin scoffed, shaking his head in amusement.
"You're such a loser," he said. I sent him a pointed look.
"The amount of cards I have compared to you disagrees," I challenged, gesturing to my significantly larger pile of cards. Ronin rolled his eyes.
"We're playing snap," he said dryly. "It's not exactly an accomplishment."
I pointed at him with a finger, brows raised.
"That's exactly what a sore loser would say."

Our very incredibly important card game was interrupted when Misako entered the bridge, phone in hand and a troubled look on her face.
"I just got off the phone with Skylor," she said with a grave tone, turning her gaze to me. "She says that there's no records of your cousin anywhere."
"What, not even a social media?" Ronin asked incredulously, straightening. He sent me a side-eyed look of disgust. "What kind of monster are you related to?"
I gave a helpless shrug.
"Do you have any photos of him?" Garmadon asked, taking a seat at the table. Wu came to stand beside him. "Any proof of his existence?"
I frowned in thought.
"My mum maybe has photos up on her Facebook from family gatherings, but I don't have my ph-"

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