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-"
