Hey, who could it be? (No, it's gotta be...!)

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TWs: Panicking, brief yelling, referenced self-sacrifice. Stay safe :)

"We have to tell the Sun." Saturn spoke, "He's the only one that knows all of us, even X, inside and out; he might be able to track him!"

Jupiter nodded, turning to the dwarf planet, "Triton, I need you to find Neptune and warn him before X gets to him first."

"Hold on," Callisto spoke, "He's not going without us."

"H-He's not?" Io questioned.

"He might need some cover if we do encounter this planet." The smaller moon explained.

Jupiter smiled, humming, "Good thinking. Off you go now, and make sure Neptune is one hundred percent safe."

"We will. Good luck on your part." Triton tipped his sunglasses.

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A cyan hand glided a paintbrush across the canvas delicately, putting the finishing touches on the product.

"Now this," Uranus spoke, "Is perfect."

He lifted the paintbrush from the painting, letting go of it in favor of taking the canvas in his hands.

"This is much better than that other one. Maybe I should give this one to..." He trailed off, eyeing the canvas, "Ah, who am I kidding? I would be very obvious of my feelings if I gave him another painting of him as my muse."

He let go of the canvas, watching as it floated away.

'I should write down everything that's happened lately.' Uranus thought. He put his hand in his inner pocket, searching for his notebook. He raised an eyebrow upon not finding it, reaching into the other pocket, 'That's weird... I coulda sworn my book was in my jacket.'

He patted down his pants pockets, starting to panic inside as he realized it wasn't on him.

Uranus raised a hand to his head, tugging at his hair, "Ugh, where could it be!?"

Everything was in that notebook; centuries of information and just like that, it was gone. Uranus' eyes shifted everywhere, looking around. That book contained his every thought and feeling- how could he have let it out of his sight?

'This is bad, this is very bad...' He thought, biting his lip as he looked around, 'Who could have...?'

Then he realized who could have stolen his notebook; the only Celestial who had gotten close enough to do so.

'That bastard...' He clenched his fists, scowling as his eyes diverted to the Kuiper belt.

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"Neptune looks sad." Nereid pointed out, "What should we do, Proteus?"

"Uhm..." Proteus looked at the others, then at the Celestial before them who was making droplets of water fall and rise with a swipe of his hand. A lightbulb went off as a smile grew on Proteus' face, "I got it!"

Proteus flew over, peering at Neptune. Neptune took a few seconds to notice the small moon as he perked up, releasing the water droplets back into his system, "Hello, Proteus! What can I do for you?"

"We were just wondering," Proteus peered back at the others, "If you can show us a few tricks."

"Tricks?" Neptune tilted his head.

"Yeah!" Larissa joined in, "Like the juggling one you always do!"

"Oh!" Neptune smiled, "Sure, I can do that one- everyone, gather round to witness the amazing acts of Neptune!"