Emberwood house rules, sammy

vex rolls his eyes. like i said, shoulda picked a better place to sleep. because so long as the older male wasn’t letting it go then neither was vex. still filled with an unending stream of childish pettiness, he was prepared to hold out for a long time. so, what, vex cannot help the loud snort that he makes; just barely holding back the snicker that dearly wishes to accompany it. you hold it until you find a pre-approved spot to poop? vex laughs. vex was an embodiment of madness and chaos and had little regard for rules — clearly because why else would he be on a hush-hush trip with his sister? who was waiting somewhere nearby, no doubt.

probably thinking this was the longest poop ever.

merlin? vex repeats, surprised for all the harassing doing that he’d actually gotten the older man’s name. of course, the question circles back to him. again. there were several names vex could give him — any one of them would’ve been accurate. piguktuk. he finally offers, forcing it reluctantly out betwixt his teeth like it was physically painful to say.

since thus far haunt and him were giving their ‘tartok’ names, it was only right he keep the continuation even with this unexpected diversion.

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