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A sliver of light poured into the room as Twig cracked Gussie’s door open.
“Gussie?” The inventor pried her eyes from the bits and bobs to see Twig silhouetted in the doorframe.
“Twig, why are you up at—” she glanced at the clock— “eleven at night?”
“Nox is thinking mushy stuff about Ellie again. His emotions are so loud, I can’t sleep…” Twig sighed. Gussie grimaced sympathetically.
“Come on in. Just don’t touch anything.”
“Okay!” Twig grinned, plopping down on the foot of Gussie’s creaky bed. He groaned as another of Nox’s roller coaster emotions slipped into his mind. Gussie glanced at him. “How is Ellie THIS oblivious? He’s thinking about how stubborn she is… Ooh, now he wishes she would hold his hand. Now he—” Twig stopped, eyes going wide. “...would kill me if I said this one.” Gussie snorted.
“Right, because he wouldn’t kill you for reading his emotions at all.”
“I don’t exactly have much choice.” Gussie grunted in approval. “Gussie, we need to set them up on a date, I can’t take this anymore.”
“I’m not getting in the middle of this—”
“EEP—” Twig covered his mouth, eyebrows raised. Gussie turned to face him, curiosity written all over her face.
“Wait, what? What happened?”
“Ellie just walked in. She wants… she wants to cudd—AHHH MORE MUSHY FEELINGS!!” Twig groaned. “Nox is having a heart attack… I’m never going to be able to sleep now…” He flopped down on the bed like a ragdoll, rubbing his palms into his face.
“You’re welcome to camp here.”
“Ohh, you’re enjoying the drama,” Twig replied.
“I can still kick you out.”
“Fiiineee…” A beat of silence.
“...So what did Nox say?”