*The Cobra Pauses For A Second, Before Snapping The Twins Up In Its Jaws.* DON'T BE ALARMED. I'ɱ ɳσƚ

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*the kitten noticed the no reply and sneezed, dropping them to the floor* meow *he jumped off his head and sat next to him* mew mew mew?

°He jumps at the sudden return to Earth, heart in his throat for a moment. There are a few more breaths and then he looks at the kitten°

°Warn someone next time, /please/. He looks back at the screen, a frown creasing his face. He's probably just driving, right? It's illegal and unsafe to text while driving, and he had to drive to get stuff for you, so he's probably just driving? He's fine, he's... probably fine. I'll text him again in a minute..°

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

*the kitten purrs at his feet as he saws off the crackers he found. he would've killed a bird and brought to him, but crackers will do* meow meow

°He turns to the kitten, a brief whistle to the little one accompanied by telling him to run. It was a sweet gesture, but the kitten needed to hide; last thing he wanted to give the doll was a hostage, and the thought of it taking his new friend felt like a stab in his gut.°

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¶A.. camping trip.¶

"Yup! It's gonna be great, promise."

The Newscaster squinted slightly at the younger Jim. RJ either didn't notice or didn't care, because he was grabbing the last of the 'road trip snacks'. Apparently they were driving, not flying, out to a location neither of the twins would tell the elder. RJ assured him it wasn't a new place, and that there would be bathrooms and showers and it would all be fine; NJ is starting to regret saying that he would be fine with whatever the other two wanted to do.

Meanwhile, CJ was playing Tetris with what was already packed. Each little bit needed to be in the best possible spot, to maximize how much you could safely carry. That, and he specifically didn't want his cameras next to something that would jostle them too much.

Extra bags of chips in hand, RJ slid into the driver's seat, with CJ next to him. NJ tucked himself into the back, trying to figure out where exactly these two planned on taking all of them. And why keep it a secret?

°It is a surprise, Jim, so don't peak at the maps.°

¶...Alright then. As long as we aren't going to Florida I guess I don't have much to complain about. Just, did you two pack-¶

"Yeah we did- we packed all the important stuff and extras. And there's at least one nice outfit in there just in case you have a formal meeting with m- a bear, maybe a bear, in a suit, that sounds pretty funny actually-"

And thus kicked off a roadtrip filled with squinting, loud singing, gas station sandwiches, and any other matter of fun as the trio of Jims gets on the road seemingly without a hitch.

This is VERY serious. Please keep you black cats inside this Friday the 13th!

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*the kitten wiggled and purrs. he wonders if the man knows CJ and RJ*

*he adjusts himself into a more stable position and looks at what he had been typing. There were three things, actually, but the current one was an email. It looked harsh to him, and it had been. It looked more like an interrogation than a worried inquiry. His writing just tended to be like that though. He needed better words, gentler words.

*His brother had clearly been afraid- and the vague-ness had worried him further. All he knew was that one of the dumbasses had gotten hurt and that the other was being cryptic about it. By the time he actually got the right words, that got both his thoughts out and communicated them in a way that did not sound accusatory, he would already be in their house.*

¶...I worry about them, Kitten. I do. I hope that he's just riled up over nothing, you know?¶