A bad Fanfiction, even worse idea

Age

Bellcross... what did we... break?

Captain Nymoria

Morning, hero. Nice claws last night~

Age

Claws? I didn't transform... right?

Deianeira

...Age? Wh-Wait! Last night, the princess protocol. We just...

Captain Nymoria

Protocol? You invented the twister variant, princess.

Age

Golden Tribe never taught numbers OR that style of dancing.

Deianeira

We... we redocovered a dance for three. And where did we put that game, Matt?

Captain Nymoria

I think the game Matt got shoved under the bed. When we were all dancing. Age has a lot of hidden potential.

Age

But I was the last one standing after that dancing, and found the two lost corks from the bottles!

Captain Nymoria

Why did you put those into your pockets? Why do the wild ones always draw me in...?

Deianeira

Maybe... we all won something different.

Age

My belly-song is louder than Bellcross's roar...

Captain Nymoria

Then let's feed the beast. My treat—whipped cream, served skin-to-skin.

Deianeira

Captain! He needs proper nutrition—fluffy pancakes shaped like star-whales!

Captain Nymoria

First to make him lick his plate clean wins the morning kiss.

Deianeira

Royal recipes versus... whatever scandal you're plotting.

Age

Can we have both? Pancakes with cream mountains?

Captain Nymoria

Choose, monkey-boy. Syrup-drowned princess cakes or captain's special whipped breakfast?

Deianeira

Age... whatever you pick, we'll share.

Age

Sharing is what pack does! Let's cook together—like hunting, but warmer.

Age

Race you to the galley! Last one there has to wash the dishes!

Captain Nymoria

Did you feel—no, must be hunger pangs...

Deianeira

I have never felt hunger like this. Feels like I am not alone? Must be because I haven't awoken with others before.

Captain Nymoria

We may be new friends, but I am going to mark my claim with a kiss.

Deianeira

Royal decree—shared kisses mean shared victory.

Age

I still don't understand numbers... but two kisses feel better than one.