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"writing": "\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b]Coutts, AB, March 1[/b]\n\n\n\nThomas stood, holding onto the bare wall of the van for balance as the border receded behind them.\n\nIt had worked.\n\n“How the fuck did it work?” he demanded, stepping over Limbani and Olavo, who were still fucking. The monkey wasn’t letting the fact the magic no longer needed to be powered stop him from having sex.\n\n“Magic,” the armadillo replied as Thomas dropped into the passenger seat. He glanced in his direction and smiled.\n\n“Yeah,” Thomas replied. “You guys said we were going to use magic, but how did that—” he motioned to the walls of the van and the dried cum that couldn’t be seen, “—made it so that no one heard Limbani screaming in ecstasy?”\n\nThey’d spent two hours jerking off in a rest area just south of the border, so Gilbert had cum to write on the walls. Then, as soon as the border came within sight, the three of them were ordered to fuck until he told them to stop. Thomas had done his best to be quiet. Olavo seemed to make an attempt, while Limbani couldn’t drop the volume below eight when he had sex.\n\nThe armadillo pulled his gaze away from Thomas’s naked crotch and back to road. “Right, you don’t remember—or haven’t actually done—the studying over the last six months I remember me and the guys helping you with.”\n\nThomas appreciated that Gilbert included it could be his memory of those events that could be wrong. Knowing all their memories had been altered hadn’t led to them agreeing on what had or hadn’t been. He did his best not to think about it, but anytime one of them acted like he should know something, like he was the only one with messed up memories, that nagging little voice at the back of his head started saying ‘what if they’re right?’.\n\n“Okay,” Gilbert said, and Thomas heard the trace of annoyance. “At its core, it’s just a misdirection phrase. One of those ‘there’s nothing interesting here’ sort of thing. To that I added a bunch of charging up phrases they put in houses that need to have sustained magic, because misdirection’s fickle as my uncle’s temper. They’ll also fail against active searches until you go all out and throw more power at them than you ever think you’ll need. Hence why I wrote everywhere I could. Not that any of this would have helped if they’d had a quad sniffing for drugs nearby. Our magic’s iffy around them for some reason, and you can bet they would have reacted to the smell of sex.”\n\n“It’s the—” Olavo grunted as he thrust. “—nose.”\n\nThomas looked at Gilbert, who shrugged. “The scent theorem’s weak. Sure, as a group we don’t use our sense of smell as much as canine quads, but if it was valid, at least some from the dog related species would be able to smell through it. And before you bring that up, the idea that it’s because quads fall under the domain of the Green Man is no more valid since out phrases can affect women.”\n\nThomas’s question for clarification on the Green Man was interrupted by Limbani screaming louder than even his usual and arching his back.\n\n“Is he really hyper-sexual, even by Society standard, just because he’s Limbani, or is it because he’s always using his power to see into his future that leaves him sex starved?”\n\nGilbert snorted. “It’s because he’s an Adesida.” He sighed as Thomas looked at him in confusion. “Right, memories. Limbani’s acting like just everyone in his family. The Adesida are a bunch of sex hungry guys with absolutely no restraints.”\n\n“Lies!” Limbani screamed, his voice going falsetto as Olavo slammed in. “My grandpa has a dungeon.”\n\n“See what I mean?” Gilbert said.\n\n* * * * *\n\n[b]Nanton, AB, March 1[/b]\n\n\n\n“Fuck, it’s cold,” Thomas said, closing the van’s door behind him. “And I thought Minneapolis and Bozeman were cold.” He sighed as the heat enveloped him.\n\nThey were somewhere south of Calgary, and what had been a quick run to the restaurant and back had left him doubting the existence of that thing they called warmth. The van reminded him it did exist, not that it should, with the walls stripped to the outside metal and the seats gone after the lightning caused explosion had basically turned them into slag. The mattress covering the floor couldn’t contribute anything in the way of insulation.\n\nBut of course, what happened on them was responsible for the heat, since that was, again, magic.\n\n“We’re at a higher longitude,” Olavo said, undoing his thick overcoat.\n\n“And altitude,” Gilbert said from the driver’s seat, “and they’re having a cold snap.”\n\nThe door opened and even the magical heat couldn’t keep the cold out as Limbani threw himself into Thomas’s arms. “Hold me, I’m dying of the cold.” The monkey started undoing the rat’s pants, causing him to chuckle, until frigid hands wrapped around his cock and balls and Thomas’s surprised scream joined Olavo’s curses as he hurried to close the door.\n\n“Oh,” the monkey sighed in pleasure. “You’re so hot.”\n\n“Great,” a woman said dryly, coming from the sound system. “I really hoped you’d get that out of your system before getting back in.”\n\n“Restaurants don’t have any privacy,” Gilbert replied.\n\nThomas fought to get the monkey’s hand out of his pants, which left him hard and leaking, and since he hadn’t gotten any new underwear still, exposed and in a hurry to pull his pants up. Hopefully she couldn’t see in the back using her brand of magic.\n\n“Didn’t know you guys cared about privacy,” Shila said.\n\n“We’re as vulnerable as anyone else when it comes to being arrested for indecent exposure.” Olavo sat in the passenger seat. “I hope that you’re calling to tell us you’ve located Grant.”\n\n“Narrowed where he should be,” she replied. “Heat Wave landed in Calgary half an hour ago. He rented a car, with a drop off in Red Deer, instead of returning it at the airport.”\n\n“Why aren’t they returning it there?” Limbani asked, taking his overcoat off. “How are they getting back?” he then started taking off his shirt.\n\n“Maybe they aren’t,” Shila said. “Magnet, Light, and Lullaby are in an SUV large enough to fit them and a handful of others if they have to. I can’t read their minds, just what’s floating on the net. And that’s telling me they’re going to Red Deer.”\n\n“It’s two hours from here,” Gilbert said, checking his phone before slotting it into the ignition and starting the van.\n\n“So we’re still behind them,” Thomas grumbled. “What’s the arrangement for me, once the two of us appear in San Francisco? I can’t count on Grant being able to keep me alive, since we have no idea what state he’s going to be in when we find him.”\n\n“The room’s mine until you need it. As for arrangement, what’s your preference?”\n\nThomas rolled his eyes. “Guy, cock, able to get hard and fuck me.”\n\n“That’s it?” Gilbert asked, looking over his shoulder in surprise before looking ahead again and getting onto the highway.\n\n“I’m going to be dying,” Thomas said. “That’s not the time to be picky.”\n\n“Give the guys nice muscle,” Limbani said, pushing himself up between the seats and blocking Thomas’s view with his bare ass. “Our Thomas loves himself good muscles on those bones, along with a good thick boner.”\n\nShe sighed. “Now I’m regretting agreeing to handle that part of the rescue. I’ll make sure there’s two guys in the adjoining room, and the moment you and Grant show up, they’ll be there to keep you alive.”\n\n“Wait, there was a room connected to our suite?” Thomas asked, trying to remember where they might have been a door he hadn’t opened.\n\n“Not officially,” Olavo stated. “But it’s a Society hotel, so being able to move between rooms without using the hall is considered an advantage. Shila, do you have any image of the people hunting Grant? Knowing what they look like will make our job easier.”\n\n“Images are being added to your external drives,” she said after a few seconds. “Now, about Grant. He’s going to be mobile on top of being warded. Beyond that, your monkey’s going to have better odds of finding him than I will.”\n\n“Which means I’m going to need energy,” Limbani said, wriggling his ass in Thomas’s face.\n\nThomas looked to Olavo, but the capybara shook his head.\n\n“No, I kept him satisfied after the border. Now it’s your turn to satiate the insatiable.”\n\n* * * * *\n\n[b]Red Deer, AB, March 1[/b]\n\n\n\nThomas slammed the door to his hotel room in the monkey’s face.\n\nHis room, by himself.\n\nThe trip from Kansas City had taught him two things. One, if he couldn’t teleport there, he was flying. He didn’t care if he did so coach, or in a container, but he was not driving anywhere further than a couple of hours ever again.\n\nTwo, he was never, ever, going to South Africa.\n\nWith Gilbert bringing up his family’s reputation, Limbani had waxed nostalgic about them, the things they got up to, and how his brothers were going to love Thomas. They weren’t actually his brothers; the monkey had explained, but nephews, cousins and uncles, who had been raised together. Adesida tradition was for each man to only have one child at a time, but all the boys were raised as one group by all the men. The two with Limbani in the pictures the monkey always on his desk in his room at the frat, were a nephew and uncle he was especially close to.\n\nThomas had finally started to relax, seated on the edge of the bed, when the door connecting both rooms opened. The horror vanished when he saw it was Olavo in the doorway, instead of Limbani. The monkey was on the bed, legs over the armadillo’s shoulders and screaming in delight.\n\n“I want to be alone,” Thomas said firmly.\n\nThe capybara raised his hand. “I’m just letting you know that as soon as they’re done, we’re ordering food and figuring out a plan.”\n\n“As soon as they’re done?” Thomas asked, the amusement eclipsing his annoyance. “You’re actually waiting until the heat death of the universe before eating?”\n\nOlavo looked over his shoulder. “Right. Once Gil’s done. Limbani can go without for a while.”\n\n“I pick the food,” Thomas stated. He was not having another two hundred dollar meal.\n\n* * * * *\n\n[b]Red Deer, AB, March 1[/b]\n\n\n\nThomas sighed in delight as he ate the slice of pizza.\n\nHe’d been worried at how easily Olavo and Gilbert had agreed with his choice of meal. Yes, everyone loved pizza, but when it came to the kind of money they had, those could be something like one strand of cheese from that one exclusive quad goat in the Himalayas everyone with money talked about, on a cracker made from extra special wheat that had gone through some bird’s digestive system.\n\nInstead, Olavo had returned with two pizzas in proper pizza boxes, even if the name was not one Thomas had ever heard of before, and while the quality of the ingredients was higher than what he and Paul would order from the local pizza joint. It was actually a pizza.\n\nHe looked at the map projected above the table and some of his enjoyment soured. “That’s a lot of park space.” He pointed to the green zones. “Even if he stays close to the interstate access point, he can easily lose himself in all that space. He’s used to roughing it.” He frowned. “I think.”\n\nLimbani’s moan was sexual as he sucked on the cheese-filled crust, but they’d stopped reacting to his antics after the fourth slice.\n\n“I think this is beyond roughing it,” Olavo said, looking up from his phone. “They’re calling for a low of minus thirty-five degree Celsius. I don’t know if magic can let him survive that.”\n\n“What’s that in real temperature?” Gilbert asked between bites.\n\n“It’s suck my cock cold, Rowling,” the capybara replied, grinning. “The city has a thriving housing market. It’d been easy enough for him to squat in one of them. Even without power, the insulation would make whatever magic he’s using more effective.”\n\n“That’s if he bothers with a house at all,” Gilbert said, putting the beer can down.\n\n“You have an alternative?” Olavo asked. \n\n“Depends, you going to suck the heat out of my cock for it?” the armadillo grinned as he turned to show the capybara his hard cock.\n\n“Can you two sixty-nine later?” Thomas asked, trying to mask his annoyance at their behavior. “After we have a plan to find my friend?”\n\n“How about we all one-thirty-eight it?” Limbani asked. \n\nThomas stared at him.\n\n“Come on, it’s not that hard.” The monkey snorted. “Unlike me. If two guys sucking each other off is a sixty-nine, then the four of us in a daisy chain is one-thirty-eight.”\n\nOlavo rolled his eyes. “Someone needs to shove their cock in his mouth so he can’t spout stuff like that.”\n\n“After we have a plan of action,” Thomas re-stated. “So out with it, Gilbert.”\n\n“It’s already out,” Limbani said. “You can touch and confirm it.”\n\n“You better have warmed your hands,” the armadillo told the monkey, “before even thinking of touching it. You’re not getting me to scream like you did Thomas in the car.”\n\n“But you’re so hot too,” the monkey said, making eyes at Gilbert and scooting his chair closer.\n\n“I swear to God,” Thomas said. “If you don’t stop side-tracking us, Limbani, I’m throwing you outside for the night.”\n\nThe monkey grinned and opened his mouth.\n\n“I wouldn’t,” Olavo warned. “I think Thomas has reached his limit.”\n\n“Sorry,” Limbani said, shrinking in on himself slightly. “I was just trying to keep the mood light.”\n\nIt took a handful of slow breath for Thomas to calm enough his voice was steady. “Gilbert?”\n\n“Speaking as someone who spent a lot of energy on his van, What Thomas told us of him makes me think he did a lot to it. That he either cares about it a lot, or about being in one. With all the traveling he does, I’m thinking the latter is a strong possibility. Also, do we really think he walked all the way here? We know the truck he had when he picked up Thomas is still impounded, so I’m thinking he found another one and—”\n\n“There’s another reason that it makes sense,” Thomas said, remembering some things Grant had explained. “The way he makes himself harder to find is by using the concept of his truck being in motion. Something about him having already moved on from where people are searching for him. He’d definitely go for that again.”\n\n“We can ask around the shops,” Gilbert said. “I doubt kangaroos are all that common around here.”\n\n“Craft stores too,” Thomas said. “He prefers working with wood, but arts and crafts are also part of how his magic works.” He paused, the lack of reaction from them taking him by surprise. “You’re not finding it strange that he does magic with crafts?”\n\n“Our magic’s powered by putting our cock in other guys,” Limbani said, “and getting cocks put into us,” he added with a hopeful smile.\n\n“I’m not going to say I get how that works,” Gilbert said, “but I’m not going to be surprised that it does.”\n\n“I guess this is all still so new to me.” He drained the can of coke. “Okay, then as soon as it’s light tomorrow, we split up and go looking into the housing situation for squatters, and the auto shops and craft stores in case anyone remembers a kangaroo. Agreed?”\n\nGilbert and Olavo nodded.\n\n“Yes!” Limbani exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “We have a plan!” he pulled Thomas out of his chair. “Now you’re going to charge me so I can do minute by minute checks without keeling over, the way you’re going to do after teleporting the kangaroo away from here.”\n\nThomas glared at the smirking capybara as he was pushed on the bed. “You are so taking him tomorrow.”",
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Coutts, AB, March 1
Thomas stood, holding onto the bare wall of the van for balance as the border receded behind them.
It had worked.
“How the fuck did it work?” he demanded, stepping over Limbani and Olavo, who were still fucking. The monkey wasn’t letting the fact the magic no longer needed to be powered stop him from having sex.
“Magic,” the armadillo replied as Thomas dropped into the passenger seat. He glanced in his direction and smiled.
“Yeah,” Thomas replied. “You guys said we were going to use magic, but how did that—” he motioned to the walls of the van and the dried cum that couldn’t be seen, “—made it so that no one heard Limbani screaming in ecstasy?”
They’d spent two hours jerking off in a rest area just south of the border, so Gilbert had cum to write on the walls. Then, as soon as the border came within sight, the three of them were ordered to fuck until he told them to stop. Thomas had done his best to be quiet. Olavo seemed to make an attempt, while Limbani couldn’t drop the volume below eight when he had sex.
The armadillo pulled his gaze away from Thomas’s naked crotch and back to road. “Right, you don’t remember—or haven’t actually done—the studying over the last six months I remember me and the guys helping you with.”
Thomas appreciated that Gilbert included it could be his memory of those events that could be wrong. Knowing all their memories had been altered hadn’t led to them agreeing on what had or hadn’t been. He did his best not to think about it, but anytime one of them acted like he should know something, like he was the only one with messed up memories, that nagging little voice at the back of his head started saying ‘what if they’re right?’.
“Okay,” Gilbert said, and Thomas heard the trace of annoyance. “At its core, it’s just a misdirection phrase. One of those ‘there’s nothing interesting here’ sort of thing. To that I added a bunch of charging up phrases they put in houses that need to have sustained magic, because misdirection’s fickle as my uncle’s temper. They’ll also fail against active searches until you go all out and throw more power at them than you ever think you’ll need. Hence why I wrote everywhere I could. Not that any of this would have helped if they’d had a quad sniffing for drugs nearby. Our magic’s iffy around them for some reason, and you can bet they would have reacted to the smell of sex.”
“It’s the—” Olavo grunted as he thrust. “—nose.”
Thomas looked at Gilbert, who shrugged. “The scent theorem’s weak. Sure, as a group we don’t use our sense of smell as much as canine quads, but if it was valid, at least some from the dog related species would be able to smell through it. And before you bring that up, the idea that it’s because quads fall under the domain of the Green Man is no more valid since out phrases can affect women.”
Thomas’s question for clarification on the Green Man was interrupted by Limbani screaming louder than even his usual and arching his back.
“Is he really hyper-sexual, even by Society standard, just because he’s Limbani, or is it because he’s always using his power to see into his future that leaves him sex starved?”
Gilbert snorted. “It’s because he’s an Adesida.” He sighed as Thomas looked at him in confusion. “Right, memories. Limbani’s acting like just everyone in his family. The Adesida are a bunch of sex hungry guys with absolutely no restraints.”
“Lies!” Limbani screamed, his voice going falsetto as Olavo slammed in. “My grandpa has a dungeon.”
“See what I mean?” Gilbert said.
* * * * *
Nanton, AB, March 1
“Fuck, it’s cold,” Thomas said, closing the van’s door behind him. “And I thought Minneapolis and Bozeman were cold.” He sighed as the heat enveloped him.
They were somewhere south of Calgary, and what had been a quick run to the restaurant and back had left him doubting the existence of that thing they called warmth. The van reminded him it did exist, not that it should, with the walls stripped to the outside metal and the seats gone after the lightning caused explosion had basically turned them into slag. The mattress covering the floor couldn’t contribute anything in the way of insulation.
But of course, what happened on them was responsible for the heat, since that was, again, magic.
“We’re at a higher longitude,” Olavo said, undoing his thick overcoat.
“And altitude,” Gilbert said from the driver’s seat, “and they’re having a cold snap.”
The door opened and even the magical heat couldn’t keep the cold out as Limbani threw himself into Thomas’s arms. “Hold me, I’m dying of the cold.” The monkey started undoing the rat’s pants, causing him to chuckle, until frigid hands wrapped around his cock and balls and Thomas’s surprised scream joined Olavo’s curses as he hurried to close the door.
“Oh,” the monkey sighed in pleasure. “You’re so hot.”
“Great,” a woman said dryly, coming from the sound system. “I really hoped you’d get that out of your system before getting back in.”
“Restaurants don’t have any privacy,” Gilbert replied.
Thomas fought to get the monkey’s hand out of his pants, which left him hard and leaking, and since he hadn’t gotten any new underwear still, exposed and in a hurry to pull his pants up. Hopefully she couldn’t see in the back using her brand of magic.
“Didn’t know you guys cared about privacy,” Shila said.
“We’re as vulnerable as anyone else when it comes to being arrested for indecent exposure.” Olavo sat in the passenger seat. “I hope that you’re calling to tell us you’ve located Grant.”
“Narrowed where he should be,” she replied. “Heat Wave landed in Calgary half an hour ago. He rented a car, with a drop off in Red Deer, instead of returning it at the airport.”
“Why aren’t they returning it there?” Limbani asked, taking his overcoat off. “How are they getting back?” he then started taking off his shirt.
“Maybe they aren’t,” Shila said. “Magnet, Light, and Lullaby are in an SUV large enough to fit them and a handful of others if they have to. I can’t read their minds, just what’s floating on the net. And that’s telling me they’re going to Red Deer.”
“It’s two hours from here,” Gilbert said, checking his phone before slotting it into the ignition and starting the van.
“So we’re still behind them,” Thomas grumbled. “What’s the arrangement for me, once the two of us appear in San Francisco? I can’t count on Grant being able to keep me alive, since we have no idea what state he’s going to be in when we find him.”
“The room’s mine until you need it. As for arrangement, what’s your preference?”
Thomas rolled his eyes. “Guy, cock, able to get hard and fuck me.”
“That’s it?” Gilbert asked, looking over his shoulder in surprise before looking ahead again and getting onto the highway.
“I’m going to be dying,” Thomas said. “That’s not the time to be picky.”
“Give the guys nice muscle,” Limbani said, pushing himself up between the seats and blocking Thomas’s view with his bare ass. “Our Thomas loves himself good muscles on those bones, along with a good thick boner.”
She sighed. “Now I’m regretting agreeing to handle that part of the rescue. I’ll make sure there’s two guys in the adjoining room, and the moment you and Grant show up, they’ll be there to keep you alive.”
“Wait, there was a room connected to our suite?” Thomas asked, trying to remember where they might have been a door he hadn’t opened.
“Not officially,” Olavo stated. “But it’s a Society hotel, so being able to move between rooms without using the hall is considered an advantage. Shila, do you have any image of the people hunting Grant? Knowing what they look like will make our job easier.”
“Images are being added to your external drives,” she said after a few seconds. “Now, about Grant. He’s going to be mobile on top of being warded. Beyond that, your monkey’s going to have better odds of finding him than I will.”
“Which means I’m going to need energy,” Limbani said, wriggling his ass in Thomas’s face.
Thomas looked to Olavo, but the capybara shook his head.
“No, I kept him satisfied after the border. Now it’s your turn to satiate the insatiable.”
* * * * *
Red Deer, AB, March 1
Thomas slammed the door to his hotel room in the monkey’s face.
His room, by himself.
The trip from Kansas City had taught him two things. One, if he couldn’t teleport there, he was flying. He didn’t care if he did so coach, or in a container, but he was not driving anywhere further than a couple of hours ever again.
Two, he was never, ever, going to South Africa.
With Gilbert bringing up his family’s reputation, Limbani had waxed nostalgic about them, the things they got up to, and how his brothers were going to love Thomas. They weren’t actually his brothers; the monkey had explained, but nephews, cousins and uncles, who had been raised together. Adesida tradition was for each man to only have one child at a time, but all the boys were raised as one group by all the men. The two with Limbani in the pictures the monkey always on his desk in his room at the frat, were a nephew and uncle he was especially close to.
Thomas had finally started to relax, seated on the edge of the bed, when the door connecting both rooms opened. The horror vanished when he saw it was Olavo in the doorway, instead of Limbani. The monkey was on the bed, legs over the armadillo’s shoulders and screaming in delight.
“I want to be alone,” Thomas said firmly.
The capybara raised his hand. “I’m just letting you know that as soon as they’re done, we’re ordering food and figuring out a plan.”
“As soon as they’re done?” Thomas asked, the amusement eclipsing his annoyance. “You’re actually waiting until the heat death of the universe before eating?”
Olavo looked over his shoulder. “Right. Once Gil’s done. Limbani can go without for a while.”
“I pick the food,” Thomas stated. He was not having another two hundred dollar meal.
* * * * *
Red Deer, AB, March 1
Thomas sighed in delight as he ate the slice of pizza.
He’d been worried at how easily Olavo and Gilbert had agreed with his choice of meal. Yes, everyone loved pizza, but when it came to the kind of money they had, those could be something like one strand of cheese from that one exclusive quad goat in the Himalayas everyone with money talked about, on a cracker made from extra special wheat that had gone through some bird’s digestive system.
Instead, Olavo had returned with two pizzas in proper pizza boxes, even if the name was not one Thomas had ever heard of before, and while the quality of the ingredients was higher than what he and Paul would order from the local pizza joint. It was actually a pizza.
He looked at the map projected above the table and some of his enjoyment soured. “That’s a lot of park space.” He pointed to the green zones. “Even if he stays close to the interstate access point, he can easily lose himself in all that space. He’s used to roughing it.” He frowned. “I think.”
Limbani’s moan was sexual as he sucked on the cheese-filled crust, but they’d stopped reacting to his antics after the fourth slice.
“I think this is beyond roughing it,” Olavo said, looking up from his phone. “They’re calling for a low of minus thirty-five degree Celsius. I don’t know if magic can let him survive that.”
“What’s that in real temperature?” Gilbert asked between bites.
“It’s suck my cock cold, Rowling,” the capybara replied, grinning. “The city has a thriving housing market. It’d been easy enough for him to squat in one of them. Even without power, the insulation would make whatever magic he’s using more effective.”
“That’s if he bothers with a house at all,” Gilbert said, putting the beer can down.
“You have an alternative?” Olavo asked.
“Depends, you going to suck the heat out of my cock for it?” the armadillo grinned as he turned to show the capybara his hard cock.
“Can you two sixty-nine later?” Thomas asked, trying to mask his annoyance at their behavior. “After we have a plan to find my friend?”
“How about we all one-thirty-eight it?” Limbani asked.
Thomas stared at him.
“Come on, it’s not that hard.” The monkey snorted. “Unlike me. If two guys sucking each other off is a sixty-nine, then the four of us in a daisy chain is one-thirty-eight.”
Olavo rolled his eyes. “Someone needs to shove their cock in his mouth so he can’t spout stuff like that.”
“After we have a plan of action,” Thomas re-stated. “So out with it, Gilbert.”
“It’s already out,” Limbani said. “You can touch and confirm it.”
“You better have warmed your hands,” the armadillo told the monkey, “before even thinking of touching it. You’re not getting me to scream like you did Thomas in the car.”
“But you’re so hot too,” the monkey said, making eyes at Gilbert and scooting his chair closer.
“I swear to God,” Thomas said. “If you don’t stop side-tracking us, Limbani, I’m throwing you outside for the night.”
The monkey grinned and opened his mouth.
“I wouldn’t,” Olavo warned. “I think Thomas has reached his limit.”
“Sorry,” Limbani said, shrinking in on himself slightly. “I was just trying to keep the mood light.”
It took a handful of slow breath for Thomas to calm enough his voice was steady. “Gilbert?”
“Speaking as someone who spent a lot of energy on his van, What Thomas told us of him makes me think he did a lot to it. That he either cares about it a lot, or about being in one. With all the traveling he does, I’m thinking the latter is a strong possibility. Also, do we really think he walked all the way here? We know the truck he had when he picked up Thomas is still impounded, so I’m thinking he found another one and—”
“There’s another reason that it makes sense,” Thomas said, remembering some things Grant had explained. “The way he makes himself harder to find is by using the concept of his truck being in motion. Something about him having already moved on from where people are searching for him. He’d definitely go for that again.”
“We can ask around the shops,” Gilbert said. “I doubt kangaroos are all that common around here.”
“Craft stores too,” Thomas said. “He prefers working with wood, but arts and crafts are also part of how his magic works.” He paused, the lack of reaction from them taking him by surprise. “You’re not finding it strange that he does magic with crafts?”
“Our magic’s powered by putting our cock in other guys,” Limbani said, “and getting cocks put into us,” he added with a hopeful smile.
“I’m not going to say I get how that works,” Gilbert said, “but I’m not going to be surprised that it does.”
“I guess this is all still so new to me.” He drained the can of coke. “Okay, then as soon as it’s light tomorrow, we split up and go looking into the housing situation for squatters, and the auto shops and craft stores in case anyone remembers a kangaroo. Agreed?”
Gilbert and Olavo nodded.
“Yes!” Limbani exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “We have a plan!” he pulled Thomas out of his chair. “Now you’re going to charge me so I can do minute by minute checks without keeling over, the way you’re going to do after teleporting the kangaroo away from here.”
Thomas glared at the smirking capybara as he was pushed on the bed. “You are so taking him tomorrow.”",
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