Chaos is best served with a side of snow and a slap of reality.
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"Guess I'm just built different."
A beat passed.
Then—
Ymir exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, though his eyes carried something deeper—understanding.
He had been ready to challenge Amel further, maybe press him with a few more questions, but now… there was no need.
He understood.
"So, what are you going to do now, Amel?" Eryndel asked, curiosity threading through her voice.
Amel leaned back slightly, tilting his head toward the sky as if contemplating something vast and unknowable. His gaze lingered on the horizon, the weight of unseen possibilities resting on his shoulders.
"Probably travel."
"Travel where?" Uzrul chimed in, her sharp gaze locking onto him.
A small, knowing smile played on Amel's lips. "Wherever fate takes me."
Uzrul snorted. "You sure are adventurous."
Eryndel glanced over at Yuno, who had been silently sipping her tea, unfazed by the conversation. "What about you, Yuno? Where are you going?"
Yuno, without missing a beat, set down her cup with a soft clink and answered, "I'm with Amel. So, wherever fate takes me."
Uzrul rolled her eyes. "No, she just likes Amel."
Yuno lowered her cup and gave Uzrul a flat look. "You got a problem with that?"
Uzrul raised her hands in mock surrender, grinning. "Not at all. Just saying, traveling together can get… intimate. You better hope Fate doesn't take you to a one-bed inn, or—"
Ymir groaned, rubbing his forehead. "Uzrul."
"What? I'm just saying, road trips do things to people. Long nights, cozy campfires, shared blankets—"
Eryndel coughed loudly, nearly choking on her own breath. Amel's face twitched as if trying to remain composed, while Yuno, ever unfazed, took another slow sip of her tea.
Uzrul smirked, leaning back as if she had won. "Hey, don't blame me. It's just the way the world works."
Amel exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. Then, without looking up, he muttered, "Says the person whose outfit is just 'air.'"
Silence.
Uzrul's eyes widened before she shot forward, pointing a finger at him. "Ooooh, so you have been looking."
Amel didn't even flinch. He lazily gestured toward her. "Not my fault if you're standing right there. But look—even your mother had enough decency to grab some clothes before coming here."
Eryndel's head snapped toward Uzrul, her eyes narrowing. "...He's right."
Before Uzrul could even protest, Eryndel grabbed her daughter by the wrist and yanked her away. "We are fixing this now."
A few minutes passed.
When they returned, Uzrul had been forcibly stuffed into black pants and an oversized green sweater. She crossed her arms, sulking like a scolded child.
Ymir, who had been standing silently the entire time, crossed his own arms and looked away, deciding it was best not to acknowledge whatever just happened between his wife and daughter.
"So," he said, shaking off the weirdness, "when will the two of you be heading out?"
Amel stretched his arms lazily. "Hard to say. But don't worry—we'll be out of sight before you know it."
"You're leaving?" Eryndel blinked, a hint of disappointment creeping into her voice. She had gotten used to having Amel around—it was fun, in a chaotic kind of way.
"Because Uzrul told us—" Amel cleared his throat and mimicked her voice in an exaggerated manner, "'You both better get out because my parents will start fucking around.'"
Silence.
A deep, heavy, suffocating silence.
Ymir's expression froze. Eryndel's jaw practically hit the floor.
Uzrul's eye twitched. "You fucking liar."
Both Ymir and Eryndel turned to her in unison, still too stunned to speak.
Amel simply shrugged. "Oh? I'm lying? Then why don't you ask Yuno? She was right there."
All eyes turned to Yuno.
Yuno, still unbothered, took another slow sip of her tea before nodding. "Yes. It's true."
Uzrul let out an offended gasp, throwing up her hands. "Blasphemy!"
No one paid her any mind.
Ymir rubbed his temples, exhaling through gritted teeth. "I don't even know how to react to this."
Because he knew what had actually been said. He had been listening through his golems. That conversation never happened.
Eryndel, still in shock, whispered, "Neither do I."
And just like that, the absurdity of the moment hung in the air, utterly undefeated.
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"You look good, by the way."
Amel said it casually, glancing at Uzrul's new outfit.
She immediately shot him a glare. "Fuck you."
She hated wearing clothes. They were itchy, restricting, and just plain icky.
The fabric clung to her skin like an unwanted parasite, suffocating her in ways she couldn't properly express.
She slumped forward, laying her head on the table in defeat, pointedly ignoring everyone.
Eryndel sighed, watching her daughter sulk. She had long since learned to pick her battles, and this was one she had already won—Uzrul was dressed, and that was all that mattered.
"So, what are your plans?" Eryndel asked, shifting the conversation before Uzrul's dramatics could drag on any longer. "Anything on your mind?"
"Yep," Amel said without hesitation. "Snow fight."
Eryndel raised an eyebrow. "With who?"
Amel smirked. "Anyone who joins me."
Uzrul suddenly lifted her head, eyes gleaming with renewed energy. "You're on, mister. I'm gonna fuck you up with a snow dildo"
Silence.
The words had left her mouth before she could stop them.
Right in front of her parents.
Two demons—one father, one mother—turned their heads slowly, eyes locked onto their little blue lamb.
A chill ran down Uzrul's spine.
Patak!
The first slap came from Ymir.
Patak!
The second slap followed immediately from Eryndel.
Uzrul yelped, clutching both sides of her head. "Ugh! Ouchy!" she whined, her voice warping into an almost inhuman cry of distress.
Eryndel exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We've been ignoring a lot of what you say, Uzrul, but there is a limit."
She opened her eyes, her gaze dark and unyielding. "Next time, it won't be just a slap. Understand?"
Uzrul shivered.
It wasn't the words themselves that sent fear creeping up her spine—it was the look on her mother's face.
That terrifying expression of absolute authority, the quiet warning that promised something far worse than a slap if she ever crossed that line again.
She swallowed hard and nodded.
Meanwhile, Amel leaned back in his chair, watching the whole ordeal unfold with mild amusement. "So, uh… snow fight's still on, right?"
Uzrul groaned, still nursing her head. "Oh, you bet it is."
Eryndel sighed, rubbing her temples. "I swear, I'm raising a lunatic."
Ymir simply nodded in agreement.
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After the snow fight
"What the fuck did you do?"
It was Ymir who spoke this time, his voice edged with disbelief. He couldn't believe what he had just seen.
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