We crept forward. The "bad hum" grew stronger, a low thrum that vibrated in my ribcage. Everkyun started to make his warning sound: a soft "brrrrrrr" like a motor about to seize.
I knelt down, scratching the exact spot behind his left ear that made his back leg kick. "That's why we're here, buddy. No sparkle-boar tusks, no new engine for the Sky-Sled. And no Sky-Sled means no racing in the Lumina Falls Derby." -my hunting adventure time everkyun-
Everkyun's star-patch blazed. Not the soft, sleepy glow of a content Kyun, but a searing, supernova white. He opened his tiny mouth and screamed —not a sound, but a pure, resonant note that shattered the fungal ferns around us into glittering dust. The "bad hum" became a "good roar." We crept forward
And Everkyun slept for three days straight, dreaming of giant, biteable moons made of cheese. I knelt down, scratching the exact spot behind
I scooped him up. His star-patch was dim, barely a flicker. "You crazy, stupid, brave little fluffball," I whispered, pressing him to my chest.
Everkyun went absolutely rigid. Then he did something he'd never done before. He stepped in front of me.