(I was very sad for a while, but then I found a semi-new little series to write about and i finally think it's good enough to try posting again. i'm really dorry for last time, and i hope you all enjoy this new little silly romp. Have Fun!)

Chapter 1 - Foot in my Rips (Now they're Unsanitary)

At 4:30 in the morning on a school night you expect sleep, quietness, maybe the soft scuffle of a mouse or a distant drug dealer.

Not an easy 100 pound of Murian slamming on to your chest after breaking into your nearby window, whilst screaming at the top of his lungs, "CURSE YOU AND YOUR CULTURE'S SECRETS! I RELENT THAT I MUST LEARN ABOUT THIS RIDICULOUS MEANDERING TRADITION OF YOUR WORLD; TEACH ME OF THE FRIEND PROCESS."

Huffing and puffing from the shear exertion, glaring at me like I burned down his house and the orphanage he spent all his life working towards while his lovely wife was still trapped in there, teeth grit like a starved hyena ready to maul out my throat…

Yeah it's Solo, "…Good morning, how may I help you…?"

"TEACH ME TO FRIEND."

My mom popped her head into the door mildly concerned, "Geo is everything ok?" she saw Solo, "Oh hello there lil' Bly!" and started waving nonchalantly.

"SOLO! My name is SOLO! Not BLY!" fists clenching in fury, "…and I am not little!" 'anymore' he thought I didn't hear.

Mom snickered and merely slunk away all mom-aly.

Realizing I maybe love oxygen a bit more then previously I wheezed a quiet, "Yooooo c-can…t…b…th…." Slightly raising my arm to his foot lightly pushing (mostly to give a hint to get the hell off, not push him over and kill him from the drop probably).

He stomped my hand in response, "Don't you dare put your flighty unworthy hands upon-" then seemed to realize something then grudgingly walked off me. Plopping noisily beside me, foot seemingly on purpose digging into my ribs.

Rolling over, groggy glare attempting to look him into his far more awake one, "So…what's this about…about…secret…processes…?" A quick roll of my eyes to briefly poke my old transfer (affectionately called OmegaXis's summer cottage), "Oi. Bucking Broncho you suddenly ok with random intruders?"

"Saddap and sleep damn it…"

"Great. Good talk. So…Solo…"

He yanked me by my collar, "Teach me the friendship!"

Blink. "…excuse me?"

"Teach me the source of your power! I shall find it, understand it, and crush it from within its own fragile existence! Teach me!"

Huh. "Well then…uh…I'm- happy to help? Yeah…just ah…after school hm? It's Thursday you know."

"You all and your accursed time system! Fine then. I accept your terms. I await your infernal return from school." He pointed his nose up all proudly with his arms cross.

"Yeah…cool. Neato potatos." I snuggled back into my covers (relocating that damn foot to a less obnoxious spot) and tried to sleep.

...

Never knew I didn't like being glowered at while I sleep, but I do! Must be that natural human aversion to sharp deadly objects being jammed into them.

"…You can leave you know. Maybe lie on the floor and catch some Z's?"

"I am not foolish enough to let you out of my sight." He said with a low purr, "Gotta problem with that…?"

Yes. Very much so. "…Nope. Good night Solo."

"Silence."

(Bloop Bloop, whatcha think? I'm going to add more so keep your eyes peeled.)