Haha I finally decided to update this one, and heres Splendont! (its about time)
Few things to say first though, Sorry about the kind of short length of this one, I've been working pretty hard on the zombie au I've got going in my other HTF fic. This chapter has been sitting around for a while, so I decided to clean it up and post it.

Splendont blinked at the stranger in his house, quickly connecting the dots as he swept his gaze over the kid in front of him. Green hair, busted lip, not wearing a shirt underneath a blood-stained jacket, bruised knuckles. Not to mention the general aura of grumpiness surrounding him, there was no mistaking it. This was the dude Splendid rescued in the back alley from crime lord brats, yeah?

He grinned, waving slightly "Hey kiddo. You one of Splendid's friends?" he asked, pressing himself against the wall so Flippy could pass through the doorway. "I'm Splendont, his older brother. Everyone's in the living room, careful, it's a little crowded in there." He warned, in all honestly their house wasn't made to house so many people, at least not all in one room.

He watched as a look of realization crossed his face and the scowl set back into place, shrugging, he continued "I haven't seen you before, can I get your name?" There we go, that got him a reply. The green haired boy opened his mouth coldly informed him that his name was Flippy and after a short word of thanks, the kid squeezed past into the now fairly crowded room and was greeted with a chorus of Flippy! Courtesy of younger siblings.

Shaking his head fondly, he moved further down the hallway until he came to the door of his room and entering, closing the door softly behind him and dropping bag onto his bed with a dull thump. Crossing over to the window and opening it in a swift movement, he clambered onto the roof and laid back against the rough clay tiles, letting his eyes droop shut he settled down for an afternoon nap.

Flippy's head still vaguely ached, though it was nowhere near the throbbing pain it had been before, which was a plus, he supposed. He turned the corner and jumped in surprise at the sudden exclamations of his name.

Splendont had been right, the room that had seemed pretty spacious was now in a state of disarray, mainly due to Nutty, who was sprawled across the floor with Flaky. Coloring books littered the space around them, along with what looked to be a twenty four pack of crayons dumped out onto the cream colored carpet.

There were three more people situated in the room, all crammed into a large, slightly overstuffed armchair. His green eyes widened as he recognized them as what the school referred to as the 'golden trio' and for once, Flippy had to agree with them.

Toothy, a long and gangly teenager with a gap between his front two teeth, a slight overbite, grinned a bit nervously at him, brushing a strand of his straight longish, bright purple hair behind his ear. Flippy didn't smile back, instead cocking his head at the curious display in front of him. The boy had a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose and down his arms, half blind in one eye, one side of his purple bangs flopped over the damaged eye, hiding it from view, which Flippy supposed was the point.

His hands fluttered briefly, not sure where to put them with two people in his lap, before turning a light shade of pink and wrapping an arm around Giggles waist to secure her more firmly and slinging the other around Cuddles shoulder, drawing him a little bit closer.

Crammed halfway in his lap was his best friend, (or boyfriend, no one was quite sure what their relationship was anymore) Cuddles. His curly, dirty blond hair fanning out from under a dark brown newspaper boys hat with a grinning, black, rabbit head printed on the left side of the textured fabric. Looking quite comfortable and maybe a little too pleased with himself, he leaned against Toothy, a fingerless gloved hand tapping a rhythm out on the others denim covered knee.

On his other leg, with one slim hand fisted in the lavender flannel shirt and her own legs curled daintily underneath her, was Giggles. Dressed in a bubblegum pink suspender-dress with a white collared shirt underneath it, a red bow pinning part of her short, two-toned rose and pink, bobbed hair to the side completed the look of almost childish innocence radiating from her, Flippy wasn't quite sure if that was a ploy or not. Considering that what she had just whispered in Toothy's ear caused him to go beet red and for Cuddles' grin to turn more of a mischievous smirk, Flippy figured that she was more devious than she appeared.

From what he'd picked up from the whisperings of his classmates, the three had been together since grade school, Toothy and Cuddles having known each other since kindergarten and Giggles joining them at first grade. They were inseparable, and almost never seen apart for very long. It was hard to make sense of what most of the fuckers gossiped about though, there seemed to be the impression that the three of them were dating each other. At the same time. Shaking his head slightly, he resumed his sweep of the room.

Splendid was taking up more than half of the couch, long legs propped up against the opposite side of the couch, his head snapped up as he caught sight of Flippy in the doorway, his book falling to the floor with a muted thump as he got up and made his way toward him. Flippy watched the now all too familiar wide, enthusiastic smile spread across Splendid's face as he stopped before him, he said nothing for a few seconds, humming a few bars of a tune Flippy didn't recognize, the other boys blue eyes boring into his own. Flippy scowled at that, glancing away after a moment's time. His stomach forming into an uncomfortable knot, he had a strange feeling that Splendid could see right through him, and he didn't like it one bit.

Flippy made a move to push past the other boy, to tell him off for staring and being generally creepy when he felt a surprisingly strong arm wrap around his shoulders and guide him toward the couch where Splendid had been sprawled across mere minutes ago. His head snapped up to glare daggers at the cheerful teenager and growled out an irritated "What the fu-" He glanced toward the oblivious child a few feet away, and corrected himself. "-frick. What the frick do you think you're doing Splendid?" he finished, not bothering to resist and instead gingerly sitting down onto the couch, feeling himself be jostled as Splendid flopped down next to him and grabbing his fallen book.

Done and done. Sorry Flippy, Splendid is smarter than you give him credit for. I'm gonna get back into the swing of things for making Flippy's life a living hell pretty soon though, more of him being a snarky, cryptic, fucked-up-in-the-head babe with a a mountain of trust issues. So hang tight and drop a review if you want.