Gettin' Weird

HumDee and DumDee took their hands out of their jackets, sans any weaponry, and then looked to each other. HumDee was the first to give Yogu a proper response. He waved a hand, rolled his eyes, and tried to keep his voice from cracking.

"No worries, kid! It's all water under the bridge!"

"We've all been there."

Whether DumDee meant that everyone wanted to explode someone and failed, or if he meant that everyone had been in a situation where they were embarrassed about trying to make someone explode was unclear. It was also unclear whether he'd ever been in such a situation. His eyes were like glass, showing nothing of his emotional state and revealing nothing of his internal process. Though, perhaps, if one stared long enough... they would hear the screams.

As for Donût, he just watched Yogu pack away a whole pack of rice pudding. It was supposed to be his special dessert for a whole week, but... small sacrifices had to be made for the greater good. In this case, keeping Yogu from going possessed/demon mode again and getting dirty footprints all over Steel's ceiling. Or, worse, hurting someone.

The comment about Yogu's life being perfect for TV was completely ignored. HumDee and DumDee had no plans on getting another cash-cow, and anyone that said their life should be a show was a gloryhound with too much boring filler. People with actually interesting lives never thought their lives were particularly interesting, as the magical and amazing were rendered mundane with repeated exposure.

"Have a good nap, I'll check on ya later! Guest room is outside ma partition, through tha hall on yer right."

After Yogu went wherever he was going to nap... Donût, HumDee, and DumDee all looked at each other.

"So what does he mean by "crash"?"