The Lost Glitch of Sugar Rush
"Eyyyyyy~!"

tempus-felis:

littlelostglitch:

From the look of things, Vanellope hadn’t really wanted to get out of bed. When Icarus found her, she was still curled up on her little spongecake bed with her blankets partially draping off the bed and partly wrapped around her. His voice successfully woke her, though, and soon she lifted her head from the pillow to see who was there?

"Icarus…?"

Vanellope rubbed her eyes sleepily and sat up after a couple moments. She was still under the impression that it wasn’t quite time to wake up.

"What’re you doin’ here this early?" she asked, quite unaware that it was well past noon.

"Yeah, then what was this ‘really good dream’?" he asked, shrugging.

"I’m guessing something that involved food, because that’s definitely the stuff to keep you asleep until one o’clock."

"Well, there was good food, but that wasn’t the focus," she answered. It had been something she’d been hoping would happen for a while. A long while, actually. A sort of fond sigh passed through Vanellope’s nose as she prepared to explain.

"All of us were together. You, me, Tobi, Lightning… And Thunder, too. It was like everything was back to normal again."

"Eyyyyyy~!"

tempus-felis:

littlelostglitch:

From the look of things, Vanellope hadn’t really wanted to get out of bed. When Icarus found her, she was still curled up on her little spongecake bed with her blankets partially draping off the bed and partly wrapped around her. His voice successfully woke her, though, and soon she lifted her head from the pillow to see who was there?

"Icarus…?"

Vanellope rubbed her eyes sleepily and sat up after a couple moments. She was still under the impression that it wasn’t quite time to wake up.

"What’re you doin’ here this early?" she asked, quite unaware that it was well past noon.

"EARLY? Kid, it’s lunchtime."

"It is??"

Vanellope became more awake at that realization. She sat up a bit straighter and tried to think of why she could have slept as late as she had. The answer came soon enough, and when it did her expression softened a tad. She brought a hand to the back of her neck and rubbed it there sheepishly.

"Heh… I guess I did sleep a bit later than usual. I was having this really good dream, though…"

"Eyyyyyy~!"

From the look of things, Vanellope hadn’t really wanted to get out of bed. When Icarus found her, she was still curled up on her little spongecake bed with her blankets partially draping off the bed and partly wrapped around her. His voice successfully woke her, though, and soon she lifted her head from the pillow to see who was there?

"Icarus…?"

Vanellope rubbed her eyes sleepily and sat up after a couple moments. She was still under the impression that it wasn’t quite time to wake up.

"What’re you doin’ here this early?" she asked, quite unaware that it was well past noon.

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tempus-felis:

"Okee doke, Van-van." He smirked.

"I’m not sure that’s much better," Vanellope said, "but I’ll take it over that other name any day. …Or, y’know, you could follow Lightning’s example and gimme a name that’s got a sugary thing to it."

"ICARUS! Don’t call me Vanny! I hate that!"

"Heeey, Icarus. How you been doin'?"

tempus-felis:

tempus-felis:

"NNNGH." The feline raised his head from his comfortable, curled position. "Who dares disturb my slumberrrr?"

"Whatever’s left of it, I presume." He grinned, following behind her.

"Hey, what’s that s’pposed to mean? It’s not smashed, Icarus. I just haven’t used it in a while," Vanellope stated. It wouldn’t be much further, thankfully. She’d been walking with him behind her and Diet Cola Mountain couldn’t have been that far off. 

"Heeey, Icarus. How you been doin'?"

tempus-felis:

tempus-felis:

"NNNGH." The feline raised his head from his comfortable, curled position. "Who dares disturb my slumberrrr?"

"Sounds good to me." The boy nodded as he slipped on his casual white shirt. "So where is ol’ Sprinksmidge?"

"It’s right where I let it. In Diet Cola Mountain," Vanellope answered. It wouldn’t take that long to find, but making sure it wasn’t coated in a mountain of dust would be important. Who were they kidding, though? She’d been neglecting to practice and the kart had been left unattended for a time. Of course it would be dusty.

"So, c’mon. Let’s go see how it’s doin’," she said.

"Heeey, Icarus. How you been doin'?"

tempus-felis:

tempus-felis:

"NNNGH." The feline raised his head from his comfortable, curled position. "Who dares disturb my slumberrrr?"

"Sounds good to me, kiddo. So how about I get a shirt on, and we’ll drive your kart to the practice track."

"Okay!" Vanellope chirped. Her body gave in to a brief, excited little glitch spasm and she nodded eagerly. All that remained was getting the kart in question dusted off. She imagined that, with how long it had been since she’d practiced, the kart had accumulated a fair amount of dust.

"I’ll go get the kart all ready. Then we can go."

"Heeey, Icarus. How you been doin'?"

tempus-felis:

tempus-felis:

"NNNGH." The feline raised his head from his comfortable, curled position. "Who dares disturb my slumberrrr?"

"Excellent. Then how about we log some hours in the practice track? I’ll make it SUPER difficult this time, promise."

"All right!"

"That’s sure to help get my skills back up."

"Heeey, Icarus. How you been doin'?"

tempus-felis:

tempus-felis:

"NNNGH." The feline raised his head from his comfortable, curled position. "Who dares disturb my slumberrrr?"

"Okay…but it might be fun." He shrugged. "We could watch TV, go for a drive, or take Kohut’s giant ship out for fun?"

"How would we take Kohut’s ship? I haven’t seen ‘im around in forever," Vanellope said. Strange… Ever since Thunder had vanished, Orcus and Kohut seemed to have as well. She wouldn’t have commented on it normally, but it did give cause to wonder.

"…Driving I could do. I’m kinda sorta… Outta practice, though," she admitted. She hadn’t wanted to take the Sprinksmidge out and about, mostly because she feared that it would get seen or broken somehow. As a result, Vanellope’s driving skills had grown rather rusty.

"Heeey, Icarus. How you been doin'?"

tempus-felis:

tempus-felis:

"NNNGH." The feline raised his head from his comfortable, curled position. "Who dares disturb my slumberrrr?"

"Tell you what." He scratched his chin.

"Everything’s a little more exciting from a different perspective. How ‘bout…you ‘n me try switching bodies?"

"Are you sure you wanna do that?" Vanellope asked. Never mind how they would accomplish such a thing. The fact remained that Vanellope would never have wished her glitching on anyone, much less her brother. She bit her lip slightly and shoved her hands into her hoodie pockets as she prepared to speak again.

"You’d have to deal with my glitchin’… It’s not fun. Trust me."

psyducked:

now we’re talking

psyducked:

now we’re talking