Toadette's Story

Chapter 62 - Having My Mouth Stretched

I’ve never used a bow and arrow in my life. It’s always been a weapon that seemed cool, but I’ve mostly seen it in movies and books. Ancient times, Valentine’s Day, all that grand stuff. But when I did envision them, I imagined they were the easiest tools to use in combat. Just pull back and let go.

But I soon would discover that mastering this weapon required more than just pulling and letting go. Aiming was crucial. While hitting close-up targets was easy, the real challenge was in hitting distant ones. Despite appearing to have a perfect shot, your arrow could still go off course.

It was on this night that I gained a newfound respect for the challenges our ancestors faced with these weapons. Sweat dripped down my face, my teeth clenched in concentration as I tracked the moving target. And as I drew back, I could hear the sounds of the string stretching to its limit.

The wind was blowing to the right. I had to perfect position. Time to release!

“Fuck you!” I threw the tool down. “I was literally on point!”

“I’m so glad you don’t play games online, ‘cause you’d murder everyone’s hearing.” DT grabbed the Wii controller and the other controller with the joystick. “Good thing you don’t do archery either.”

“Alrighty,” Penelope said, rocking back and forth on the couch, “who wins?”

In this game, Wii Sports Resort, every little game in it had its own scoring system. Minh T. recorded all of the points on her phone and was now doing the calculation. We bowled, shot hoops, took a swing at some leisurely golf, and wrapped up by shooting arrows.

“Fourth place: Dane T.” Minh T. raised an eyebrow. “How’d you lose in your own game?”

“I’m very overwhelmed today.”

“Third place… Brother and sister, boy.”

I smirked. “Revenge for the last time he beat me. Those dumb cows…”

“Second place… Congrats, Penny. You’re ahead of Toadette by a whopping 146 points.”

“All in the wrist,” she giggled, waggling the controller in the air. Her eyes then widened. “Wait, then that means…”

“Yes, it does.” Minh T. created a gap between me and Penelope. She hopped onto the couch with her knees first, causing her feet to dangle over the edge.

The Toad had sprinted up at least 20 flights of stairs, aiming to make her feet as dirty as possible. Despite having seen her feet dirtier before, they were still disgusting, with dust sticking to the soles like a magnet.

I started feeling a bit sick the more I looked at them. Luckily, I only had to suck on her left pinkie toe. It was chunky like the others, but still small overall. Penelope seemed absolutely repulsed by her feet as well, but all she had to do was suck on the right pinkie toe. And it was as if Minh T. granted her mercy, because that toe seemed to be mostly untainted.

But DT… Ouch. As if the boy’s tongue wasn’t dry enough from licking my feet early.

“Come on, guys.” Minh T. pursed her lips. “I wanna hear some sucking.”

“You can’t pick something easier for me?” The boy put his head down.

“You’d rather taste the bottoms of my flip-flops?”

He pouted. “Toes.”

Penelope knelt down and started sucking on her designated toe. With no intention to make a further scene, I followed the same. I also made eye contact with DT, silently inviting him to join us.

As nasty as the texture was in my mouth, the flavour was just… It was dirt and dust. Not a five-star meal, but there was a lot worse that she could’ve done. Or perhaps it was just that the pinkies were so tiny. DT had two large toes to fit in his mouth.

He gritted his teeth. Pushing aside the fear, he began to slip her toes inside his mouth.

Penelope and I were like infants sucking on some boobies. DT was like a baby sucking on two dirty, foot-scented pacifiers. And just like a baby, he had tears coming out his eyes. No sniffling, but it was clear that Minh T.’s feet were exceptionally salty in this moment. With all the dirt she could have accumulated on the staircase, it was no wonder her feet were so grimy. And DT had to endure this for a whole minute.

Apart from her mishap with me, it was incredible how well Minh T. concealed her foot fetish from everyone. Well, at least from everyone she considered untrustworthy.

If you walked in on this scene, seeing DT sucking on Minh T.’s homeless-looking toes, you wouldn’t find it too strange. And it was all because of her nonchalant attitude.

In fact, this was another thing I could learn from her…

“Alright, alright, I think you’ve got enough of that foot dirt down your throats.” Minh T. lifted her feet out our mouths. “Well done, little piggies.”

DT quickly ran to the sink to clean his mouth. As he complained about how sour my friend’s feet were, I approached her and whispered.

“You liked that?”

She looked stunned. But with a quiet giggle, she nodded.

It was 11:13, and Penelope, despite having a dirty mouth, was starting to rub her tired eyes. So we tidied up the living room, I gently kissed Penelope goodnight on the couch, and then I went to DT’s room.

You know, I’d never laid eyes on his room until this moment. It truly warmed my heart to discover that on his dresser, there were old drawings of me and him together. Well, were they old?

“I don’t care how gross her feet are,” he said, pushing bags of chips off his bed. “I’d do that all again just to laugh at your rage.”

I scoffed. “Screw you.”

“I mean, if you wanna go there, TT, you can screw me.”

“I think her grossness rubbed off on you.” I rubbed his cap, kissing it. “Night.”

“Think we can play something tomorrow?”

I shrugged. “I’ll find some way to make it interesting if we don’t.”

And now in my own bed, I had Minh T… She was sleeping on the correct side of the bed!? With her head where my head would be, and her feet where my feet would be?

“I didn’t feel like washing my feet,” she said with a yawn. “I ain’t gonna have you huffing dust all night, ‘kay?”

That worked for me, even though I’d miss seeing her feet. Once under the sheets, I couldn’t help but gaze at her for a moment. Her face was still glowing from the light of her phone. Gosh… I’d been so rude to her for much of this trip. She deserved something very special.

As she remained completely engrossed in her phone, I began to take deep breaths.

Smooch!

This wasn’t just a peck. It lingered for a while five seconds on her cheek. As a bonus, I playfully poked her with my tongue. The moment I touched her soft skin, she stopped everything she was doing.

I let out a sigh and leaned back on the pillows, setting my hand on her body. “Mmm…”

— SUNDAY: 2 days before the festival —

“I was having such a good night.” I was shivering on the balcony, phone in hand. The Sun wouldn’t be up for another four hours. “Why are you sending me 20 messages?”

“I get it, your family drama’s a big deal to you. But right now, Her Highness is demanding updates on her precious foot slave.”

“Did Penelope not bring a…” If she had brought a phone, I’d have spotted her using it. Perhaps Peach held onto it whenever they were outside of Toad Town. “Tell Her Highness that I’m fine and her daughter is safe.”

“Yeah, I did. And lemme tell you, she had that eye-twitching thing going on, which she likes to do when she’s very nervous. Newsflash, her faith in me is still on thin ice because of the whole coin microphone incident.”

I let out a frustrated sigh, desperately trying to keep myself from staying still as the floor froze my bare feet. I went on a long tirade about the fun day I had, the racing, the gaming, and all he could do was pop my excitement like a balloon.

“Toadette, if you don’t show up at the hotel by noon tomorrow, she’s gonna send me out to grab you myself. I’m not threating you, it’s just… I already know where you are, and I’m not gonna waste my time pretending I don’t.”

“If it’s such a big deal, then come pull me away. The Star Festival is in two days, meaning we’re gone in 96 hours. If she’s so desperate for a foot massage or whatever, she can chill and wait.”

A little bit of waiting on Peach’s part wouldn’t kill her. Had I not received that call, I could’ve enjoyed a quiet night’s rest. Luckily, I was able to drift back to sleep within ten minutes.

“I hope it doesn’t rain at the Star Festival with all this bad weather,” Penelope said, seeing that it was still drizzling this morning.

“I like to imagine they’re not so stubborn as to not reschedule stuff, but your mom never fails to surprise me.” I was laid out on the couch, eagerly anticipating the moment when a particular someone would finally wake up. Minh T. stroked my cap the whole time, treating me as if I were a pet in constant need of attention.

“It’s supposed to be sunnier right after this morning.”

“Yeah, that nasty kind of sunny,” I lamented. “The kind where it’s still hot and humid and your skin feels so heavy. I’ll just stay indoors until it cools down in the evening.”

“I think we should go out,” Penelope said.

“Same here,” Minh T. added. “We might need to head to the hotel, too. Check in with—”

“Come on, let’s just enjoy the free time we have.

Knock, knock, knock! KNOCK!

“Who the hell’s banging on my door like they ain’t got no sense!?” With a shriek that caused me to jump to my feet, my mom ran from the kitchen to the front door. After a few seconds, she looked at me confused. “You know a Captain Toad?”

I pulled that moron over to the elevators, fluffing my messy hair and showing my bare legs to anyone who came by.

“It’s eight in the morning…”

“Didn’t I tell you Her Highness was gonna send me to get you? You thought I was playing?”

“What does she want now?”

“First, you look absolutely delicious when you’re all angry and got that scraggly hairstyle…” He ran a finger through my hair. “You three didn’t do anything yesterday, right?”

“Don’t tell me it’s the Scapellis again.”

“What? Well… No, we haven’t any suspicious signs from them. Yet. I think. The princess just needs you there immediately.”

Glancing at his feet, I was disappointed to see them covered by those gleaming boots.

“It’s a real challenge figuring out which one of you cuties is more fucked in the head. Eh, at least you just like ‘em clean.”

“Look, I’m just beginning to fix things with my brother and even my…my mom.”

He shrugged. “And they can’t tag along?”

“Am I seriously expected to tell my brother that his big sister works as a slave who licks the princess’ feet?”

“A slave who triumphed over militant Shy Guys and faced an Electro Blooper. Let’s not forget you’ve escaped death three times from a crime family. Your résumé speaks for itself, Toadette. And besides, after hearing your ranting last night, it seems you’ve already showcased your talents to your mom.”

“Did I say that?”

He moved nearer, pointing down. When I saw it, I couldn’t help but gasp, my hand flying to cover my mouth as his heel slipped out his shoe. It was socked but still had me trembling. I quickly checked if anyone else was around in the corridor. All I could do was hope that Minh T. wasn’t spying through the peephole.

“You know, the Star Festival has a lot of feet-focused events,” he whispered.

“Minh T. gushed about them, don’t worry.”

“If you’re lucky, maybe you and I will play something together.” He put his foot back in his shoe. “Just keep those stinky feet away from my face, and it’ll be a blast.”

“Rude.”

While we patiently waited for the younger ones to finish getting ready, I found myself in the uncomfortable situation of having to introduce my mother to the guy desperate to get in my pants.

“You’re the kind of mom who would’ve gone ballistic if I even thought about dating your kid while she was living under your roof,” he chuckled. “My mom was the same. Shot down every girl who set foot in there, literally.”

“Explains a lot about you,” I murmured, feeling trapped in his firm grip as he refused to release my sweaty hand.

“But, ma’am, lemme tell you that your daughter is the cutest dumbass I’ve ever met in my life.” Oh, he kept going, believe it. “Toadette, or TT, or T. Ana, or whatever the hell her real name is—I gotta admit, being next to her gives me goosebumps, both the thrilling and the spine-tingling kind. She’s like a dirty treasure chest, you never know what you’re gonna get.”

“TT, if you ever dared to bring him home, I would’ve beaten his ass so bad that he wouldn’t even have one left.”

I burst out laughing, causing Minh T.’s eyes to widen. “Yeah, I see that.”

“And knowing my daughter, you’re just the kind of boy she would’ve chosen, aren’t you? Two rebellious Toads, both with raging hormones. That is a recipe for disaster.”

He tightened his grip on my hand. “Except while those bad boys aren’t doing anything after school, I proudly rock ‘Captain’ in my name.”

As DT stepped out of his room, sporting jeans and a shirt, he promptly nudged Captain Toad aside. From then on, we were inseparable, like two magnets.

“You seem to be doing better after that Scapelli incident, kid.”

“Ups and down, currently going up. So what exactly are we going to the castle for?”

“The hotel, not Toad Town.” He pulled a tiny notepad from his pocket. “Princess ain’t gonna make you do work. You’ll just be hanging with your sister while she’s tasked with… Toadette, you wanna look?”

As soon as I read the paper, my jaw dropped. “So she listened…”

“Heh. Alright, let’s catch the subway. Penelope, you have to come.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You gonna make me say it again?” He clapped twice. “Is everyone ready?”

DT looked back. “Mom, why are you still in pyjamas?”

“I’m not interested in interrupting TT’s job. You two go have fun.” She spun and smiled. But before we could step out, she grabbed Captain Toad by his shirt. “You’re gonna treat my girl right or I will send someone to personally rip your little dick off and chop it into bits.”

He gulped. “You got it, ma’am.”

And suddenly, I felt a bit giddy inside.

As there was still rain outside, even walking to the subway wasn’t the most comfortable. Heck, it was so windy that Minh T.’s flip-flop flew off of her foot. But once we were underground and in the cluttered vehicle, all we had to do was wait. I still had my brother trying to talk to me on one side, and another Toad who’s boner was definitely deflated after that encounter.

Emerging after the ride revealed that weather condition I couldn’t stand. Everything was hot and humid, as if we were in an outdoor sauna. Fortunately, the hotel was soon in sight.

“I never imagined you working for someone like her,” DT said.

“Neither did I.” I fanned myself as I walked up to the doors. “Now, I gotta go see her.”

“You implying I can’t go?”

“For right now, it’s better if just me and Minh T. go. Hang out with the kid, she’ll definitely keep your attention.”

When Minh T. and I rode the elevator to the top floor, a Toad in the hall lead us to some room. I walked in and immediately knew it had to be Peach’s proper room, not some weird kitchen like last time. And there she was, not even being so nice as to acknowledge our presence. Instead, it looked like she’d torn the room apart, and she was digging through a bin like a mouse looking for cheese.

“You know, Your Highness, your little errand boy told me one thing I could expect.” I waited for her to finally give me acknowledgement. “But he didn’t tell me everything you wanted me to do.”

She let out a huff. “Firstly, where were you for the past two days?”

“With all due respect, that was my free time, and I’m not obligated to tell you that.”

“Except you had my child with you, and therefore I should’ve been informed where you were planning on heading.”

“Should’ve told me that yourself before we left.”

Minh T. stepped in front of me. “We were at Toadette’s mother’s apartment, Your Highness.”

“Should that or shouldn’t that concern me?”

I rolled my eyes. “Safe there than here, where the Scapellis know our exact location. Now, can we get down to business?”

Peach stared before chuckling. She grabbed the two of us by the arms and sat us on the bed big enough to fit twenty people. As she continued to search in the large bin, she spoke oddly calmly.

“Star Festival preparations continue to run smoothly, thanks to my exceptional directing abilities this year. And fortunately, it seems you haven’t stirred up any more trouble with the Scapellis. Have you, Toadette?”

“You have spies. You tell me.”

“Fact is, they’re not going to be a problem this year. But your little endorsement of that teenager has caused a tiny issue to arise.”

“My what?”

“You’re the one who mentioned that girl to Princess Daisy,” she said, casually revealing a whip. “Toadette, do you honestly think you can just up and walk away from working for a crime family? After so many years? They’ll consider you a liability, and they’ll stop at nothing to either keep you with them or… You’ve heard of the Piantas in Rogueport, yes?”

I gulped. Did I accidentally set a hit out on that girl too?

“The Scapellis operate a little differently. They’re not quite as cruel as some other families in this regard. But unfortunately for you, little Acey here—or should I say Tina—grew a reputation for being the girl with a mouth in her academy days. And there is nothing criminals despise more than a potential snitch.”

“No way she could’ve told them anything,” Minh T. said, jumping to her feet. “She lives here. She’s gotta know how things work.”

“Oh, my dear Minh T., it’s sad. She lives here, but she spent most her life in foreign school where the biggest stakes involve a champion losing a tennis match. She’s a clueless child, completely oblivious to how the real world works. And besides, there’s more.”

“How much more!?” Minh T. began to pant.

“I imagine Captain Toad has informed you both about the fire at the Scapelli building by now.” She waited until I slowly nodded. “It seems that among all the evidence gathered, there was just one piece of DNA not linked to the Scapelli family in the criminal database. Care to guess who it belonged to?”

I gritted my teeth.

“Because they have her DNA, the Scapellis believe that Tina ignited that building.”

Huh? They had Ace’s DNA? But… It was just me, Penelope and DT who were in that building that night. And all of us should’ve left fingerprints behind. How did any of this make…?

“So where do we come in?” I asked. “Because now I have to rush to get her out of here.”

“We’ve already picked her up, and that alone was a big risk considering we’re not trying to attract any more eyes from the Scapellis, Toadette.” She looked me in the eye. “And because this mess is all thanks to you, I believe it’s only fair that you pay a price.”

“Which is?”

Peach chucked me a… What the hell was in front of me now? A sandal? It looked like it’d survived a war.

“Eat it.”

“Excuse me!?”

“As I said, it’s only fair you pay an appropriate price for all this trouble.”

I looked at Minh T. “Go grab…” And I bit my tongue. If I let it slip that DT was the one who set that building in flames, my ass would be on the line for letting it happen. Not to mention, you know, being his big sister who should’ve stopped him. Ugh… I’d have to take this one for him. However, the next time that we’re alone, he will pay.

Peach cocked her head, waiting for me to… She really wanted me to eat a sandal. A worn sandal.

“Your Highness, consider a more sensible punishment for my attempt to get somebody to a better life.” I forced a smile. “I only intended to do her good, not put you through all this trouble. I sincerely apologise for the inconvenience caused, but I beg you to spare me from enduring this ordeal.”

“You’re making a heavy ask, Toadette.” She rolled her eyes. “If you can’t handle eating a basic flip-flop, then eat my foot.”

“What!?”

“Not literally ‘eat’. Jeez. I’m just going to stretch that mouth of yours until it’s roomy enough to effortlessly accommodate all of my toes. And don’t even think about resisting, go it? It’s either Option A, flip-flop lunch, or Option B, the foot. Pick one.”

Well, only one made sense.

Peach was wearing her usual dress today, so I had no idea what state her feet were in. Knowing her, she was probably rocking high heels. Therefore, instead of dirt, I’d likely have to deal with sweaty feet. And even if sweat weren’t a factor, the sheer size of Peach’s feet would make sucking on them one hell of a challenge. I could swear that they were growing bigger every time they reintroduced themselves.

While I waited for this princess to give me any sort of instruction, I looked at Minh T.

“You might as well do something productive.”

“I think watching this will be very productive.” Suddenly she lit up. “In fact, if Her Highness doesn’t mind, I can help you learn how to deepthroat a whole foot.”

“Never in a million years would I have imagined that our darling florist was such a freak for feet.”

“Um…”

“You’re an intelligent freak, lighten up.”

“Thank you very much.” Minh T. bowed and immediately rushed to my side, laying me flat on my back. Jeez, she didn’t even give me time to control my own body. As I gazed up at the ceiling, she flashed a smile and started to give me instructions. “First thing, Toadette, is to control your breathing. The breathing is very important.”

“That’s easy.”

“Not for you. Every time you put your mouth on my feet, I see you breathing fast like you’re running a sprint. It’s fine when you’re just licking toes, but if you’re gonna deepthroat a foot like it’s a… You gotta breathe slowly, that’s the key. Just calm down. Clear your mind.”

“Now that right there is hard.”

And with that, the ground trembled. Peach’s left foot was a short distance away from me, while her right foot hovered directly above my face. Seeing those water droplets on her sole left no room for doubt—this foot was sweaty to the core. As I had implied, it seemed bigger than ever, casting a shadow over me. The idea of having to deepthroat it like a penis filled me with dread. I wanted to resist, in spite of her orders.

Then again, she had insulted my foot-licking abilities so much up to this point that I wouldn’t dare give her the satisfaction of calling me pathetic again. Bring it on, Peach.

“Here I come.” She slowly dipped her toes in my mouth until at least three of them were in. From there, I sucked on them lightly. They tasted so weird. It was like a mixture of sweat, lotion and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Not the most disgusting foot flavour I’d ever tasted, just weird.

But this wasn’t a simple taste test, remember. No, Peach’s foot slowly continued to push its way down my throat. Well, it attempted to. The fourth toe was struggling to break its way into my mouth, with Peach squirming the foot left and right and all sorts of directions to try and fit it in.

“Open wider for me, Toadette.”

Bitch, how? We’d just begun and my jaw already felt like it was on the verge of breaking. And the more pressure Peach applied, the more I began to sweat and fidget. I groaned when the fourth toe managed to join its siblings in my mouth.

“Keep breathing,” Minh T. sang, stroking my cap.

How!? They were giving me instructions that were impossible to follow. I felt like I couldn’t even breathe properly with that massive foot trying to clog my windpipe. I had been breathing through my nose, but it was still so unbearable, and it wasn’t because of the smell.

Peach’s relentless attempts to force her pinkie into my mouth caused my lips to ache more and more. Eventually, my previously relaxed hand clenched into a fist and started pounding the ground.

“Do try harder, Toadette.” Peach applied more pressure, with her pinkie continuing to tap on the outside of my mouth. “Show me that your foot worship skills aren’t completely worthless.”

I spat out her foot in an instant, gasping and allowing my lungs to finally expand. No matter how pissed Peach looked, I had to prioritise my own well-being over her want for her feet to be sucked on.

“Your Highness?” Minh T. stepped over me. “If you allow me to serve as an example, I can demonstrate to Toadette how she can fit your foot in her mouth.”

“This is a punishment for her, not for you.”

“Oh, trust me, I ain’t gonna see this as a punishment.” She licked her lips and got on her back. “Please stick it in me, Your Highness.”

“Yoo-hoo.” Peach kicked me, now lifting her other foot. “Your oh-so-talented friend is attempting to educate you.”

Minh T.’s mouth opened wide as Peach inserted her foot inside. She effortlessly swallowed it, with all five toes sinking further as I watched in astonishment. She held firm for what could’ve been twenty seconds or twenty minutes, never showing any signs of discomfort.

“Impressive.” Peach looked at me. “Take notes.”

“Not even sure why this is a useful skill.”

Peach took her foot out of Minh T.’s mouth, wiggling her wet toes with a creepy grin of satisfaction. Minh T. just sat up, smacking her lips.

“So what exactly was I meant to learn from that?”

“I wasn’t thinking about running out of breath, so did you notice me unable to handle Her Highness’ holy foot in my throat?” She chuckled, getting closer to me. “And her toes were all the way in the back of my throat, so yeah.”

As if that was supposed to reassure me. In no way could I endure having Peach’s foot in my mouth for such a long time. But maybe if I managed to fit all five toes in there for a decent amount of time, it’d placate this royal psycho. So, I snapped my fingers and got the lady’s attention.

Before even opening my mouth, I focused on slowing my breathing the best I could. It felt like I was shutting down all the engines of a colossal ship. As I kept a hand on my heart, I began to think of a soothing scenario in my mind. Unlike that egghead Russ T., I couldn’t simply clear my mind. Instead, I envisioned myself staring at the vast ocean, with my toes buried in the sand. In that moment, it was just me and the nice blend of blue and yellow colours.

Closing my eyes, I felt its intrusion into my mouth. Peach’s thick foot mapped out a straight route to my throat. The more my mouth expanded, the more I wanted to claw at her. Taking slow breaths was easier said than done when it felt like someone was suffocating you.

“Slowly,” Minh T. moaned, feeling how my stomach rose and sank.

Peach’s four toes had managed to enter, but the pinkie was once again excluded. It was like a cruel dentist was attempting to tear me apart. I let out a shrill cry as the small toe finally pushed through and united with the rest. With the princess’ sweaty toes completely in my mouth, she giggled and let her foot plunge even deeper.

“How deep does it go?” She wiggled her toes in my mouth, making me whimper. “How deep, Toadette?”

My breathing, once calm, quickly turned chaotic. Despite Minh T.’s pleas for me to remain calm, I scratched my palms with my trembling thumbs.

“You mentioned not understanding the usefulness of this,” Peach said. “Allow me to enlighten you. When we return to Toad Town, I plan to enjoy having a living foot warmer to keep me toasty as I fall into slumber.”

“Hmm!?”

“Consider yourself lucky that I’m merciful. Unlike Daisy, who’d have you working on her feet all day, all night.”

Peach removed her foot from my mouth, rubbing her spit all over my face.

Minh T. clapped like a seal. “For a novice, that wasn’t half bad, Toadette.”

“Whatever you say…” I couldn’t even bother wiping my tongue. All this liquid over my body just made me feel so nasty. “What comes now, Your Highness?”

“Simple. For security purposes, you’ll be staying at the hotel rather than being at that apartment or wherever you’ve been hiding.”

I raised a brow.

“Is that a problem, Toadette?”

“No…” I paused. “Yeah, it’s a problem. A big one.”

“Toadette…”

“Zip it.” I put a hand up to Minh T.’s face. “I can leave Penelope here, but I prefer to enjoy the limited time I have in this city with my family. Furthermore, there is no need for you to worry about me getting into any trouble with the Scapellis. Especially since I plan on largely staying indoors with my family.”

“Family this, family that. I appreciate your family’s importance to you, but there’s a high probability you’ll see them at the Star Festival, so what are two less days with them?”

I pouted like a daughter trying to coax her abusive mother to see reason for once.

Peach crouched to my level and whispered.

“You are not leaving.”