...look like a monkey...

[forged_hero]

“You lack subtly,” Moist said to Mr. Fusspot, who beside him on the starlit beach was a third of the way through his latest Treat from the wardrobe and showing no signs of having his spirits dampened anytime soon. Turning from setting the small bonfire alight, he watched the small pug the same way an Ankh-Morpork socialite may watch a miscreant

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[self_named]

Duo shuffled across the sand with his hands in his pockets to stop right at the edge of the blanket to squint skeptically down at Moist.

"...You cracked, didn't you," he said mournfully. "It was one toddlers' birthday party too many."

[forged_hero]

Moist sniffed primly. "The suit isn't as shiny as it used to be," he said, and rolled gracefully to his feet. It was just denims and a tee-shirt advertising Pepsi in faded calligraphy.

"C'mere," he said, standing barefoot on the blanket and holding out his hand. "I...may...have told a slight aspersion of the truth with regards to the alum."

He flashed Duo a dazzling smile. "My deepest, most sincere apologies, birthday boy."

[self_named]

Duo was in the process of rolling his eyes, because no, really? Only then there was Moist-smell and Moist-warmth and-

"Mmnbirthday, wuh?" he said, pulling back from the daze he was happily slipping into to look frankly perplexed.

[forged_hero]

"The best thing," Moist confided, grinning down at him with a certain kind of smile. Tee-shirt and jeans or no, he could have easily been in a gold suit and spinning little, impossible dreams. "About being a conman? Is the liberty of making it up as you go along."

"And if I can make everything else up, then, well, what's pinning down one day?" His lips brushed Duo's temple.

He grinned blindingly. "Come on. It'll be fun."