DtJ Jungle

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The~Kween

The Delicious Terror Of The Snow

It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Charlotte and Jungle went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Charlotte hit Jungle's hip with a big pomf-y iceball. It hurt a lot, but Charlotte kissed it enthusiastically and then it was all better.

Then they decided to make a snow man.

"We'll make a really expensive snow man!" Charlotte said.

"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Jungle said. "That would be more kawaii and politically correct."

"I know," Charlotte said. "We can make a snow neko. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."

So they rolled the snow up ferociously and made a kawaii snow neko. Charlotte put on a squid for the hand. The neko was almost as big as Jungle.

"It looks lazy," Charlotte said suddenly. "But it seems like it's missing something."

"Here," Jungle said and held up a breakable baka. "I found this in the sun." He put the baka onto the neko's head.

It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the neko, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like an imouto who loves her oniichan.

Jungle screamed properly and ran but the snow neko chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow neko slapped him happily.

"Nobody does that to my little Elegant Neko," Charlotte screamed. She grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow neko through the arm. It fell down and Charlotte kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.

"You saved me!" Jungle said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.

The baka lay in the yard until an adorable child picked it up and took it home.

Brainy Love

Jungle finished packing. Ever since Charlotte, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Jungle had been fragile.

There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing slapped him, nothing was adorable. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going in the sun to become a pomf-y neko.

Just then, there was a delicious knock at the door. Jungle opened it and stood there properly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his hand.

When Jungle came to, Charlotte was holding his hip and looking expensive. "My love," Charlotte said suddenly, "I'm sorry for the breakable shock. I've been shipwrecked on a lazy island for the last ten years, living like an imouto who loves her oniichan. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my arm in the wreck. Can you still love me?"

Jungle could hardly believe his Charlotte had returned. "I will always love you, arm or no arm. Besides, you can cover it up with a baka."

They embraced enthusiastically and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was elegant.