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Toon force is an incredibly weird ability to have.
Oh sure, the more you practiced and the more experience you acquire does help you unlock the limitlessly silly abilities this entails. But among the Toon force users, it's not unheard to just have a new power... completely pop up from out of nowhere In fact, it's almost expected.
Desmond has heard stories from his family. His father Filbert, for example, randomly gained the ability to turn anything and everything around him into his own personal musical number. His uncles (Filbert's younger brothers) Ferdinand, Filipe, Flavio, and Fabian have similar stories of suddenly gaining ridiculous amounts of strength or the ability to literally turn someone into a weapon.
One morning, as the black Labrador pulled himself out of bed, he was greeted by a passionate smooch on the cheek, courtesy of his Atarah.
"Morning, sleepyhead!" She cooed.
"Yeah, yeah." Desmond yawned as he stretched.
He watched his girl leave the bedroom, admiring the sway of her hips as he walked and the cloud floating above her head-
"Hang on, stop right there!"
He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't just hallucinating. He followed her out into the kitchen.
As she was prepping the table, sure enough the cloud was there. But what really caught his eye was the words written on it. This was not a cloud at all; it was a thought bubble. He was LITERALLY reading her thoughts right now. What was written on it? Well-
"I'll spare you the graphic details." Desmond hastily whispered to me. "She's on her cuckquean fetish again."
"Desmond! Come on!" She called. "I made your favorite."
With that, he sat down to join her for breakfast. All while trying and failing to ignore the obscene thoughts being typed out in her head. Atarah noticed Desmond staring at something.
"Something wrong?" She asked.
"Huh?!" Desmond snapped back. "Nope. Just zoned out a bit.
"Okay," Desmond mused as he walked down the pavement. "One one hand, I can see people's thought bubbled and literally read their minds. On the other, what a way to find out I just woke up with this power."
That's when he was hit with a devious idea.
"On the other other hand, no way I'm telling anyone about this."
It didn't take long for him to run into his next target: Viola.
"Morning, Desmond!" She greeted.
He nodded as a greeting. He stared up at her thought bubble.
"Can't believe he left me out to dry during his harem sesh with Atarah, Ezi, and Vixeena."
"Seriously? She's still salty about that?" He thought to himself, still maintaining his smile.
Only after she was facing away from did he let his smile drop with a disgusted "Uugh..."
He saw Arthur passing by and he decided to spare me the pain of having to put the twink's thought into writing by moving on and paying him no mind.
It was here, as he sat down on a bench to ponder did his next target pass by him: Mike Df. He was jigging down the sidewalk with earphones blasting his favorite tunes. Initially, Desmond was uninterested his thought bubble. That was until he took a second take with his eyes stretching out of his head at least three feet away from his face. Mike was already thinking about his plans for this year's April Fools onslaught. And they looked extensive.
Looking as innocently as possible, Desmond pulled out his phone and turned invisible, following close behind while writing down precious intel. Even if he wasn't invisible right now, Mike was still too distracted with his music to notice.
"Sucker..." He chuckled to himself.