Evergrim level ups

70 overflow + 445 = 515

Haunt C22 75
Haunt doesn’t really fail anything a lot. But when they get a big success they keep their cool, taking it in a calm manner. The next time they’re alone they let a wide grin cover their face and allow themself a moment to squeal, then reclaims the calm, knowing expression that they usually wear. Oftentimes Haunt gets small successes when Pierce is being annoying and they say the right words to get him to stop, he often doesn’t buy it but if he stops they consider it a success. Haunt’s job is so important so whenever they succeed it lifts a weight off their shoulders that they could fail.

M2 250
Ace purred, her small flat ears twitching as she stretched. Jaws parted as she yawned, revealing a wet pink tongue guarded by needle teeth. As her mouth closed her eyes peeped open and she looked into her brother’s cinnamon and cream colored velvet fur. She inhaled his  comforting scent of family, the warm tint of apple pie laced with the sweet smell of horchata.
She buried her face into it causing him to stirr. Ace lay on top of him, her warm breath behind his ear, he pawed her off with a purring chuckle and curled around her to keep her warm against the bitter cold as the snow stormed heavily outside. If there was any draft he was there to shield her.
She nestled in his cosy embrace. “Urr uh est rother ebe'' she murmured but got a mouthful of multicolored fur, embracing the tones of autumn, she lifted her head. “You’re the best brother ever.” she said repeating herself. Pierce started a steady fairly loud purr vibrating the whole bed.
“And you’re the best sister ever.” he responded looking at her peaceful face, soft round cheeks dusted with puffy silver fur, her ashen nose glistening with a slight dampness. Her tiny ears pressed tight to her head. Ace’s short legs with small toes on small feet, paw pads smoother and squishier than anyone else's, like a baby’s even after walking on stone all day. She was already fast asleep kneading his arm like dough to make fresh bread, with a dash of sugar and a side of fruit. And following her rhythmic breathing he slipped into unconsciousness.  

M3 60

M3 60