*Qibli is alone in the library*

Winter: Oh, Qibli~

Qibli: Oh, fuck.

*Winter posed on the floor seductively*

Winter: Hey...

Qibli: Hell no.

Winter: Why?

Qibli: Because we are in the library, and Star might hear us.

Winter: That blind bat can't see us, let alone see us.

Starflight: Wanna repeat that?

Winter: What? How--

Starflight: I heard you from across the room, asshole.

Qibli: Well, bye *leaves*

Winter: No, wait, Qibli-- ARRGH!

Later:

*in art class, Qibli was painting on a blank canvas*

Winter: Qibli, look over here!

*Qibli looked behind his canvas, and saw Winter spread out on a lounge couch*

Winter: How about, you draw like your French dragons?

Mindreader: Um...I still here?

Winter: Just turn around, and close your ears.

Mindreader: Uh...

Qibli: *sighs*

*Qibli painted something on the canvas, and left the room. Winter got off the couch, and looked at the canvas. It had a big red No on it*

Winter: Fuck.

Much later:

*Qibli comes home, it was the middle of the night. He then saw a trail of roses heading to his room*

Qibli: Of course...

*Qibli followed the roses, and once he got there, he saw Winter covered in roses, candles lit around him*

Qibli: You won't give up, won't you?

Winter: Nope, I am too shameless.

Qibli: Well, I can't play hard to get forever, I guess.

*Qibli crawled into bed with Winter, and pecked him on the cheek*

Winter: Hehe. So--

Dawn: *comes in* Dads!

Winter: Shit-- I mean, what's wrong, honey?

Dawn: I had a nightmare! Can I sleep in your bed tonight?

Qibli: Of course.

*Dawn quickly crawled in between them, just when Armadillo and Vanilla came in*

Armadillo: Can we join?

Winter: Yeah...

*The three kids curled up together in between their parents*

Qibli: Guess you aren't gonna get any action tonight, Winter.

Winter: Don't fucking remind me.

Armadillo: Why are there candles here?

Winter: Oh! To warn off mosquitoes.

Qibli: Yeah! You know how mosquitoes get-- VANILLA, PUT THAT DOWN!

*Vanilla put down the candle, that she had loomed dangerously close to a curtain*

Vanilla: My bad.