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Boxten sat at the desk in his room, tinkering with something.It seems to be a watch or small trinket of some sort.

Boxten sighed and got up from his desk, making his way to a small mirror he kept on his night stand.A golden mirror, with a handle and swirly border around the glittery glass.He was given this mirror by a friend, he kept it because of how much it reminded him of how good their friendship was.

Boxten was never the greedy type, always thankful for what he had, but he wanted something more than friendship.

He wanted Glisten.

The charismatic mirror that always had something to say, somewhere to be, and a smile on his face.His gorgeous, perfect, shining face.Boxten adored everything about Glisten.From the swirly design on the top of his head to the fluffy white leg warmers he always seemed to have on.

Boxten grabbed the mirror and stuffed it into the drawer to his nightstand when he heard a sharp knock at the door.

"Boxten if you don't let me in RIGHT NOW IM GONNA-"

Boxten opened the door frantically to reveal Poppy, the energetic and chaotic bubble.

"Poppy? What's up?"Boxten realized he left the drawer suspiciously open and was praying that she didn't notice.

"Cosmo and Sprout are holding a sleepover, so you better be there or i'll drag you to the kitchen by your twisty thingy!"She gleefully spun around, her bow bouncing everywhere along with her bubbly hairdo.

(^BY THE WAY, THIS PART WAS WRITTEN BEFORE MY MOONFLOWER FIC-)

(everything past this point was written after the final chapter of that fic)

"Handle- It's connected to mainspring with allows the s-"Boxten's 'monologue' was cut short when Poppy slammed the door and ran down the hall, shouting.

"DONT CARE!!! TWISTY THINGY!!!"

Boxten could barely hear her from so far away, but he was glad he had the room to himself again.

"Sleepover, huh?"He said to himself as he closed the drawer fully, frowning when he realized that he pretty much HAD to go.

He didn't really want to, but he figured that Glisten might be there, also Poppy would forcibly make him.

He let out a lengthy sigh and began getting a bag ready.This was going to be one hell of a night.