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[alyssapillar.livejournal.com]

[ her daily routine started off as it usually did: crawling out of bed and plopping on the floor, letting out a little oof! at the impact. picking herself up, she makes her way to her bathroom in a hurry to do her business, throwing her hands up in the air when she scurries out into her room in a victory! fashion. after that she throws open her closet and drawers, rummaging around to pick out an outfit for the day.

pulls her shirt over her head, snaps her jumper on, then picks up her pajamas to set them on her bed neatly; her personal (ninja) maid would surely put it into the wash for her. fistpumps once, quickly crawling onto her bed to pet her fat kitty catbert, telling him to be good while she goes to find daddy before zipping out of the room at top-speed.

says a quick HI, BYE! to one of the maids along the way, zooming and rolling around to peer into every corner to find albert. stands up from peeking underneath a bed to tap her chin, going AH-HAH! when a thought strikes her; the study was her final destination. and when she gets there and sees her daddy she snickers, quietly crawling on the ground slowly so that he wouldn't notice her right away. peeks up over the table, beaming when she sees a plate of cheese there. shifty-eyes to albert, reaching a hand out to nab a few pieces and plop onto the ground.

& that's the pattern she'll have for a while, continuing on stealing nomming down the cheese as quietly as possible, her previous mission long forgotten in the face of a cheesy-delicious breakfast. ]

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[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ steps into that hug, hugging her close to his chest as he lifts her a bit to spin once. ]

Hey, squirt. Missed me?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ rubs her face into his shoulder, squealing a little and clinging when they spin. ]

Of course I did, silly~!

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ puts her down afterward, stepping back. ]

You set to go already?

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ shuffles her feet a little. ]

Sort of... I'm a little nervous, so I keep stalling on packing the last of my things.

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ gives her head a pat, then keeps it there. ]

S'normal to be nervous. You're growin' up.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

But I don't want to grow up...

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

What. Why not? Twenties are awesome.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Because I want to be mommy and daddy's baby forever and ever!

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

Squirt, they ain't getting any younger. You'll be their baby even when you're sixty.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Mmm but then I'll be married and have lots of babies of my own...

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

Yep. But that still don't change things.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

And this applies to your babies too, right?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ SIGH. ]

. . . Yep. Diane and my brats forever.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ laughs happily, reaching out to wrap her arms around one of his to lead them both into the mansion. ]

How are they doing?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ comes along obediently. ]

Pretty good, actually. They ain't sick, and they went to school without complaining too much.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ leads them to the living room, where she had previously been in. ]

Have they made a lot of friends yet?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ thought: if you could call those friends... ]

'Course. They can be pretty charming when they want to be. Brats.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

Aw, don't call them that...

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

I call them that out of love. Tough love. Makes them tough. Yeah.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ lifts one of her hands, wordlessly popping him lightly on the head. ]

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ HUFFS. ]

What? They're used to it.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want my daddy to call me a brat.

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

Seriously, they're used to it. Don't even react anymore.

[prettymajor.livejournal.com]

[ prods his nose with a finger. ]

I'm sure Diane doesn't appreciate it very much, though, now does she~?

[prideofunity.livejournal.com]

[ another sigh. ]

Don't remind me.