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[ 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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Europe... that butthead left me and my darling all alone for the summer!

Huh. Hope he knows he gotta bring back an entire country's worth of souvenirs then.

Or my big strong uncle Damon will show him a thing or two if he doesn't?

[ holds up a fist. ]

Damn straight!

[ & suddenly, from the side: ]

Ah, good afternoon.

[ almost catapaults off the couch. ]

HOLY SHIT!

[ an eyebrow goes up. ]

Language, little brother.

[ quietly, so alyssa won't hear: ]

Shut up. You need to come with a warning system or something, shit.

[ then gets to his feet, clearing his throat so that his voice is at normal volume now. ]

Right. So. Is sis in?

[ chuckles, then claims the seat that damon has vacated, ignoring the way his little brother twitches away. ]

Of course.

Kitchen or bed?

Kitchen, I believe.

'Kay, cool. Thanks. I'll go say hello, then.

[ bends down to give alyssa a quick one-armed hug. ]

You talk to your dad and come find me later if you want to talk more, okay?

[ attention is briefly focused on albert when he appears, making grabby hands at him. pauses in that action to wrap her arms around damon instead, giving him a long hug before pulling away. ]

I will! Thank you, uncle Damon. I really appreciate it~

[ waits until damon saunters off with a little half-wave to settle in completely, looking amused. ]

I do hope you are taking his claims with a grain of salt?

[ blinks at him, looking slightly confused. ]

Why would I do that?

His English tends to differ from ours on certain accounts.

Mmm... he mentioned something about parties but said it wasn't like the kind we go to. Do you know what he means?

Ah. Those words, I believe we can take in literal meaning.

Like the kind on TV shows?

Or so I'd assume, yes.

I don't know if I could throw a party like that...

I would not worry. I doubt you would be required to organize a party by your effort alone, little princess.

That's true. Besides, I like the ones we go to the most~

[ chuckles. ]

I do enjoy those greatly.