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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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[prideofking.livejournal.com]

[ he doesn't notice immediately. too wrapped up in his book to really pay attention until his hand hits the bottom of the bowl. with his cheese. or, well, without his cheese now. putting his book down onto his lap, he tilts a little to the side to peer over the table & toward the floor. ]

It seems we have a thief in our midst.

high school.

[prideofcontrol.livejournal.com]

[ five minutes before school's out, his car's turning into the school parking lot, rolling into an open space close to the main building of his little princess' new school. stepping out of the car with his sunglasses on, he gives the building & surrounding cars & waiting parents a disinterested glance before closing the door to his car. he comes around so that he can lean on the trunk of his car, arms crossed loosely in front of his chest.

there are stares of course (closer to gapes, really), but he's far too used to them to notice them. the stares get worse when the bell rings & the students start bursting out of the front doors. there's a bit of a traffic jam when the first wave of children catch sight of him, staring open-mouthed. he looks past them, head tilted & craned for the familiar sight of black hair & green eyes instead. ]

[tweetmajor.livejournal.com]

[ munches casually on a handful of popcorn, flipping a page in her magazine as she kicks her legs up in the air to gently sway them to and fro. shifts a little on her stomach when she feels her fat (and now very old) cat come up to flop at her side, reaching with her free hand to scratch his head distractedly. doesn't seem to pay much mind to the fact that she will be moving into her dorm after the weekend, knowing that the only thing she will have to do later on is retrieve some personal items to take with her (is still disappointed that her mommy, daddy, and cat weren't allowed).

there's a tiniest of sighs that she lets out when she realizes that she probably won't be able to come home all the time, wearing a small pout on her face before noming on a twizzler and allowing her thoughts to drift a little. ]