sixteen | mommy dear, tell me please, is the world really round

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[ Today, Slugger is acting particularly unusual especially where it concerns the females in his life. For much of the day, he'll be busy with one thing or another...]

(A) Terezi's Room
[ His sister will find buckets of brand new delicious crayons and cartons of paint in her bedroom. That's right, Terezi. BUCKETS. And PAILS.]

(B) Around Mayfield / Your Yard
[ Somewhere Slugger has gleaned that ladies are fond of pretty things that smell nice. Or something. Wherever there is a flower to be picked, he is picking it. ]

(C) At Home; 726 Anderson
[ helping Edward with whatever menial chores Susan has saddled him with and/or assisting Edward with the stealing and transport of 30 lbs of chocolates. ]

(D) Backyard; 726 Anderson
[ Sitting in the backyard is a wooden picnic table just like the ones seen at the park. In fact, it is one of the picnic tables from the park. How he transfered it to his backyard will forever remain a mystery. At the moment he's brushing off the dust and leaves from it and trying to unravel the umbrella bisecting the table at its center.]

[ooc]  Slugger is mostly affected by his female housemates, but he'll also be affected by others that he's familiar with (more so if he likes you, less if he doesn't.) 

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[Following her gaze, he looks at the red patches of skin on his arm and shrugs. He's never had this happen before and doesn't know what it could mean, but at the moment he's more concerned with sorting these flowers.]

It itches...

[bread_goes_bip]

You might have brushed up against something you're allergic to. You should probably go wash up, I'll keep an I on your flowers, if you'd like.

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[At the suggestion to wash up, he hops to his feet and offers the flowers to his dear great-grandmother (who should probably avoid touching his hand when she takes them).]

They're yours.