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

[strike_you_out]

[ 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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[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He makes no attempt at haste and instead blinks up at Edward with faux innocence.]

But I did my part.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

Don't get cute with me. You're seeing this caper through to the end.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Hopefully, after living with Susan for this long, you are accustomed to receiving eye-rolls, Edward, because you are getting one now.

Fine fine, he'll see it through to the end. The End being the moment Edward's car rolls to a stop in front of Ema's house. At this point Slugger will promptly remove his feet from the dashboard and turn to his "father" with an idle smirk.]

I'll let you handle the rest.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[Edward stares at Slugger for a moment, half-appalled, half-impressed at his effrontery. Swallowing once, he nods, stepping out of the car and slamming the door shut. He loops around to the trunk, taking as much of the chocolate as he can in his arms. Surprisingly, he's able to balance it all, bumping the trunk closed with his elbow.

With haste, he marches down the driveway, up the walk towards the front porch. He sets it all down but doesn't take much time to organize it---he needs to get out of here quickly, after all. He's almost tempted to ring the doorbell, but he decides against it. She'll find it on her own.

When that's all taken care of, he ducks across the lawn and slides back into the driver's seat. And they're off once more.]