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.) 

Comments

C.

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[There's a bit of a spring in Eddie's step this morning. He's just pulled off one of his classic capers for the first time in ages. And Slugger's helping him out. He feels giddy, nostalgic, almost young again.

He leans against the side of his car, waiting for the boy to begin moving chocolate out of the trunk. Susan's going to love these.]

Pick up the pace, Slugger. But don't unload all of it. Leave about half of it in the car.

B

[miss-enma-ai.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey there. ...why are you picking flowers?]

B

[bread_goes_bip]

[Death smiles at her not!...great-grandson]

Hello, Slugger.

A

[justice-smells.livejournal.com]

[Normally, Terezi has infinitely more of a sense of humor about this kind of thing than her friends. But this, really? This is some seriously fucked-up stalker shit, and almost certainly illegal.

She hesitantly inspects the perverse, fitlhy edifice. Who could have done this?]

D (after the chocolates)

[puzzlerprince.livejournal.com]

[And wouldn't you know it, dear old Dad is at the grill, flipping some burgers and whistling cheerfully.]

C

[deaths-heritor.livejournal.com]

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Right.

What did you two do this time? Did you break something? The refrigerator? The television? The washer? ... It was the washer, wasn't it? Is it broken? No? It's flooding, isn't it? It's flooding. The laundry's room flooding and we'll have to make do without a ground floor for a week.

I'm not cleaning it up.