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>It’s kind of funny, really
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“No, I get it, it’s just—”
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>She can hug whoever she wants, claiming that they’re like her brothers
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“No, I don’t—”
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>She can speak with whoever she pleases
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“Yes… Yes…”
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>But, hell, God forbid you go to cheer on CHS, your alma mater of years past, when the soccer team makes it to the state championship
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“Yeah… alright, I… yeah.”
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>The CHS soccer team has only made it to state how many times?
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“Sorry… I love you too, beautiful.”
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>Oh, right
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>Once
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>Sighing, you end the call and shove the phone back into its usual pocket
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>Lips being singed by the clearly-spent cigarette, you spit it out and reach for another one with a shaky hand
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>Flicking open your lighter, you take in a deep breath…
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>”H-hey, Anon?”
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>Blinking, you turn to meet a set of eyes
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>A set of nervous, hopeful, and purple eyes
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>A smile, however forced, comes to your face as you flick the cancer stick to the ground before stomping it out
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“Yeah, what’cha need, Looney?”
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>Her eyes flicker to the floor as your eyes meet, a small blush appearing soon after
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>”I, uh, I… help… need help.”
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>Without another word, she reaches up and grabs your hand
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>Or, rather, grabs a whole finger with her baby hands
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>Yeah, she’s still waiting out on that growth spurt
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>Wordlessly she leads you back into the house, your mind alight with ideas all the while
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>She see another spider?
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>Can she not reach the animal crackers?
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>Or does she need some help with some school project?
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>...Probably not the later
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>She always did her homework on the ride home
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>”Second grade is easy,” she would always say
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>Pfft
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>She must’ve gotten the good genes—
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>”Stuck.”
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>Blinking, you shake yourself from the reverie
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>You look up to the television
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>A smile slowly creeps its way onto your face
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>Subspace Emissary?
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>And the first boss no less?
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>A faint chuckle escapes your throat as she leads you to the couch
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>”Help.”
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>And so with a quiet shake of the head, you plop your ass down
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>A moment later, though, you notice something very, very wrong
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>She tries handing you a Wiimote
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>M-maybe she isn’t the prodigy after all…
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>Giviner her head a quick pat, you stand up, quickly making way for the little box besides the TV where all the game supplies are held
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“For your first problem, Looney…”
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>You pull out two gamecube controllers
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>A bit worn, yes
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>A bit nasty if you looked at the gunk between the gaps, sure
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>But, fuck, these things have to be the greatest battle implement ever devised
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>You hear a small gasp as you flip open the top of the Wii
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>”Y-you broke it!”
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>You shake your head, plugging the things in
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“Nah, these are the controller ports.”
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>”...Wait, what?”
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>She scampers her way to your side before peering over your shoulder, a scrutinizing look in her eyes
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>She stares at it for a few moments, tilting her head like a confused puppy
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>Her gaze soon melts into a neutral, if not happy, one
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>”Oh, I saw that and I wanted to open it, but I was afraid I would break it!”
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>You begin to make your way back to the couch, little sister in tow
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>”I mean, I tried finding the manual to figure out what it was, but I couldn't find it or anyone to help me find it... sis is always busy at college, mom’s always in bed, and dad’s always at work…!”
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>You nod, taking your usual seat at the couch
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>”And then I tried getting on the computer to look for a digital version of the manual, but then I remembered the computer has a password on it!”
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>She scrambles onto the couch before crawling into your lap
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>She takes the proffered controller, quite literally chucking the Wiimote to the side
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>...Thankfully it lands on something soft
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>”So, wait, if it can use gamecube controllers, does that mean it can play—”
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>The gleam in her eyes makes you fear for your heart
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“W-wait, so you didn’t know it's backwards compatible…?”
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>Ah
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>So that explains it
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>That's why she made such a big fuss about the GameCube breaking last week
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>Speaking of which, she’s already scrambling for the game binder
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>You laugh for the second time today
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>Maybe your Sunday isn’t ruined after all?
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>...
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>......
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>You swear, this is the happiest you’ve seen her in months
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>From the way she always talks about how she just loves certain townsfolk to how she commentates about always catching sea bass…
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>She just looks so eager
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>So happy in the fact that she has someone to play with
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>...
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>...Wait, when’s the last time you actually spent time with her?
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>I mean, sure, you always drive her home from school because nobody else can, but you’re usually doing that on your lunch break because nobody else can
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>No, like the last time you actually spent time with he—
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>”Oh, oh, look, a shark!”
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>Right
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>Back to Animal Crossing, Looney's undisputed favorite game
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>She bounces up and down in your lap, absolutely giddy at the prospect of finally paying getting a second room for her little house
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>”You, you catch it, I don’t trust myself!”
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>She all but shoves the controller in your face, her little hands shaking at the thought of finally being able to do it
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>”I’ve counted… fifty two times I’ve failed catching him!”
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>...Wow
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>Fucking casul
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>Chuckling, you warm up your hands before taking the proffered controller
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>Alright, time to show this little shit how it’s really done…
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>*Plonk!*
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>...
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>*Dibble dibble*
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>*Dibble dibble*
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>Silence reigns king for several moments
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>Little Moonie holds her breath in, physically leaning in and balling her fists in anticipation
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>*THUNK!*
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>The gasp you hear from Moonie would make one think that you just cured cancer
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>All you did was press and hold A
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>”Again, again!”
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>She’s…
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>She’s clapping, eyes wide and astounded
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>Raising a brow, you shrug
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“I mean, if you really want…”
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>”Again!”
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>Smile slowly growing, you give her a nod
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>Heh
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>At least you can make someone smile
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>With that in mind, you turn your attention back to the screen
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>Why...
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>Why is this the funnest you've had with vidya in so long?
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>...
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>......
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>”Awww, c’mon!”
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>Giving her hair a gentle tousle, you find chuckle away the small feeling of guilt as she gives you the eyes of a kicked puppy
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“Sorry, Looney, someone’s gotta cook dinner—”
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>”Pizza!”
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>You blink
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>That was fast….
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“Looney, we had pizza yesterday.”
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>”So?”
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>You scoff, beginning your walk to the kitchen
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“Pizza’s a once a week type’a food, if not once a month.”
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>”Lies!”
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>You can hear her above the gentle hum of the freezer as you parooze through the thing
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>”Lies and slander!”
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>Whistling a low tune, you gently pick out some peas… a bit of broccoli… and, last but not least, some chicken breast
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>She’s still hard at work fishing, which you recently just taught her was much more profitable than shaking trees, but finds time to glance your way
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>”Aw, awww!”
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>You chuckle aloud, digging around for just the right pot
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>”Pizza, pizza, pizza!”
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>She begins to chant
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>”Pizza!”
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“Nope.”
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>”Pizza!”
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“Nah.”
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>”Pizza!”
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“Nein.”
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>You’re more than a bit surprised to find out that she has an iron will when it comes to this sort of thing
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>And by that you mean she continues chanting it up until the moment you have her ass seated at the table
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>Like, holy shit, props for dedication and all, but god damn…
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>”Hey, Anon?”
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>You look up from the tray, laden with a plate and drink
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>”Is mom going to eat with us today?”
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>You glance down at the tray, already knowing the answer
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>A sad smile is sent her way, along with a shake of the head
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“Sorry, mom’s… not doing too well.”
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>Her eyes slowly fall to her plate, her voice dropping
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>”Oh… okay.”
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>With a sigh, you pick up the tray of food and make way the stairs
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>Hopefully mom will eat more than a quarter this time…
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>...
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>......
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>This…
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>This sucks
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>Sure, it’s good for you in every sense of the word, but you still hate it
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“Why can’t pizza be healthy?”
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>Anon looks up from his plate, raising a brow
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>What?
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>This is a serious question!
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“No, seriously, think about it!”
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>You tap your forehead just like he does whenever he says something smart
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“If we made healthy stuff taste good, imagine how much more we’d eat the stuff!”
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>He snorts before returning to his meal
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>”It’s called acquiring a taste, Looney.”
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“...”
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>”...”
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“Wait, so where do I get this taste?”
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>You tilt your head slightly as he goes to rub his forehead
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“Do you have it? Can I borrow it?!”
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>He laughs, though you don’t know why
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“Can I? Please? C’mon, I’ll actually eat all the green stuff if you—”
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>”I’m home!”
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>You both blink, looking to the direction of the front door
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>Oh
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>Dad’s home
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>Well, not Dad, but new Dad
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>That makes sense, right?
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>Right
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>The loud thuds of heavy boots give way to the familiar and husky musician that lazily makes his way around the corner
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>He eyes you two warily, barely returning Anon’s wave
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>”What’s for dinner?”
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>”Veggies and grilled chicken breast.”
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>He grumbles something you can’t quite catch before heading behind the counter
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>He joins you two at the table a few minutes later, plate filled to the absolute brim
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>”Hey, what’s up?”
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>Your eyes dart to the neglected vegetables on your plate
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>Anon, thankfully, speaks so you don’t have to
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>”Eh, not much, just hung around the house, keeping Looney company… small stuff like that.”
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>”Ah, cool, cool…”
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>You’re not so sure why you’re suddenly quiet
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>You’re also not so sure why Anon seems to have the same problem
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>Hmmm
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>Maybe you should eat these green things so you and Anon can go back to fishing?
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>...That’s actually a lot more inspirational than you thought
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>...
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>......
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>That…
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>”Aw, c’mon, I’m not even tired!”
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>That went better than expected
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>”It’s like, eight thirty!”
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>Probably had something to do with the lingering scent of weed, though
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“It’s nine forty, and you’ve still got to brush, floss, and settle down.”
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>She doesn’t offer much resistance as you carry her up the stairs
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>Little shit never did complain about a free ride…
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>Eventually, with the little one quieting down in your arms, you make your way up to her room
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>...Well, as much as it can be her room, what with it being shared between her and Morning Roast
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>Though, what with Roast now living in her dorm, it’s more or less hers
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>Reaching the entrance, you slowly open it and flicker on the light
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>You set her down and give her a gentle rub on the head
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“Alright, now get ready for bed, and I might just read you a good one.”
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>Her eyes widen slightly at the proposition, all notions of annoyance forgotten
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>”Ooo, ooo, how about The Giving Tree?”
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>You snigger, idly tousling her hair again
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“Sure, kid, now scram, I gotta’ get ready too.”
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>With a smile, she runs off to her bathroom, the faint sounds of running water hitting your ears as you head to your room
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>Hmmm
-
>Maybe you can finally get a full night’s sleep?”
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>That thought is enough to make you slump and give a happy groan
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>What you wouldn’t give…
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>...
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>......
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>How…
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>”C’mon, tuck me in already, tuck me in, tuck me in, tuck me in…”
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>How did she get all the adorable genes while you and Roastie got shafted?
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>Sighing, you relent to her high-pitched demands
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>Soon only her head is poking out above the covers, content smile still showing
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>Tousling her hair one last time, yourself now sitting at the edge of her bed, you gently open the book in your lap
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“Once there was a tree.... and she loved a little boy.”
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>You take time to try and put out your best narrator voice, each page followed by a slow showing of the page
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“And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves…”
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>There comes a noise…
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>A very faint noise, but one that you try desperately to ignore
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>An angered yell from just down the hallway
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“And make them into crowns and play king of the forest.”
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>You try and speak a bit louder to drown out the second voice that always comes shortly after
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>Mom’s voice
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>”He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples.”
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>Just as you go to flip the page, however, you hear it
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>The shattering of glass and a distant thump
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“And they would play hide-and-go-seek.”
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>More screaming
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>This…
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>This is worse than usual
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>Gently, slowly, you close the book and lay it on the floor
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>Placing a kiss on her forehead, you place a palm on her cheek, trying to calm her
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“Hey, I’ll be right back, okay?”
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>Her eyes dart about before finally settling on yours
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>She’s nervous
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>”O-okay…”
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>Nodding, you suck in a deep breath
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>Planting one last kiss on her forehead, you make to stand before heading for the door
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>Looking back, you give her the most reassuring smile you can
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>And then you shut off the lights and close the door
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>...
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>......
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>Anon…
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>Is Anon going to be okay?
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>You stare at the sliver of light coming from the crack underneath the door, eyes straining without your glasses…
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>The screaming continues, though there’s no more crashing sounds…
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>It reaches an apex before another shout reaches your ears
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>It’s Anon’s
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>Then, a moment after, there’s silence
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>Total, deafening silence
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>The ringing in your ears is more terrifying than anything that came before it
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>Wait, are you shivering?
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>That’s bad
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>You shouldn’t shiver, because Anon’s going to keep you safe
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>He said so—
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>There’s another crashing sound followed by the screaming nearly doubling in intensity
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>Another crash, another string of thunderous curses and other things Anon tells you to never say
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>You pull the covers under your head
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>It usually isn’t this ba—
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>You seize up at the sound
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>It’s loud
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>Almost deafeningly so
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>Kind of like someone smacked down a paper clip board right next to your ear as hard as they could
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>There’s another scream after this, though it sounds different from the others
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>More clear
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>Less angry
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>You seize up again as the another one of the terrible sounds goes off
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>You whimper as the third comes in
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>By the fifth you’re whimpering under the sheets, palms cupped to your ears
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>This…
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>This has to be thunder
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>There’s nothing else that it could be
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>Everything will be fine
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>You just have to wait for Anon
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>He’ll be back
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>He’ll be back any moment now
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>He’s never lied to you
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>He’ll come back
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>He’ll come back
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>He’ll come back
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A Little Pick-Me-Up (Little Sister Moon Dancer)
By OniiChansFablesCreated: 2020-10-29 17:20:19
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