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[molotov]

[Today, one might notice some... new residents in the lobby. Two new, very small residents. Two new, very small, and very redheaded residents. Although they may not look familiar to their friends, since they are missing rather distinctive eyewear.]

Are you really going to sit there and eat chips?

Yep.

Well, what are we going to do next?

I dunno. [He pops more chips into his mouth.] Enjoy this place before we get moved somewhere else again?

Ugh. [She rolls her eyes as the heels of her feet hit the couch.]

Think there is a fun room around here? I wonder if they have laser tag...

Really, Cross?

Well, one besides the game room. I feel like shooting. [He pretends to pull back the string of a bow and makes a “pshew!” sound at the nonexistent arrow flying.]

Laser tag does not have bows and arrows!

Whatever, Molotov!

I wonder if there is anyone else here to play with. You are being boring.

And you are being annoying, as always.

[There’s a glare and a moment of silence before she snatches his chips away and throws them on the floor.] Shut up.

Hey!! [He shoves her arm as a ghost comes and cleans up the mess.]

Do not hit me, Cross! [But her admonishment doesn’t stop her from immediately pushing him back, with both hands.]

[Yeah, he is going to jump off the couch to move away from her and take out his journal.] If anyone would like a bratty girl for a sister, they can take her!

I am a better sister than you are at being a brother! At least I am not a stinky stupid boy.

Boys are a lot more fun than girls.

More gross and dumb, you mean. Girls are pretty and smart.

Girls just look at themselves in the mirror and are all-- [in a high-pitched voice] “Oh, look at me! I am so cute! I only know how to dress up and pretend to be Mommy and I do not play in the dirt or play rough!”

Shut up, Cross! [Can’t play rough? Well, she’ll show him. By tackling him.]

No, Mol-- [Oh heck no. Cross is yelling in protest as he gets tackled, quickly letting out a growl of displeasure and trying to flip their positions.]

[And now there are two small, wrestling children in the middle of the lobby. Someone should probably put a stop to this -- little Molotov is prone to biting, much to Cross’s annoyance.]



[OOC: Open for action or journal! This is the start of Molotov and Cross's joint loss. Cross is blue, Molotov is red. Have fun!]

Comments

[echivoc]

Although eggs with cheese is delicious. Your hair looks like fake eggs. Like what Molotov has for her play kitchen.

[samson]

[oh my god ANGRILY WHACKING THE SPATULA AGAINST THE SKILLET not like violently or anything, these are children, but he's tapping it a tiny bit harder than necessary.

(ha ha tapping it)]

You know ... did anybody ever tell you kids if you can't say anything nice, you shouldn't say anything at all ...

[molotov]

We are not saying anything mean. Mommy says "never lie", and the truth is that you are old and your hair is scrambled eggsy.

it's so hard to reply to this coherently without laughing

[echivoc]

What Mol said. [ sandwich is finished aw yeah ]

i'm weeping

[samson]

You ever hear of "white lies"? No?

[KIDS TODAY he slips his now-finished sandwich onto a plate and nods at Cross.]

Put your plate in the dishwasher.

[molotov]

[Molotov picks up the rest of her sandwich and shoves her plate at Cross, so he can put them both in the dishwasher.]

Lies are bad, Brock. Are you a liar?

[echivoc]

[ Cross takes Molotov's plate and puts them both in the dishwasher. Back onto his stool he goes with a refilled glass of juice. ]

It takes more effort to lie.

[samson]

If you drink too much juice, you'll be bouncing off the walls. [said offhandedly to Cross -- he just can't! stop! parenting!]

It's not a lie if you're being nice to somebody. Like, if you see some guy who has a messed-up face, you shouldn't tell him "wow you look like a freak," you just shouldn't say anything. You know, you don't want to hurt his feelings.

[BROCK SAMSON: WISDOM DISPENSER]

[molotov]

But you do not have a messed-up face. You just have wrinkles and weird hair.

[Brock's point
Molotov's head.]

[echivoc]

M'kay. [ drinks juice yep ]

No, he means, like, what if one of us lost an eye? [ HEH... ] Mom would not want us to make fun of us having one eye now instead of two. That is what Brock means... I think...

[samson]

Yeah, that ... [babyCross, that's a weird analogy, don't say that. He gives him a look for a second, then shakes his head.]

Just, pretend you're in the other person's place. Treat them how you want to be treated, stuff like that.

[molotov]

I would want someone to tell me if I look old. That way I can put makeup on and be prettier.

[echivoc]

[ He is trying to make sense of it! ]

And I would want someone to tell me if I have scrambled eggs hair.

[samson]

That's not the point --!

[KIDS.....]

Look. It's mean to insult somebody. So don't do it.

[molotov]

[Molotov squints. They have been over this, she wasn't insulting him!]

Whatever. I want gummi bears.

[echivoc]

[ Cross puts his juice glass in the dishwasher and sits back on his stool. ]

Sour worms are better.

[samson]

[casually loses arguments with children ...

SIGH.] Fine.

[He goes to the cabinet and fishes out some gummi bears and sour worms, handing them over to the respective kid.]

But don't eat too much. You'll get a tummy ache.

[molotov]

[Molotov immediately shoves an entire fistful of gummi bears in her mouth, then speaks.]

Fank oo.

[echivoc]

Thanks! [ Cross pops a sour worm into his mouth and eats it happily, making a scrunched, yet pleased, face at the tart candy. ]

[samson]

[Well, at least they have manners. Sometimes.

Brock just nods. KIDS....] No problem.

[molotov]

[Molotov is still talking with her mouth full....] Are you going to show us our room?

[samson]

Yeah. We can do that right now.

[And he will lead the way .................]

[echivoc]

[ And he follows, still enjoying his sour worms quietly. ]

[molotov]

[Molotov follows too, occasionally sticking gummi bears to stuff.]