Quarto Furto

[demon_of_paris]

[Boy, things sure are chaotic with everyone in town being confused about how they got there, huh? Unfortunately for everyone, a white-haired little girl has decided to not question her circumstances and instead make the best of it

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[hugs_arent_free]

[Viper is also wandering around the house, looking all grown up and not very Christmasy. Now and then he (or she?) stops to stare at the family photos. He's notices the girl running around but hasn't paid much attention to her.]

[demon_of_paris]

[One of said family pictures is on the floor, broken after Lobelia gave one a quick glance over and then chucked it to the ground. She spots this mysterious other person when coming out of the kitchen and points her knife at him.]

Who are you?

[She seems pretty serious for a little kid.]

[hugs_arent_free]

... Viper. [He bends down and picks the photo up, finding it hard to be threatened by a kid with a kitchen knife.]

Do you know any of these people?

[demon_of_paris]

No.

[She eases up a little bit.]

...Do you?

[burningspiral]

[TODDLER SIMON SEES WHAT YOU DID THERE. He wants to know why you're wrecking his not!house (because, of course, he woke up there. Now it's his.)]

[demon_of_paris]

[doo dee doo disregarding the even littler kid as she looks for something to steal ho dee dum whoops there goes a bunch of plates]

[burningspiral]

What're you doing?

[demon_of_paris]

[Geez it's not going away oh well]

Lookin' for something to take and sell.

[magique_bonbon]

[Should Lil'belia approach 1488 Kramden Road, she might catch a five-year-old pre-adopted-by-the-circus Coquelicot climbing carefully, though a bit clumsily, out of one of the first-floor windows.]

[demon_of_paris]

[And she's just waiting in the bushes, ready go on in that same window the second the coast is clear.]

[magique_bonbon]

[Yeah, it would probably be easier for Lobelia to use that window if Coquelicot wasn't just... glancing furtively back at the house, looking like she isn't quite sure what to do next.]

[demon_of_paris]

[c'mooonnnn beat it! Lobelia's patience is dwindling rapidly and she's getting jittery, causing rustling in the bushes!]

[convallariaceae]

[Yuuka just kind of materializes from the darkness of the house, a savage grin on her face.]

My, my, what have we here?

[demon_of_paris]

[adasfasg what Lobelia spins around, almost falling back over her sack

I-I'm...uhh...delivering things to this house! Because of, you know...Christmas. And stuff.

[convallariaceae]

Oh, of course.

[Yuuka takes a few steps closer, obviously hiding something behind her back.]

And what kinds of things are you bringing us, dear?

[demon_of_paris]

[Yeah she's already backing up, living on the streets has taught her the value of being suspicious.]

Oh, you know...stuff you can use in your kitchen. Forks, knives, plates...