[*in ur mansionz startin ur crackplotz*]

[1926bentley]

*because there hasn't been enough chaos in the Mansion lately (even though it did explode earlier) and because the typists would probably threaten him with make-up if he didn't do this, Crowley has decided that really, there's nothing more chaotic than a bunch of little kids running around and wreaking havoc

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[lil_live_wire]

Francine skips into the room, when suddenly...

...A beautiful, blonde woman of medium height stands in her place. Francine, now around ninteen or twenty, adjusts her long ponytail as she looks around, mildly confused.

[mad_leprechaun]

*leers*

[lil_live_wire]

*gives him a disgusted look in return and pulls her cowboy hat onto her head* *gives him a look promising that she could kick his ass*

[mad_leprechaun]

*that only makes him leer even harder*

Hey, cowgirl. *manages to cram as much innuendo as possible into those three syllables*

[lil_live_wire]

Go find someone who's desperate, hon. *turns away, boots clicking, to find someone, anyone, else to talk to*

[upside_drow]

*will this do for a conversation partner?* *hanging out in a shadowy corner somewhere, like he does because he thinks it makes him more intimidating*

[lil_live_wire]

That's never stopped Francine, and she grins widely at him when she spots him. And even though fifteen years or so have passed for her, some things don't change. "Hi, Uncle Dinin!" She goes over, holding out her arms to hug him.

[upside_drow]

Dinin, on the other hand, is not prepared for strange women randomly trying to hug him, and draws in a little. "--Hello?"

[lil_live_wire]

She's confused, and hesitates. "Uncle Dinin, what is it?"

[upside_drow]

He blinks. Oh, does he blink. And ellipse, because only one person dares likes him enough to calls him that. "Francine?"

[lil_live_wire]

"...Yeah?" She gives him a 'duh' expression and puts her hands on her hips. "What, don't you recognize me?"

[upside_drow]

He coughs. Suspicious, from a person who's incapable of getting sick. "Er. My, you've grown." This may be a smile, but he's not very good at those.

[lil_live_wire]

It is, and she gives him a suspicious look. "Not recently. Not since I was fourteen." Even after all the years supposedly spent in the mansion she has a pronounced Western accent like her Daddy's.

[upside_drow]

Oh, Francine, you're killing him. Hiding his demise passing well, though, he shrugs, and gives her a better smile. "Yeah? Seems like yesterday."

[lil_live_wire]

She giggles and moves in to give him a tight hug. "You're as silly as ever, Uncle Dinin." She gives him a kiss on the cheek and a cheerful wink.

[mad_leprechaun]

*grumbles* Fine, be that way, bitch.