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[whirlpoolesbian]

*and here we have another blue-eyed girl of about sixteen, flopped on a couch and tuning a guitar* *she's dressed in something that's painful to the retinas, though its colors are fairly toned down* *for the moment, she is oblivious to the world, but eventually she'll look up and wave* Charybdis Sappho Next-Hades. Really, though, it's just Dis --

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[immafruitfly]

Dis! *flops next to her and beams* It's about time.

[whirlpoolesbian]

Damie. Be careful. You almost got boygerms on Maureen and you know she doesn't like that.

[immafruitfly]

Oh, well, sorry. Wouldn't want you to have to give her the anti-cootie shots again.

[whirlpoolesbian]

*and sets the guitar down on the floor in order to properly hug him* How's it going?

[immafruitfly]

*hugs back ^______^* Pretty well. We have an aunt.

[whirlpoolesbian]

A who and the what now?

[immafruitfly]

Aunt. Noun. Father's or mother's sister, or uncle's wife. As far as I know, we lack actual uncles, unless you count Aunt Joffy's brother, who's actually our cousin. We have one on Dad's side already. Now we have one on Mum's.

[whirlpoolesbian]

Aunt Joffy's brother is our -- How the hell does Mum have a sister?

[immafruitfly]

That's her name, yeah. -- apparently, Grandpa was dead and then came back is how.

[whirlpoolesbian]

You're shitting me.

[immafruitfly]

Sadly, no.