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[notakumamommy]

[An eighteen year-old Alma's humming in a cheery way, rummaging around in one of the many closets of the DR

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[flowercomplex]

[... Peeks his head in. Oh, Alma, he'll never be able to take you seriously]

Aren't you too old for this?

[notakumamommy]

Three little people all dressed in black... [grins at Yuu] Aren't you too young to be a crotchety old man?

[flowercomplex]

[Frowns]

Don't call me that. What's this really for?

[notakumamommy]

For fun! [sets the box in his arms on top of one of the others] C'mon, Yuu, tell me you don't want to play with some of this awesome stuff.

[flowercomplex]

[Deadpan tone]

I don't want to play with this stuff.

[notakumamommy]

Crotchety old man. I knew it. [sighs]

[flowercomplex]

No, I grew up. You should consider doing the same.

[notakumamommy]

Nope~ You've totally become an old man. I think I see your back hunching, grandpa.

[flowercomplex]

[Reaching to smack upside the head. Yup, totally grown up here]

[notakumamommy]

[returning the favor. so mature.]

[flowercomplex]

[Shoves. Maybe into the boxes]

[notakumamommy]

[grabbing your hair. NOT GOING DOWN ALONE. HA. >| ]

[flowercomplex]

[fskajdf falling, either on top of Alma, toys and boxes, or the cold, hard floor. None of them are going to be very pleasant]

[notakumamommy]

[yes, clearly this wasn't the best idea. brb crushing some boxes with body weight. ow, I think that's a monopoly piece shoved into my spine.]

[flowercomplex]

[He might be feeling some board pieces shoving into him, too. Pause. Groans, propping himself up with his arms]

[notakumamommy]

[kicks at.] Old man.