143rd. st.

[not_avampire]

[Voice Post | | Muffled]

Dad?

Daaaad?

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaa- [Muffled bang. "Ow!" can be heard.]

D-dad. Can I come out, now? I promise I'll, uh. Stay in the shadows? I'll be good. I won't bite anyone!

And could you slip some food under the door or something? The cat's starting to get hungry.

[/Voice Post | | Muffled]

Comments

[obliviomancy]

Shut up. You're scaring Mother.

[not_avampire]

Real- Oh, sorry.

You don't gotta be so mean about it.

[obliviomancy]

Was that mean? I can't tell anymore. Hm.

Uh. Do you want dumplings today..?

[not_avampire]

'Shut up' isn't nice. I mean. I don't think it is.

Y-yes, please.

YOUR MOTHER LOL

[ourdenouement]

oh lordy XD

[not_avampire]

I'm sorry! I'll be quieter.

[ourdenouement]

I got you some self-tanning lotion! And rolled it down the steps. I can't imagine you get too much sun down there~

[not_avampire]

Really? Thank you, mom. Th-that's really nice of you.

[notsohorrible]

....

....Maybe tomorrow.

[not_avampire]

...Pleeeeeease?

[notsohorrible]

I'll think about it. And I'll send some food down, please don't eat the cat.

[not_avampire]

Thank you, dad. I'll be good, I promise.

I would never eat the cat! How would I cook him?

[expandtozero]

Oooh~ An abused child?

Fun!

[not_avampire]

Hey. Hey! I'm not abused!

[expandtozero]

Then why do you have to stay locked up? And beg for a food?

It sounds like abuse~