Damn it.

Insert dramatic teenage post about mistletoe and any sort of kiddy feelings around it.

Rufus, you suck, by the way.

EDIT: ( Private; lol not hackable )': )

... And the point of that shit was?

[She's groggy, cranky, laying down, because of a massive headache for more than one reason]

That's it, I need something to eat. That'll make the headache go away.

[VOICE POST ACTIVATED]

Mama? Mama, where are you?

MAMAAA!!

[ooc; also five years old, and LOUD AND LIKELY MORE CLINGY I'll probably drop off the face of the earth soon, I should be asleep. SO.]