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[unantichristly]

[ hi port. tiny antichrist all up in your screens. adam is lying on his stomach on the floor somewhere, chin propped up in his palms, and there's paper spread around him with sharpie drawings all over them. dog is snuffling around in the background, and the poor thing's had a kind of headdress made of bits of leaves and feathers and string tied to his ears. apparently they were playing some kind of game before this.

adam looks.. surprisingly solemn, eyes maybe a little old for his face at first. ]

Dad's gone. Well, 'at version of him, anyway. I'm not really sure if I'm sad 'bout it or not, since I didn' know 'im all that well. I guess I'm still gonna' live with my cousin, but..

[ he glances down and away, dragging a pad of paper toward himself and toying with the spiral binding, mouth turning down in a faint frown. ]

.. I dunno', would've been nice t' finally get t' know him, you know? Fam'lies should get along an' all, an' me an' Dad never have. [ a pause, then he drops the notepad, glancing back up and offering a small smile. ] I s'pose not many Newcomers are lucky 'nough to have much of their fam'ly around, though, so I can't really whine 'bout it.

[ the smile widens. ]

So! I'll bet bunches of you've made new sorts of fam'lies, right?