[Simply. And positively gleeful. And already in forward, downstairs, outside-motion.]

Finally!

Does that mean that Daddy's done yelling now?

That was way too much candy.

My stomach's gonna explode.

Ugh, my brain hurts.

I totally wanna go to school. Bet they don't have annoying noises at school.

I mean, not unless you count Mrs. Whitman's voice.

School's starting again in, um - a week almost.

Phaethon, do you have supplies and stuff? Like all your pencils and notebooks and folders and things? Cause if you don't, we totally have to go to Staples. Teachers get all frowny if you don't have the right stuff in your bookbag.

Everything is itchy.

[Her voice is scratchy and occasionally slips into something that verges on whining - just until she can manage to stop herself, of course.]

I thought it'd stop so I didn't say nothin' because everybody isn't feeling good, but it's - but now it's more itchy and it sucks and I think it's in my throat an' I can't scratch there ( Read more... )

Okay, this one is really uncool. I'm totally starting to miss school lunch.

It's lame. No one misses school lunch.

Cronus really needs to stop watching the Saw movies.

This is totally going to suck.

i'm supposed to go get my cast off -

don't -

dude was really bad at the 'don't call me mom while we're at school game.'

don't like them better than me.

[She'd fumbled her phone out of her pillowcase (emergencies happened a lot - it never hurt to be prepared) a short time after she'd been woken up by the fact that her toes were freezing. Her voice is slurred and sleepy - all muffled, domed noise from somewhere fully tucked underneath her blanket.]

Um? [A yawn.] Why're we outside?