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[hugs_arent_free]

[Mammon is sitting in the living room near the phone where he's been listening to people for hours. Occasionally he writes something on a piece of paper by the light of a faintly glowing frog, but mostly he just looks bored.]It's annoying weather, isn't it Phantasma? I dislike being stuck in this house. It's dull. If Bel was here there would be

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[bustydefense]

Your drone mother is fussing again?

[hugs_arent_free]

She never stops unless she thinks someone responsible is looking after me.

[bustydefense]

That's unfortunate. Perhaps you could convince her to hire someone to "look after you."

[hugs_arent_free]

I can't convince her of anything. She pretends I'm speaking in baby talk. But I have thought of asking someone to play babysitter.

[viva_io]

Mammon is really brave...!

[hugs_arent_free]

Brave? It's just a storm.

[viva_io]

But it's really loud and dark and scary...

[hugs_arent_free]

Don't you have candles? You could at least change one of those things.

[hugs_arent_free]

[Hurray! Now mommy will be less obnoxious. Maybe she'll even spend time fussing over her angsty teenage son for a while instead of him.]

Look who's back. What were you doing out there?

[hugs_arent_free]

[Oh, take your time. It's fun to watch.]

You don't know that. You never know what information can be valuable.