9 bullet casings - PSA

[f_ck_your_fish]

[Davina's departure finds Eunice a little more bothered than she thought she'd be, so she's doing what she does every time something like this happens: keeping busy. having flipped through the journals idly a few times, she's come across a common problem, and decided to do a little community service. as such, she's down in the kitchen, tacking a

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[daddyhost]

[Has ignored most of that LIKE A PRO, latching onto one thing and one thing only.]

...A commoner's microwave oven?!

[f_ck_your_fish]

... As opposed to what, the Queen of Sheba's toaster oven?

[daddyhost]

I've never heard of royalty with a toaster over...

Can I come and use it? Please?

[f_ck_your_fish]

Honey, are you for real?

[daddyhost]

...Yes?

There are imaginary people here?!

[f_ck_your_fish]

If you count the so-called ghosts, I guess there are.

1/3

[daddyhost]

G-G-G-

[daddyhost]

GHOSTS?!

[daddyhost]

[brb retreating to mah corner to tremble.]

[f_ck_your_fish]

[OH YOU ARE A SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE AREN'CHA.]

All they do is bring you stuff, honey. They don't hurt you. And they're not really scary.

[daddyhost]

[THE MOST SPESHUL OF ALL!]

...

[f_ck_your_fish]

... why don't you just come on down to the kitchen and I can show you the microwave.

[she'll make him some pizza rolls or something]

[daddyhost]

[And suddenly he has BOUNCED RIGHT BACK!]

Really???!

[f_ck_your_fish]

Really, really. C'mon down, kiddo.

[and she'll just pop a piece of gum and lean on the counter, waiting for him to get there]

[daddyhost]

[And about ten minutes later there's an incredibly bouncy (and devilishly handsome) seventeen year old dashing into the kitchen and over to the various appliances with a look of awe, voice a reverent whisper.]

...Mass produced~

[f_ck_your_fish]

[that's GOTTA be him. she raises an eyebrow]

What, people make microwaves by hand where you're from?