The Greens v2.0 - Generation 6.3
Previously: Babies, death, birthdays, etc. Basically all of the typical hijinks. You know how it is.
We begin this update with Raimi hating on Victor some more.
Raimi: FEMALE. How hard is that to understand?
Victor: Ican'tcontrolitohgod.
So, I wasn't lying last update when I said that Brian was a snuggler.
Luckily, snuggling is something everyone in the house can do.
Unlike everything else involved in childcare.
Mike: If I practice my chewing on this doll, perhaps I will be allowed solid food.
Brian: What are you doing? Can I play, too?
Mike: I am testing the flavor of each doll. It is quite fascinating.
Mike: This block tastes quite delicious.
Brian: Hey watch! If I press down really hard, it goes smoosh!
Meanwhile, Knipp has plopped herself down in a corner to do her homework.
And then she races outside to greet the first child to walk by in ages.
Knipp: Hello! You look like you could understand the depths of my darkened soul.
Idoru: Actually, I probably could but I apparently have a 6pm curfew.
I can't get Sutherland to do anything anymore without ghosts scaring actions out of his queue. :|
I just thought this was cute, OK?
Sweetheart, this would probably look more ominous and impressive if you:
A) didn't smile and
B) wore some clothes.
Still an alcoholic.
And a stoner. :|
Kaufman: *moan whine bitch bitch whine*
Sutherland: *bubbles!*
Synchro-neglect.
Seriously. There are how many adults in this household?
Stele can't do everything, guys.
Roach: AND NOW WE'RE ADDING ANOTHER ONE TO THE MIX?!
Roy: Hohshit.
Baby girl, Roy's skin, black hair, blue eyes. Her name is Deke. :3
;lawejoasdvj;ajf WHY ARE YOU HANDING OFF THE BABY. I DIDN'T GET A TWINS MESSAGE.
[I apparently can't go an update without something being needlessly deleted by photobucket. o.O]
Roach: Oh, calm down. The unmade bed was just bugging the hell out of me.
Sutherland: That's my boy.
Roy: Why am I holding the baby? I gotta piss.
Knipp: I want to play with grandpa.
Roy: Here. You hold the baby. I have to-- Oo. Naked husband.
Sutherland: Can I leave, please?
Well, then. We didn't really want you to come over, anyway.
Crazy, tiny, rich child whose eccentric parents allow him to keep a psychic advisor.
Roy: *POP!* HOLY PINKDUST, BATMAN!
Sutherland: I'd really like to escape this bedroom now, if you don't mind.
Deke: *raises hand* I'd really like him to escape, too, so maybe I can get fed?
PUPPIES.
And one is a girl! I don't remember which but. Her name is Craven.
Raimi: Finally.
Salva: That means I can stop with this pregnancy madness now, right?
It's been a while since I've had a puddle splasher. :3
Sutherland: Hissssss! Where did that sun come from?!
roadtogreen: It was there when you walked out the door, dumbass. :|
Sutherland: *drowns his pain*
OK. Tiny, rough-coat puppy. That is Craven.
Craven: I'mma bite you, Mr. Robot. Just you wait.
Stele was not pleased.
I, however, lol'd forever at this face.
So, Roy? Officially not taking his one and only pregnancy nearly as well as Roach took all of his.
Roy: Bzuhwha?
Roy: I just had the weirdest dream-- Shit, I still gotta pee.
Roy: TOO MANY STAIRS. CAN'T MAKE IT.
Roy: Oh god, nobody saw that, right?
Roach: I saw nothing.
Roy: I can't believe I peed myself. *cries*
Roach: Do you have any idea how many people have pissed themselves in this house?
Roach: Here. I know how to cheer you up. And also make your child legitimately mine.
Roy: If I'm gonna live here, I might as well officially be part of the family.
Roach and Roy: *consume each other's faces*
I am always shocked when they autonomously have a moment of good parenting.
And this one was not only shocking but adorable.
TWINLY BIRTHDAY.
Brian: Oh good! Dad's here! He didn't miss it! :D
Mike: This feeling is most peculiar.
lol Matching pajamas. :3
Roy: Woo! Happy birthd-- *passes out*
Mike: My brother is also unconscious standing behind me is he not?
roadtogreen: Um, yes. Yes, he is.
Mike: *sigh* Such an auspicious beginning to our childhood.
Roy: Fuh?
roadtogreen: Go to bed. :|
NEXT DAY.
Roy: OH CHRIST WHAT IS THIS I'M DYING.
No you're not. You're just giving birth.
Meet Gus. Little boy, Roy's skin, alien eyes and brown hair.
ALSO NOT A TWIN. Thank god for small miracles.
Mike: Come on, come all! Let me show to you my wonderous abilities!
Knipp: Boo! Hiss! Booooo! Get out of the door!
Mike: I... I have...failed.
Hello, Roach. Joining your father's little club, I see?
Roach: Well, if he's going to leave drinks out on the bar...
STELE. BAD INFLUENCE. D:
I'm determined to get this car finished. Eventually.
Birthday time for Deke!
Roach: You know, Stele. We are about to have cake.
Stele: *ignores in favor of feeding the children something that isn't full of sugar*
And here we have her. Kind of chubby and pretty much adorable. ♥
So, fact of the matter is that Mike adores Sutherland. She's like his tiny minion.
Mike: Recently I was asking my teacher about the process of reproduction and she said...
Sutherland: ...halp?
Sutherland: Uh, you know what? There are just some conversations I don't want to have with my 8-year-old granddaughter.
Mike: But--
Sutherland: Help me clean the dishes.
Craven: ...but that bed is mine.
Roy: Congratulations on getting me out of the wishing well!
Stele: *is determined to lighten Knipps heavy, black heart*
roadtogreen: *still determined to finish the damned car*
Brian: So this kid in class was talking about aliens like he actually knew all about them
and I was like "You don't now shit!" and he was kind of a dick and was all "Like you now any better."
and I almost said that I did but then I thought maybe Dad and Granpa might not like it
if I told everyone that our family had aliens in it.
Mike: Truly, brother dear, never mind Father and Grandfather.
Can you imagine what it would be like if everyone in school
knew that we were both the descendants of an alien race?
Brian: Damn, I hadn't thought about that. We'd never be able to ride the bus in peace ever again!
These are the woes of the youngest generation of Greens.
Roach: Deke, honey, why don't you and the puppy crawl out and cuddle in the living room.
...and these are the woes of their parents.
Next time: The children start to seriously steal the spotlight around here.