You know you ship something too hard when...

[growsyourfear]

I'm telling. I'm willing to bet there are like, fifteen versions of Mom on here who will kick your ass. And let's not even bring Daddy into this. Yeah, I get it. You love the rentals together. Hey, I'm a fan too, because, hello... can't exist without them. But seriously? You're actually bringing me over here?

To do what, exactly? I can't play against your version of Mom, since that's like, player-cest or something. And while you've gotten along with a few Cranes, I don't think any of them are going to be too pleased with this. And what about Aunty Harl, huh?

[But... I figured out a way for it to happen. Your birth is logical and feasible.]

Well, good for you. Aren't you the queen of sunshine and freakin' sparkles. I'm sure everyone gives a rat's ass. Oh, no, wait, they don't. You're just lucky I can't get my hands on you, lady. Otherwise... *shakes fist*

[Cookie?]

--*takes cookie* I still don't like you.

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[slowspeedster]

I'm not sure you'd like me, but I love spending time with your mom. Never met your dad.

[growsyourfear]

Yeeeah... I've heard about you and mom. Aren't you like, younger than me?

[slowspeedster]

I don't know. How old are you?

[growsyourfear]

Eighteen.

[slowspeedster]

A little younger, then. *shrugs*

[growsyourfear]

So...

How come she keeps you around when she doesn't keep the others?

[Jealous? Who? Her?... nah...]

[slowspeedster]

Maybe because I respect her views, if not always her methods? I really don't know.

[growsyourfear]

Really? So, you're not just in it for her tatas?

[slowspeedster]

Just because I'm a teenager, it doesn't mean I'm that shallow.

[not that the sex isn't mindblowing...]

[growsyourfear]

Hey, being a teenager has nothing to do with it. I'm not shallow. I'm totally deep.

[Never mind that she has no idea about the sex side of things. What, you think her parents and aunt wouldn't be just a little overprotective?]

[slowspeedster]

Maybe she finds it refreshing to spend time with someone like me. And maybe erode my morals.

[growsyourfear]

See, now, that last bit I could totally believe. Making a goody-goody go darkside would be just perfect for her tastes.

So, you like the cookies over here?

[Smiiiiirk]

[slowspeedster]

The...what? [ears reddening]

[growsyourfear]

The cookies, ginger-boy. Figurative and literal.

[slowspeedster]

Um. Hypermetabolism. I eat a lot. [Totally not answering the subtext. In the interest of maintaining his life]

[growsyourfear]

So, I guess that means you pig-out, hmm?

[Yup, she's going to go for another blush]

[slowspeedster]

Umm. [there's that blush she wanted]

[growsyourfear]

[She laughed, clapping lightly]

You're such a perv. I love it.

[slowspeedster]

I am not!

[growsyourfear]

Totally. You're banging my mom -alot- and you're like.. younger than me. Pervy McPerverson.

[slowspeedster]

She's an amazing woman.

[growsyourfear]

Don't try and slip out of this by being all complimentary and whatnot. I'm not dumb. I know she's awesome. She's my mom, dude.

[slowspeedster]

Fine. Would you rather I suggest you're jealous?

[growsyourfear]

I am so not jealous.

[slowspeedster]

But I'm a perv for enjoying spending time in a place the outside world doesn't intrude?