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]

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?

[growsyourfear]

If that was all you did, then no. But c'mon, Barty, you spend a lot of time doing the naked tango with mamasita.

[slowspeedster]

What, you want details? Photos? I think you might be the perv here.

[growsyourfear]

Um, no. Trust me, I heard enough. Mom's not the only one with an affinity for plants. Dude... really? The plants?

[slowspeedster]

Nothing wrong with exploring options, is there? *innocent*

[growsyourfear]

Plants are not options. You're using them as... additives. [Which has her eyes narrowing as she looks him over.]

[slowspeedster]

You want weird, try sleeping with a precog. *not that he has anything against Rose...*

[growsyourfear]

I'd rather stay away from head-yappers and the like, thanks.

[slowspeedster]

Well, I'm also not going to give you a demonstration. That really would be pervy.

[growsyourfear]

How would that be pervy? You're closer to my age than hers. And it's not like you guys are married. Hell, she's still shacking up with Daddy. So... where's the problem?

Oh, right. I'm not your 'type'. [Now he'll get a sullen pout and crossed arms]

[slowspeedster]

Because you're her daughter.

...I don't really have a type.

[growsyourfear]

And you're old enough to be her son, so... hello? Logic? Out the window. I'm not asking for matrimony or anything. I just... might want to see what all the fuss is about.

No?

[slowspeedster]

Do you have any idea what your mom would do to me? So, yeah, not going there.