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What This Thread Is

This is a place where anyone from Feardoc's Thread, with a kid or without one, can come and actually hang out with Tanz and his family.

This is by no means a formal RP, anyone can jump in at any time. I always wanted to know what the guys would do if the house was packed.

This can even be a place where your character just wants to chill for a while I am fine with anything as long as you either catch me at the main thread or PM me in advanced.

Rules

DON'T POST UNLESS YOU ARE RPing. NOT EVEN IF YOU USE [[BRACKETS]]. You can ask all questions and make all comments either on the main thread or through PM.

Be Nice. Anyone caught being an a** or just ebing rude will be ignored and they will be reported if it keeps up. We are nice sensible people, if you are nice to us we are going to be nice to you.

More to come....

Introduction

The café was really slow today. The last customer came an hour ago and the rays of the setting sun were coming through the west windows. There was no hope of anyone else coming out on a Sunday evening. So everyone was just relaxing and hoping that the time would come where they could close and get on with their lives.

Tanz was humming to himself while he played with Monkey, his stuffed monkey he always takes with him. The white and orange stitches were barely noticeable in the fading light. Even if Tanz was adopted (more like he fell into Shiri’s lap) at a bad time he still gets along and takes care of everyone. He has his scars, emotional and physical, from learning to live with such a varied group but Tanz is finally getting the hang of it.

Quentin and Collan were arguing in the kitchen throwing pans and utensils, most likely two steps away from finally strangling or shove each other against a wall. Depending on who got the last punch. Everyone knew about them. Even the customers that never get to see their faces knew from the tone of voices they used that they were in love, though most of the time he only thing you could hear was yelling.

Neil was still standing at the front desk waiting for anyone to walk in. He stood there not because he loved people, but because he didn’t want to watch Otto dance around with is headphones on mopping up the floor. If he looked at him too long Neil knew he would do something he could never take back, like actually kissing the idiot.

Kent was actually in the same time zone as his brothers and thought it would be a good idea to stop by his restaurant and see how the place was running. He was currently at the bar washing dishes and glasses as he whistled with the birds singing outside. Kent was thinking about his wife and the home that they just bought off the sandy coast of a navy blue ocean. He couldn’t wait for the summer when he would bring his family down. Boy are they going to be in for the time of their lives.

Otto had his volume on full blast as he skated around the shop with his flip flops. Mouthing the words and jerking to the bass he tried to think of the date he had later that night. But the picture and name would never form in his head. The only thing he could think about what the cold statue of a man that seemed to always be in his way (in the real world or in his most private thoughts). Turning up his blasting music one volume higher he tried to drown out everything and hope everything would go back to normal in the morning.

Shiri was sitting backwards on a chair watching them all. He has never been good with people and he knew the only reason why he still had this job was because he was the younger brother. Looking at his family and his friends interact and live brought a smile to his usually curiously blank face. He might be the idiot who can’t take care of himself but he has all these people to look him and each other. They all wouldn’t be able to stand in the same room with each other, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t kill for one another.

This was a family, with people of every personality, shape, form and temperament. If everyone was to look around they would know that they are all thinking the same thing.

This is the happiest time of our lives.

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