(through GD's perspective)
You'd think after six years I'd learn when to stop drinking after I surpass the legal limit of alcohol consumption.
Especially now, which I haven't.
And what I damned well mean by '
Especially now,' is that I've been landed with several brats. I'm sure, that they have
actual parents and family, somewhere around here... well here being in this country,(Canada and Eurasia, they're both apart of the united states, right?) I am also quite sure my, somehow coming into possession of these wee little buggers is quite a funny story. Which in turn, makes me
really wish I could remember what
exactly happened... because the last few weeks have been a little blurry upstairs, you know?
But to me, it kinda happened like magic, y'see?
I wake up, three days ago with one of the most godawful and shitfaced hangovers I've had in
years, and that, my friend, is no joke... I've had my share of the entire alphabet of hangovers, thrice times over, so take my word for it that it, was hands down- the worst of all twenty-six letters of the s**t-faced, hangover alphabet.
Anyway, I wake up, worship that which is the silver Holy Grail,(aka a metal bucket one keeps near the bed after some bad times and throat choaking incidents) followed by a two hour and ten minute phone call on the big white telephone,(aka the toilet which I'd managed to drag myself over to, barely missing the floor, that time.) I then stumble down the hallway into my livingroom, and then wonder if I'm in the right mansion.
But yes, I wondered if I was in the right mansion, I was seeing the bloody stupid rainbow of fleshy skin colors about yay` high, with big patches of messed up colored hair... I thought the boys may have laced my last bottle of bear with vodka,(and we all know, beer and vodka ain't exactly friends.)
The lot of them have the biggest eyes I've ever seen, well, anything that wasn't a cartoon of some sort.
So that's all I know, the new maids I hired yesterday to clean up the mansion don't know s**t.
And now, I need you, to take some of these bastards off my hands; they never keep still and I swear if that twerp in the corner kicks me ONE MORE TIME I'M GONNA KILL IT!
(Notice the lack of an adult silhouette, that is because the final form will not be in a standard position... think *custom*)
Kiddlet:
Young and impressionable, your avatar appearance and color choices are not easily forgotten with this young boy.
PreTeen:
Interaction at this stage in the preteen's life is of the utmost importance; he is seriously questioning his personality. Was he really meant to be born a boy, was he meant to be straight? Your conversations with your "pet" may determine these key decisions in his young life.
Teenager:
His choice of color, dress, and style begin to emerge more dramatically. Do not be surprised if you find him wearing a similar skirt or pair of shoes that you had often worn when he was a child; be patient if you find him particularly vain at this period in his life.
Young Adult:
A snug fit, describes this yound adult; secure in his personality, as well as choice of style and dress, the young adult is now on the hunt for a lover or lovers. His choice of partners can be anything and anyone depending on what views and morals you have expressed upon him when he was young.
Adult:
Beyond secure, your adult is now comfortable with his chosen lifestyle and is looking to settle down.
