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 Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 7:46 pm
 Sorrel: -stacking his mother's boxes of tea and cookies so that they create a small city, his tongue sticking out as he concentrates, standing on his tip toes so that he can set the final box on the tallest tower. Stepping back, he gave a satisfied nod and demolished the whole city with barrel roll, sighing as he flopped down on the half-crushed boxes- Man, where did Anise and Monte go? I bet they ditched me to hang out with grandpa again...
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 8:01 pm
 Nalin: -fearing for his very soul, Nalin took his little baby bowl that was staying with him, and his baby sister to go somewhere else and escape their parents as they seemed to want to eat him or something right now- Hmmmm.... Deciding it would be safe, he booked it to his older brother's place, smirking as he saw his nephew sprawled out amongst boxes as they snuck in- Tryin' to break your poor mom's stuff, huh? -grinning, he set Nymph's bowl down at a safe distance from the mess of boxes- Nymphaea: -chimes excitedly, waving her chopsticks at her cousin- [[Hiiiii! Hi hi!]] Clover: -smiling, she simply sits down off to the side, watching as she hasn't been very social with much of anyone, though waving a clawed paw as she smiles at her nephew as well-
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 8:30 pm
Sorrel: Wha-? -sitting up, he sniffed in the bowl's direction, trying to place where it had come from; this family was getting bigger every time he turned around, how was he supposed to keep up?!- What are you doing here, Uncle.... Aunt? -leaning back, he tried to look up at them, ears twitching as he heard the sound of cookies crunching under him- Ack! -getting up, he stepped carefully around all the boxes and shook himself out- Am not! Mom has like a million boxes! I can't help it if there's not much else to play with around here. I can't find Anise or Monte to play with me o ^o -admires his aunt's legs, scooting a bit closer as he waves back-
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 12:54 pm
Nymphaea: -weebling forward a bit... as much as her daddy would let her before he picked her back up, she continued waving her chopsticks at Sorrel- [[Plaaaaaaaaaaaaay with me, tooooooo! D8]]Nalin: -snickering as Nymph got too excited for her own good, he set her back down in his lap- Errr... -eye twitching some at the question, he just kind of peered off to the side- Well.. My parents are being crazy, so.. y'know... we figured we'd stop by and say hi! -smirking, he shook his head- I'm not gonna tell or anything. l3Clover: -sitting back from everything, she snickered in amusement to herself... that is until she noticed her nephew staring as he inched closer to her- Errrr... Hi? -she said in an unsure tone, not exactly sure what he was doing-
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 9:00 pm
Sorrel: -unsure of what the bowl was saying, he simply stared at her some more and had moved his paw forward to bat at her when his uncle grabbed a hold of the little bowl- Am I supposed to know what those chimes mean? D8;; I mean I know I wasn't a bowl that long ago but.... -scratches his head at his uncle's explanation- Aren't all parents crazy? I mean mine are crazy.... Smoochy. Blech. Grandpa just encouraged Anise to steal all the attention! She always acts so cute because she's all rainbows like dad, but big brothers are better = ^= -scoots back toward Clover and looks up at her with big, innocent, blinking eyes- Your legs are so cool, auntie Clover. My daddy doesn't have cool legs like that. Do they make you super strong? * ^*
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 10:11 am
Nymphaea: -waggles her chopsticks sadly, chiming a sound that just seems like a pout-Nalin: Ahhahah... I like you kid. You already know where it's at apparently. And yeah... All parents are crazy > >; Mine especially.... And Nah... We can't understand 'em, but I'm sure she'll be out and about to bother you soon enough l3 Awww.. Dun take it to heart, kid. My old man is a bit on the off side of things... You ain't missin' much -smirks, amused at the way Sorrel is in awe of Clover-Clover: Oh... uhm.. errr... Yeah... I guess they do. -scratches at her cheek while in thought- I haven't really tried them out like that yet... -with a bit of a smirk, she reaches down and scoops up Sorrel, holding him up over her head- Well! I'm strong enough to hold you up at least~ -giggles-
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 4:03 pm
Sorrel: -puffs out his chest- Of course I know! I'm the coolest, smartest older brother my siblings could ask for! -neglects to mention he's the middle child, pensively watching the bowl for a moment- Yeah, I guess bowls grow pretty fast, huh? It seemed like it only lasted a minute. Grandpa didn't seem very impressed by my- Waah! -flails a little and clings to one of Clover's prawn arms, studying it up close- Man is this thing cool! Wha- Hey wait, are you calling me fat? >8C I'll get you for that one, auntie. -kicks his legs around-
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 5:27 am
Nalin: ... -smirking, he quirks a brow at the kit- Uhhuh... Oldest, huh? I could have sworn you were the monkey in the middle l3 -looking at his daughter's bowl, he grimaces slightly- Yeah... A little too fast if yah ask me... -scared of what this bowl will release into the world-Nymphaea: [[.... I HEARD THAT DADDY! You are so gonna get it when I get outa here!]] -continues chiming in a angry tone as she keeps a string of threats coming out-Nalin: .... . .; -holds Nymph out at a small distance-Clover: -laughing as she holds her little nephew up in the air, her eyes go wide at his little angry fit- O/////O I would never call anyone such a thing! -with a squeak, she sets him down, giving a most apologetic look- I'm sorry if it came out that way... ; ^ ; -totally tearing up and ready to cry, feeling like a bad auntie-
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 6:09 pm
Sorrel: -makes a sour face- Yeah well, oldest in maturity. Who cares about /real/ age. -stares at the bowl, slightly uncomfortable and not sure he wants to know what the little gal was saying- Well... I mean at least kits have more mobility. I think it took a lot out of mom having to carry us long distances.... -gently touches the ground and looks back up at his aunt, eyes narrowed until he sees the tears- O O;;; -waves his arms around and clings to one of her legs- H-Hey wait...! I was only kidding! I always play fight with daddy ; ; -nuzzles her prawn plating- Don't cry. I don't like it when pretty ladies cry, especially my aunties.
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