[ Y'all are are noisy as fuck and this old man is tired. What is the trouble, anyway? From the bedroom: ] It's not Zura, it's Katsura! [ He sounds pretty agitated at this, but comes creeping out of the bedroom in a house robe, his hair tied off to the side and over his right shoulder.
A little black kitten is held in his hands over his shoulder like it's a child. He was the picturesque display of exhausted housewife, with the anime dead mom hairstyle and everything. ]
Silence— go to bed, you dirty mop. Restless nights are bad for the soul. [ oh. A little yawn. He doesn't notice Tenka right off when he wanders in the hallway. ]
Larry-chan has school in the morning, you know that. [ ... Larry-chan. ... School ... ]
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From the bedroom: ]
It's not Zura, it's Katsura!
[ He sounds pretty agitated at this, but comes creeping out of the bedroom in a house robe, his hair tied off to the side and over his right shoulder.
A little black kitten is held in his hands over his shoulder like it's a child. He was the picturesque display of exhausted housewife, with the anime dead mom hairstyle and everything. ]
Silence— go to bed, you dirty mop. Restless nights are bad for the soul.
[ oh. A little yawn. He doesn't notice Tenka right off when he wanders in the hallway. ]
Larry-chan has school in the morning, you know that.
[ ... Larry-chan. ...
School ... ]