spoiled rotten ;

people ask a lot. i’m sure you know. why are you staying over spring break? over christmas? don’t you want to spend it with your family? [ jean nudges the fork’s handle anticlockwise with the tip of one finger with a quiet scraping sound, trying to mask the look of disdain he focuses down at his place. ] i usually just tell them my parents are away with work. often it’s the case.

[ jean snorts at the idea of fishing in the lake, then lets the silence come for a few beats. he casts flora a glance while he thinks of what to say next. ]

mmmm, i guess. there shouldn’t be any shame in staying though, right? it’s be nice to visit others sometime, but overall, i’d rather stay here than go home. it’s much more intrestng here, anyway.

[ she finishes most of her food while neiher of them speaks, pushing the plate away a little. ]

“Yes! I’m Brenda!”

[She held up her chocolate and caramel bar up at “the pretty girl”. Where she had gotten the chocolate was a mystery. Or perhaps, not so much. She did have pocket money to spend however she pleased. Perhaps she used some of that to get herself some chocolate?]

[ as much as flora likes sweets sometimes, she doesn’t want to take it from a little kid who probably doesn’t have a lot of money to spend on nice things. ]

[ dogs are possibly the most food-oriented animals jean has ever known, even when they’re this tiny. ]

[ flora shifts a little, bending down to scratch toast behind the ear with her human hand. he’s definitely more jean’s dog than hrs, and she doesn’t mind that at all, but it’s nice to pet something bigger than a rat sometimes. ]

          anyway, chill. i know shooting the sofa was a little too far. hence why i replaced it.

[ flora’s right - she’s definitely toughened up. her eyes opened around a week ago, and she’s beginning to take her first shaky steps when she’s given the chance. jean’s even felt tiny, needle-like teeth when she sucks too far up the bottle’s teat and accidentally catches his finger, which is as good a sign as any that she’s almost ready. ]

[ jean disappears into the kitchen, returning swiftly with a small teated bottle half-filled with puppy milk (protein-packed runt edition). ]

[ flora shifts mocha and the rats in her arms, and the puppy makes a soft noise, pawing at her collarbone. she sits down on the sofa, leaving a spot for jean to sit so he can feed mocha. ]

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[ flora snorts, scratching behind mocha’s ear. ]

[ flora yawns, gently wrapping mocha up in a blanket and picking her up. almost immediately, peach and coconut try to bury themselves in the blanket too. ]

well, yeah, it’s just --