STAY FROSTY ROYAL MILK TEA — private, girls night

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    ミTAGS && her and her own mother's relationship has always been rocky. frenchie was a strong woman 'til it came to chicago and her brother; the gaunt look that danced across her ashen features and the intermingling storm of disgust and anger in her ruby eyes when they fell into her line of sight was unkind to the then-child's mind. she can't remember much from her life before her unfortunate death, but she certainly remembers that. (scars aren't easy to forget). she lets eyes of boysenberry pass over the tinier builds (with the major exception of one) of her flesh and blood, her own daughters, and not for the first time she wonders if she is any better than frenchvanilla or just as bad. the house is warm, her heater sweeping ample winds over her bedroom and those who inhabit it with a flutter of its fans. soft music tinkles from the radio, the lyrics lost in the timely current of chatter, and a lonely stick of incense hangs on the far corner, perfuming the air with a strong and comforting scent and enveloping her mind. she relaxes her thoughts; of course she's not as bad as french, that woman never even bothered trying to connect to her or alcatrazisland and that's the difference between them. leisurely tugging a pillow under her elbows, chicagocrimes bats long lashes at her girls, a soft exhale of words curling from her tongue, "anybody want me to do their nails?" she tilts her chin toward the waiting make-up kit, all shiny and new.


    tequilanight .   PineFall   creamsoda

    this was a night that tequila would not easily forget. the shine of her mother's eye, the warmth of both the room and her surrounding family, huddled together to gossip. a purr arose from the ragdoll's throat, her feeling of contentment rising with every minute she spent there.


    she chose to lay on her mother's right side, rather eager to begin whatever activities they were partaking in that night. "sure, ma." as she pushed her gentle paws towards her mother, a sudden thought entered her mind. what if things were different? what if she had been left without either parent, like so many others had been? she knew naught of her father, bill cipher, but she was somewhat aware of the awful reputation he had gathered. perhaps that was for the best, then, that she had no recollection of him.


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    Ally couldn't help but smile lightly towards the girls night that had been planned, it was good to get away from her litter of only brothers. Shifting slightly before grabbing an extra pillow to rest her upper body on, now was the time they could all talk without the boys pushing into the room and bothering them. "It's nice that will actually get a nice to ourselves ya? No brothers wandering their way in here to ruin everything"The elkhound would blow a bit of smoke from her maw, as a sort of calming motion. Making sure to not accidentally blow in the direction of her mama or sisters.


    The sudden thought of doing more then just their nails was clearly in her thoughts, maybe they could go out and ause a bit of drama. Of course, Chica had to agree for Baked to allow her younger siblings to see what she did everyone in a while.

    THERE MUST BE MORE THAN THIS — CreamSoda — The Sanctuary — tags


    Cream tilted her head. She... supposed it was nice to be alone. The girl hummed, staring down at her paws. She would have to pass on the nails. She was never one for overly girly stuff, anyways. She chuckled at Tequila's eagerness. She always was a sweet kid. Cream turned to Alaska, tilting her head. They'll be mad we didn't invite them. She tilted her head, cuddling closer to the blankets she was wrapped up in. Is anyone else cold? she asked. It was freezing in here... she couldn't wait until spring.


    ミTAGS &&bill cipher is a shit piece of man that chica prays will never step into the light of this world again. wherever he is, she hopes it's six feet underground. the only good thing about him was his willingness to be a 'sperm donor'-- other than that he can rot in hell. the woman cracks a soft smile at tequilanight, one of the gifts said spawn of hell gave her, and pops the kit open to unveil a small arrangement of primary and secondary colors, "which one?" eyes glide over toward baked and cream's casual chatter and her gentle smirk molds into an impish grin. ah yes, the boys. chica cares strongly for all of her children but seeing as how the girls are undoubtedly outnumbered by their brothers and therefore the mother is often busier with them and their attention-grabbing antics, she felt inclined to set this whole thing up just to keep them from feeling locked out of the loop. "they can't be mad about it if they never know," the mistress dares to hum, flashing a sly wink at the two squawking moments before the complaint hits the air. chica pauses. cold? here? she thought it was plenty warm but if cream disagrees... "feel free to turn up the heater if you want." chicagocrimes airily advises, blinking pale eyes toward the contraption in question.

    //chica is such a good mom i love her


    tequilanight would probably never know of bill cipher or his current whereabouts, but at this point she honestly didn't care. she had a loving family without him, which was more than enough for her. "blue," the femme hummed, not even taking an extra moment to lull over the other colors. she didn't even care what kind of blue it was, though she would admit that she favored the color of the night sky over any other. teq didn't mind being outnumbered by her male siblings; she had her few sisters and mothers to scratch that itch.


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    THERE MUST BE MORE THAN THIS — CreamSoda — The Sanctuary — tags


    //I DONT GIVE A FUCK IF I LOVE TRIANGLES PREACH CHICA


    Soda blinked, turn up the heat? Herself? She huffed, puffing one of her cheeks out. Fine. She could do that. Shedding her blanket fort, the frail cat stood up, taking a few steps to the thermostat. She twisted the nob, commanding it to heat the house a few extra degrees. She turned to the rest of the group, a smile on her muzzle. I'm going to boil some water for cocoa, she called, Would anyone like some hot drinks?