He's been feeling dramatic lately. Ha ha.

Lia: *points to the cabinet in front of her before groaning* I'll be back, I have two very adult acting childish children to deal with.

Oh god, he'll love her around the holidays. Cookies, cakes, pies, fudge. She's all about holiday sweet making. And when she needs to clear her head.

Yeah. I imagine her already having not been feeling well, but just thinking it would go away with some sleep and when it doesn't she's just like 'well, fuck.'

Aless: *makes hand motions*

Lia: *comes in and leans on door frame* you two have exactly two minutes to get this mess cleaned up and that lamp fixed or you're both grounded. *looks at Atty* quit acting, Atticus.

Atty: yes [i]mom. [/i] *goes to talk again and can't* *pouts*

Lia: two minutes and I'll be be, it better be done.