Miaow
Bad job, Superstar!
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emanuel vozetic
"I'm having a midlife crisis"
location
Dining Hall, Ground Floormood
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None yet c:<Sometimes Emanuel had to wonder what he'd done in a previous life to deserve to inherit a giant house full of unruly, supernatural children. A giant house? Sure, he wasn't complaining about that, but he had to share it with twenty-plus children with superpowers? He didn't sign up to be Angela Jolie, adopting every needy kid he saw!
He especially had to wonder when he woke up later than the rest of the kids. Someone was always hogging the TV, not sharing their toys, setting fire to something... You know, the usual. He'd always made sure his alarm was turned on after the arson incident.
He rolled onto his back beneath his sheets, taking a deep breath. It was better to compose himself before breakfast, then, at least when the kids say something stupid or gross while he's enjoying his coffee, his blood pressure won't rise high enough to kill him.
Who was he kidding, it was kind of nice to be surrounded by some semblance of a family. He didn't have his own, after all, and one of theseassholes lovely children was going to have to inherit this place when he was gone. Well, that was his hope, anyway, he didn't have anyone else to do it.
He put on his old-man slippers and shuffled his way down the corridor outside of his top floor bedroom, his feet wading through loose My Little Ponies. How the heck did they get up here anyway? No matter. He was down on the ground floor soon enough, take his seat at the head of the table. Whether there were kids there already or not, he was unaware, giving his grateful grunt to the cook who prepared his coffee each morning. He sipped it, waiting for it to kick in. Maybe then he could acknowledge the residents.
He especially had to wonder when he woke up later than the rest of the kids. Someone was always hogging the TV, not sharing their toys, setting fire to something... You know, the usual. He'd always made sure his alarm was turned on after the arson incident.
He rolled onto his back beneath his sheets, taking a deep breath. It was better to compose himself before breakfast, then, at least when the kids say something stupid or gross while he's enjoying his coffee, his blood pressure won't rise high enough to kill him.
Who was he kidding, it was kind of nice to be surrounded by some semblance of a family. He didn't have his own, after all, and one of these
He put on his old-man slippers and shuffled his way down the corridor outside of his top floor bedroom, his feet wading through loose My Little Ponies. How the heck did they get up here anyway? No matter. He was down on the ground floor soon enough, take his seat at the head of the table. Whether there were kids there already or not, he was unaware, giving his grateful grunt to the cook who prepared his coffee each morning. He sipped it, waiting for it to kick in. Maybe then he could acknowledge the residents.
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