☄ ATTACK OF THE FILLER

[whiterosefoes]

[one day. ONE DAY AT HOME, WITHOUT RAMPAGING MONSTERS - was that so much to ask!?]

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[whiterosefoes]

[Wow, Bakura. Shoes in the house to begin with!! Your Japanese host would be totally appalled.]

Well, you're rude and weird. Who keeps their shoes on while they nap, anyway?

[fluffydeathdealer]

What? It's not like I was in an actual bed!

[He stares at her in mock-confusion.]

[whiterosefoes]

[A slightly flat look, then she turns back to scrape the rest of the potato out of its skin.]

You shouldn't put shoes on a couch anyway. And it's uncomfortable!

[Well, not that she can judge other people's comfort, but how tired was he even.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Should I start calling you 'mother'?

[He's making no effort to put his feet down. Not now that it's clearly gotten to her.]

[whiterosefoes]

Only if you plan to be a good boy and obey me. I won't adopt any little shits.

[Nom. That's you.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Obey? Me? You must be out of your mind! I couldn't be a good boy if you were paying me for it.

[He laughs, totally not offended by her insult.]

Anyway, isn't it your job as a parent to keep the child on the right track, not the job of the child to be inherently good?

[whiterosefoes]

That's right. So if I were your mum, you'd be off to boarding school. You'd need to be paying me instead, no one's got time for that!

[fluffydeathdealer]

So you'd give up on your own dear child, and send them off to be looked after by a total stranger? How cruel!

[whiterosefoes]

"Dear" is a stretch. [Cruel indeed.]

And anyway, it'd be a lot of strangers. Lots of eyes watching a kid like you. That's the only way you'd ever learn.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Ouch!

[He mock-winces, looking at her with an amused expression. He needs that many eyes watching over him, does he? He guesses if he were human, he'd be constantly in trouble...]

I guess I know my place in your heart!

[whiterosefoes]

I'm only doing what's best for you!!!

[And her food is done so she'll punctuate that sentence by attempting to bump his feet off.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Don't you mean what's best for you, and for the world?

[He does his best to keep his feet up there, resisting her pressure. It's definitely not easy in his position though, and she soon wins, his feet falling off.]

[whiterosefoes]

Of course that too. Anything you do will reflect back on me, after all... "Where did I go wrong?" I'll have to be constantly thinking about it.

[She has kind of a cynical view on motherhood, does it show?

But she looks satisfied when his feet are off, at least.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

So if you ever have kids, I'd better hurry up and smother them fast to spare them a lifetime of disparaging looks, then?

[It shows! He's kind of amused by it, really. If not by her infuriatingly smug looks.]

[whiterosefoes]

[She sniffs haughtily at that, lifting her voice.]

Of course not. My actual kids will be perfect in every way, and not in the least bit like you!

[fluffydeathdealer]

You know you've just jinxed yourself, right? Now all your future kids will be devilspawn, the kind of brats who climb up the curtains wearing muddy boots and shove over old ladies!

[It's sod's law, Harriet. You just doomed your future family.]

[whiterosefoes]

Oh nonsense, it was obviously a joke, that won't count! My luck isn't cruel enough to damn me just for making digs at you. If that were the case, I'd be completely fucked.

[She does that a lot, after all....]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Heheh. I guess if that was the case, you'd have such bad luck that it'd be considered a curse!

[Then again, she does have terrible luck...]

[whiterosefoes]

Well, then I'd say as long as the luck I make in the present can't go back and affect my past, I'm safe.

[Then again, she did time travel...]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Whatever you say. Considering all of the unnatural stuff that's happened to us, I'm sure that's completely out of the question!

[Anything feels like it could happen at this point. He wouldn't be surprised if he woke up as a cat tomorrow. Well, actually, he'd be very surprised, but the point still stands.]

[whiterosefoes]

You mean happening.

[As a toon dark magician girl floats by somewhere outside the window....]

And to think I believed it was all back to normal. Classic fool.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...I guess this is pretty unnatural. But then again, I live in a necklace, so I'm not sure I'm the best person to judge.

[He snickers a little, stretching out. Of course he'd judge anyway. What a lame monster that one was... couldn't whatever evil force was behind this have summoned a less pathetic-looking monster?]

[whiterosefoes]

[It crashes into the barrier, then gets mad and does that behhh-da pose before flying away.]

Yeah... I guess in that sense it'll always be happening as long as I know you....

[fluffydeathdealer]

Oi. Don't blame me for the weirdness in your life! It was pretty insane before you ever met me!

[He's pouting, but he's having trouble resisting the urge to laugh at the stupid thing too. It's making his face contort weirdly as he fights with himself.]

[whiterosefoes]

I'll blame you for continuing it as long as you live! You're even making a weird face.

[She's mostly just smug about toon dmg. And any other monsters trying to get inside her barrier. Harriet 1, monsters 0.]