*smells chicken* BYE, LOSERS! *runs to the chicken*
(I am an African American stereotype… Or, I would be if I was African American [gotta be politically correct now, y'all]… Seriously, I smell chicken, I’m ditching you.)
(I love eating chicken, particularly fried chicken, but I’m irrationally afraid of every bird in existance. Seriously, even baby chicks make me kind of nervous.)
*comes back with a smaller colorful coat and various purple dyes*
Winter, you should remember this coat. It’s my coat from when I was younger. I’m just going to dye it various shades and tints of purple and give it to Lil’ Peter.
*sets up dyes and starts up*
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NOWEARENT.
*heavy blushing*
Yes you are Spring.
Emily, please leave me alone.
Gosh, fine. *gets off* You just killed all the sick fires. I hope you’re happy.
*whispers to Summer* Winter will kill Fall and I if you say otherwise!
I don’t even know what you’re talking about!
Summer, is Emily on something?
Spring, Winter’s fine with it, hun.
Not that I know of…
Fine with what? Spring and Fall? Like I said, if Fall is happy, I’m okay with it. Fall’s my friend.
And I’m not?
Fall and I have been best friends for a very long time, Spring. You and I argue all the time.
Well, now that Fall’s with me, I thought that maybe we should be nicer to eachother. Do you concur?
(I love that word.)
(Concur is an awesome word. So is “y’all.” I love the way that word rolls off the tongue)
… Fine.
*hugs Winter* Yay!
At least I made someone happy. *is being hugged*
*is alone in the corner* I’m all alone.
*clothes change back to normal and he smiles again*
*sigh*, Change, my dears. And not a moment too soon.
(Oh gawrsh another refrence)
Emily, why don’t you go check on Lil’ Peter?
XD I’m so happy they’ve found their other half!
The last time I saw him, the boy was walking.
*shakes head, laughing* You seem to really like romance, Summer.
WALKING?! My son was walking?!
*appears on Spring’s head* Hi Sissy!
*in lil peter’s room, looking into his crib? Bed? Thing.*
Yep & teleporting.
Oh, hello there!
*gets Lil’ Peter off of his head and holds him*
Whoa. My son is awesome.
Lil’ Peter, how long have you been able to do that?
Since noon.
He just disapeared. Q_Q
SEALAND! I’M OVER HERE! *waves*
You’re so awesome. I’m very proud of you, Peter.
Sealand, he’s in here!
*smells chicken* BYE, LOSERS! *runs to the chicken*
(I am an African American stereotype… Or, I would be if I was African American [gotta be politically correct now, y'all]… Seriously, I smell chicken, I’m ditching you.)
(Chicken is amazing. I love chicken)
Thank you Daddy!
I think that Peter should get a coat like mine. Or at least one that’s multicolored.
(I hate chicken.
I think that at one point I said that I imagine Spring to look a lot like the Sixth Doctor.)
(I love eating chicken, particularly fried chicken, but I’m irrationally afraid of every bird in existance. Seriously, even baby chicks make me kind of nervous.)
(you did)
Peter, what do you want? Do you wanna be colorful?
*shakes his head* Sorry Sissy.
Aww! I was looking forward to making a coat.
You can still make one, just not too colorful.
Do you want it to be in all of the shades of a certaint color?
Purple.
That would be nice, wouldn’t it, Peter?
Okay! I’ll get my materials and get started. It won’t take a short time, though, so be patient!
*goes to get materials*
Okay Sissy.
Does this make you happy, Peter?
*comes back with a smaller colorful coat and various purple dyes*
Winter, you should remember this coat. It’s my coat from when I was younger. I’m just going to dye it various shades and tints of purple and give it to Lil’ Peter.
*sets up dyes and starts up*
Yes, Daddy.
I do remember that coat. I pushed you down a hill because you tried to put that coat on me.
That’s good. *smiles at Peter*
*waves at nephew after having been nourished by chicken delights* Hiya, Peter!