“BRUH you ready to slay bud?”
A Dornam man jacked to the max, grey skin with pecs that could pec your head off and white combed hair as per the typical outrageous frat boy types that live in the Dornam territory.
He spoke with an unusual tone that did not match his age. Which was forty something but it’s rude to ask that. Why he insisted on eating without a shirt on is beyond me. It’s inappropriate for breakfast, but I dare not tell him off and neither should you.
Horace giggling away to himself as he sat at the table replied
“Fuck yeah dad! No cap, high key. Hold my ?l.” buzzing his little socks off ready for the day ahead. As is tradition for sentient initiation day, the kids wear grey boiler suits. No idea why it’s just what Godly Relations require.
A tall and slender, sandy coloured from head-to-toe Huundhan woman wearing pink sweatpants that had “Boujee” written on the back of it, along with a tied up at the bottom pink t-shirt that was just too small for her in general, walked into the room. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she was mildly hungover from partying all night with sunglasses covering her dark patches around the eyes.
“Special day for our special little sausage, how are you holding up luv?” Barely able to talk without keeping her head in her hands from the pain, she was able to slur the words to Horace, who was only more and more excited as the morning went along.
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“Today hits different mom, I’m so ready. Look at my drip!” Horace examining himself was admiring his boiler suit. He had decorated it with gears and bolts that he stole from his dads tool shed. Making a turret on the back of the suit.
“Luv, you know you’re not supposed to decorate it. They’re going to send us a letter home now. Hayle why did you let him do that for fuck sake.” The bemoaned migraine filled mother said aloud to Hayle the father.
“Horace needs main character vibes, look at him, he’s gonna be the GOAT Amelia!” Hayle laughed with boom in his voice, slapping Horace on the back and knocking his helmet to the floor. It bounced back up thanks to adjustments he’s made to it, and he caught it in his hands.
“Just get me a big cup of kaffe already you pair of idiots whilst I get changed. We need to be there in an hour.” Amelia says walking away from her loving thorns.
Horace with a smile on his face couldn’t contain himself anymore and needed a distraction so started making the blackened gold-filled cup of Kaffe for his mom.
“You’re sister made it to rank 77 already bud. Did you know? That’s so fire, am dead proud of her.” Clapping his hands with glee at his own words. Hayle couldn’t contain the excitement.
“WHAT!? that’s fucking sick bruh!” Horace stopped paying attention burning his hands with hot kaffe, pouring all himself and the floor. Better clean that up before anyone notices.
