Sept Catch-All for Sharkhouse [Closed]

[no_ufo_ending]

Who: SHARK HOUSE

Where: SHARK HOUSE

When: September Misc.

Summary: HOLY SHIT

Rating: PG-PG13 for language and horror mentions

Log:






ITS TIME FOR SERIAL KILLERS, CONFESSIONS, AND TRAITORS!!!

Comments

[armoredsoul]

"France was the only adult that could actually manage this whole house on his own!"

Al chuckles again and moves to finally get up, stretching and brushing the dirt off of his rear.

"I guess we should start heading home before it gets too dark out, huh?"

[foolishwren]

"Honestly? It's true. We suck."

She climbs to her feet after him, laughing. Truth be told, she wouldn't change the dysfunctional house for the world. Even if they did have to replace a few destroyed appliances and stop a few kitchen fires.

"We probably should. Maybe we can grab some takeout on the way home, 'cuz I'm sure nobody's even started talking about dinner plans yet. What d'you say?"

[armoredsoul]

Al feels much the same. For all that things can get rowdy and hectic, and if can feel like a walk of shame coming out of the house when the neighbors are around, Al really does love that house. It's the only real home he has anymore.

"Hey, I only half-suck!"

Alphonse grins and gives Clara a few scritches to wake her back up, and the Pidgeot coos and blinks her eyes open very slowly.

"That sounds good. What about Five Rais? We haven't ordered from there in a while, and I could go for a good burger."

[foolishwren]

"Sounds like a plan to me. I think I still have everybody's order memorized."

She releases her own Pidgeot in a flash of light, rubbing his silky crest, then climbs on.

"Bet I can beat you there, half-sucker."

[armoredsoul]

Al casts Heather a look, and grins before hopping up onto Clara, who...still looks half asleep, but she almost always does.

"Oh, you're on!"