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She too, joins the hug. "I was forgotten about for a small bit."

Wish smiled, although not caring to much for his mother, he was happy his father was happy "Forgive me, time tends to be distorted where I travel lately, so its been a little odd-"

(damn. Poor Mom lol)

* max was sitting at the fire * max: hay astoria and wish glad to see you guys back * he said happily as he continued to sit *

Lucas seems to be feeling better, there is still a slight fever and it should go away soon.

Currently, he, Duster and Kumatora are eating some Nut Bread together.

Chastia was sitting there on a chair, reading a book.

The paint bucket would then float outside t- Oh. Nevermind. He's currently throwingbup yellow paint outside. But my main question to everyone here. How can a paint bucket even get sick?

"Oh man, that was a bad one... I might have rotten paint in there..."

He looked at the paint. With a flick of his wrist, the paint bucket had all fresh new paint in it.

... What even are you?

"Who?" Chastia looked at Jin.

OOOhhhhhhh)|

((got it. thanks-))

Autumn was sitting on a chair, sitting next to Chastia.

He held onto his family

"Can we stay and play pool?"
"No."
"Can we play hide and seek under the tables?"
"No."
"Can we say hello to everyone?"
"No."

Ironjaw had his son on his back, a cigarette in his mouth and a tired look on his face.
"Look, Daddy's just goin' to get a drink and leave, okay?" Ironjaw said calmly.
Oscuro whined, "But that's no funnnn!" He frowned.

"I'm sorry, look, I'll buy you some new hotwheel cars for your collection tomorrow to make up for it. Sound good?"

Oscuro gasped, "Okay! Sounds good!"

Ironjaw approached the counter, "Bartender, I'll have a beer."
"And if you've got anything non-alcoholic, I guess I'll take that too for my son."

Oscuro waved, then gently wrapped his arms around his father's neck. "Hi bartender!"

Ironjaw reached in his pocket, his other hand making sure Oscuro didn't slide off his back. He placed some crumpled cash onto the counter with a few quarters and dimes.

Natasha slides into a booth to relax, leaning against the interior wall, sitting with her feet out in front of her. She was engrossed in her tablet.

"Alright, so we've established that the paint can is alive. Now what?"

Autumn looked at them all, hands together, fingers lightly interlocked with each other. She seemed somewhat in thought, mostly not, but who knew really what she was exactly doing? She looked right at Ironjaw, tilting her head. She seemed slightly interested in this person, beyond any expectations of what she truly found certainly interesting, she doesn't know what happens when she truly does. She tilted her head, calmly calculating this new person in the bar like a suspect waiting for a trial. She knew many things about this pitiful world, but she really seemed interested in this new person that she certainly doesn't remember seeing before in her life. She smiled softly, showing a little of her looking iron-sharp razor teeth, just a glimpse. She was not human nor immortal like a god or anything. She was an Anomaly, not that enthralling, but she would be interesting and fascinating enough if you truly figured her out. She grinned with somewhat malice before she blinked and her eyes and face turned normal, the smile fading into thin line across her mouth, uninterested as she turned her head down and continued to read the fascinating long white book in her hand that she currently liked to read on her free time, the time that she does really have currently not at duty.

"How is......a paint can alive?"

Who even threw the Paint can here anyway?