Rec Room - Early Monday Afternoon

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

What's worse than Chuck Bass? Five of his children in one room together. It was like a congealed ball of concentrated evil. It was surprising that there wasn't any ambient fog or evil music playing or anything to signal what was in the rec room. Well there was music playing, but that was more Mary's doing than actual evil.

There wasn't evil plotting or maniacal laughter going on at the moment. They were just doing what you expected most Bass children did with their free time.

Mostly it consisted of fighting with each other and eating cookies.

[Yep, all 5 of them are in there. For myself, parents of the evil kids, other kids, other adults, whoever wants to talk to the little brats. And this is the most childlike icon I have so shut up]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"They're not fake, Brownie," Francine said, wondering how the heck she was going to explain something she didn't understand. "They're just, uh. A little bit lost." Like you and Artie, so why do I want to scoop both of you up and never give you back to some other Francine?

[weebasstards.livejournal.com]

"They suck," Brownie said, frowning. "They made me squish my cookies."

Actually it was Chiyo that made her squish her cookies. Whatever. Details.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Well, that's not good, but you'll be okay. There'll be brownies ready a little while."

[weebasstards.livejournal.com]

"What kind of brownies?" she asked. "The kind I can eat or the kind for you, Daddy and Temari?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine blinked several times. "The kind you can eat. There's another kind?"