2nd Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

[apocalypsehow]

Well, Five had survived a 'family dinner' yesterday. Which was possibly the most shocking part of the whole weekend.

Oh, and Tim was still here.

Five sat in one of the chairs, staring at where the child-shaped mannequin was sitting across from him. "I can see your mother in you," he decided.

Tim continued on being a mannequin in response to that.

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[grayskollar]

Kit might have been happy to eat ration bars, but Adora wasn't happy to keep feeding them to her when she had other options.

"I found cereal," she announced, perhaps a bit louder than needed, given Kit's proximity to the creepy child. The boy one.

[apocalypsehow]

The living boy one or the mannequin boy one? Because. Well...

"Oh, good. More food to watch disappear around him," Five said dryly.

[floofandtrauma]

The one who was likely to provide Five with terrifying muppety grandchildren.

"Don't worry, I'll catch it before it gets away," Kit said, stalking towards Adora on all fours, tail flicking from side to side.

Someone had very indulgent moms.

[apocalypsehow]

You know what? That was basically how the Hargreeves line had always been meant to end. With eldritch horror.

"So, you have a cat child." Bond with him over weird kids with canon love interests.

[grayskollar]

Everyone else was just collateral damage.

"Catra was pretty much the same at her age." Adora said as Kit pounced on her shins and made grabby hands at the box of cereal, which she obligingly lowered to its grisly fate. Give or take the horrifically abusive childhood. "Though that kind of hit would've knocked me over at the time."

Kit looked up from her sugary carnage. "I take after Mom." Clearly it was obvious which mom she meant there.

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Obvious to who??

Somehow Tim now also had a bowl of cereal and it was safest to just never really think too hard on it.

"He seems to take after me."

What with being a creepy little shit. Dolores, meanwhile, was a saint.

[floofandtrauma]

To Kit, mostly. It helped that everyone she knew also knew both her moms.

Kit shoved a handful of cereal in her mouth. "You look more like a person than he does," she said. "Even though you're both people too."