Mom

*holds phone to ear, tapping foot impatiently* Come on, pick up... *glances at you* Why aren't you more nervous?

*stares at ceiling* because I know what you're gonna hear, mom

*hangs up abruptly* You're bluffing.

i wouldnt i let timmy on my computer yesterday and i had a feeling he would search up that shi

You're telling me that my sweet little Timmy would search up something like that? I find that hard to believe.

yes those tissues in his room arent for blowing his nose

SAMMMM YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLE

uh wrong name but why? what did I do?

RGB lights? *rolls eyes* Sure, Jan.

izanagi

What?! *stops, eyes narrowing*

so

*grins* Mommy tech, sweetie.

what the fuck is Mommy tech

A mother's secret weapons! *taps temple* GPS tracking, security cameras, and let's just say... *pulls out a key* I kept your spare key for emergencies.

*freezes, mouth opening and closing* Wait, you're... you're 35?! *slaps forehead* I keep forgetting you're not... oh honey, that makes this SO much worse!

Good. Now apologize for that stunt.

*softens slightly but stays firm* That's my boy. Now come out of there properly so we can talk about... whatever possessed you to search for those things.

*sighs* Not everyone. *sits down*