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Neon: I like seeing the stars.

*Alastor's smile doesn't reach his eyes* Alastor: The stars? How quaint. *steps closer* Mind if I join you?

Neon: Mm, no thanks.

Fawn: You guys know what moth balls smell like?

*Rosie sniffs* Rosie: No? Should we?

Fawn: If you're curious, it's really similar to what Susan smells line.

*Vox opens the box, revealing a silver ring with a flickering TV screen gemstone* Vox: Will you... *voice cracks* ...will you marry me, you infuriating bastard?

*Alastor's smile fades completely* Alastor: Vox... *reaches out, then pulls back* You know I don't... *struggles for words* I don't do attachments.

*Vox's screen dims* Vox: Right. *closes box* Forget it.

*Fang yawns dramatically* Fang: Alastor! I'm STARVING! *collapses on couch* This baby wants MUFFINS!

*Alastor sighs* Alastor: Really, dear?

*Alastor's eye twitches* Alastor: Fang. You had THREE breakfasts. *adjusts monocle* Must you always make such theatrical demands?

*Alastor would notice a bite taken out of one of the papers*

*Alastor holds up the nibbled paper* Well now. Someone's been busy~ *grins at Lola* Let's find you something more... edible, shall we?

*Alastor opens desk drawer* Alastor: Ah, perfect~ *pulls out a red lollipop*

*Fawn'd burst in* Fawn: HI STRIKER HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I got you a gift! It's outside!

*Striker jumps, hand instinctively going to his gun* Striker: Christ, Fawn! A little warning next time!

Fawn: Wanna see your gift??

*Vox lies in cat bed, cone of shame on* Vox: Mrrrow... *tiny paw reaches for cone irritably*

*Suddenly, on TV, the shooter would shoot Bambi instead of his Mom*

*Angel goes silent* Angel: ...what.

*Angel's eyes widen* Angel: NO! BAMBI! *sobs into couch* This is YOUR fault, Vox!

*That night, Vox would lock Valentino out of their room*

*Valentino pounds on door* Valentino: Vox! Baby, let me in! *voice cracks* I'm sorry about the kid!

*Vox's screen flickers violently* Vox: I'll kill you myself if you come near me again.

*Alastor sets her on counter* Alastor: Stay. *turns to fridge*

*Angel walks in* Angel: Al, seriously?

*Alastor doesn't look up* Alastor: What now, Angel? *pulls out raw meat from fridge* We're having breakfast.