domestic meme; closed to knitwit

[coolness]

[ It was summer already. Strider knew what that meant-- life with the Lalondes. One was enough, but he was now having to deal with two. Didn't help that his not-mom was hot as shit. But he did admit to himself and only himself that their house was nice and surprisingly not as gothic as assumed. He had been there for about a month, spending time with Rose, sometimes cooking dinner with Mom, and.. doing jack shit with Bro. Kind of a weird family back-and-forth, he thought, but he didn't care. There was less arguments between him and his sister.

Even he didn't know how that worked. ]

Uh, how the hell did you get these guys shipped off from Sburb? I didn't know UPS did space-mail through multiple timelines.

[ Infront of him were two signature fellas. Or girls. He couldn't ever figure it out, but he did know it was the Salamander that warmed its way into Egbert's and Rose's hearts and one of those awesome crocodiles. Was that the one who took his shades and talked to his friends? He hoped so. That would be so cool. ]

And can I ask why? This house is crowded enough as is. How do we go from thirteen-year-olds living alone with neglectful parents to a bustling home with pets three years later?