It's a miracle what happens to a child when they have the right influence, not constantly nitpicked at what they do. Not shown and flaunted like a doll, told that they can't have a single flaw, no action of their own. Only told to follow strict ru...
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TW: - Possible Cringe - [If Any Please Tell Me]
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After finding that the Minecraft household hadn't eaten dinner yet, while it was seven at night. Sent the adult of the house running to do what was needed to feed his children. While the sons of the house all split off to do their own things. Of course, after watching their dad run around like a headless chicken.
Wilbur walked back to the living room with the help of the youngest. Going to clean up the mess they had made, both worked with minimally chatting. Only ever speaking up if one guessed what the new arrival would be like and all that jazz. That one rare calm simple moment.
While, with Techno, he went back to his room hoping to be able to finish reading his book. Though before he had entered through the lighter red door with the pig stickers, that his brothers thought would be fun to put on his door. Techno looked over to the white door that was by Tommy's room. First thought? He felt bad for the poor girl who had to share walls with the gremlin child. There was a reason why that room was originally left alone. They never really have anyone over to use the guest room, the only person who stays over was Tommy's friend, but they always shared a room.
Sighing, Techno kept his eyes on the door that hid the girl, wondering if he should go talk to her. Considering how shy she was before and what little Phil had told them, it didn't seem like the best idea. Understanding how difficult it can be when being adopted into a family, Techno decided to let her be for now. With that, the tired male walked into his room quietly.
Now to little Nemi, the poor girl had shuffled herself underneath the bed. Hiding under the bed was a growing comfort for her, much like scratching her arm. She was never too sure why it helped but it did, that's all that matters.
With her back to the wall, Nemi held Casey Jr. while she laid her head on her bag using it as a pillow. Nemi's brown eye's stared out from underneath the bed, unconsciously waiting for something to come barging in. It had happened nine times out of ten, when someone did the bed was always the second to last place to look. Considering there are only two to three places to hide in a bedroom, one being the closet. Any place with a large number of things, toys, laundry, you get the picture.
For a family that was said to be loud and crazy, the house was quiet. Matter of fact, it has been quite quiet since they walked through the door. Was it that weird that she was expecting more? Or something worse. Maybe she was overthinking it too much. A new kid was brought into their family, it was natural to be shocked, considering that they weren't told beforehand. That could be why. In reality, it was probably for the best, hopefully, it won't end up being a jealousy case.
