"Mama! Mama! Velvet is chasing me again!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are to-WOAH!"
Veneer was cut off mid sentence as he bumped into his papa, he was holding a small box and had lifted up the ladder that led into the attic right as Veneer had bumped into him, he held a small box with only one hand available. He managed to catch himself and the box just in time as Veneer and Velvet simply stood still, they weren't afraid of their papa per say but it's just with the limited amount of times they've actually seen him, they've never actually known what his full personality was like...
Veneer backed up a bit with his hands clasped together and head down slightly but still high enough for his eyes to be seen behind his glasses,
"I...I'm sorry papa.." Veneer was a bit flustered, he became nervous when he heard Velvet runoff and left him alone in the hallway with his papa,
He heard chuckling and slowly glanced up as he felt a hand placed on top of his head and gave it a small rustle,
"Don't worry about it too much lynn, I know it was an accident, your sister on the other hand.." he narrowed his eyes as he looked back up at the direction she ran off to,
He shook his head and let out a tired sigh. He knew his only daughter likes to cause trouble and pick on her younger brother, but c'mon – he's only a few months younger than her so they're practically twins since they're both only 8! He perked up though as he felt small hands cling onto his forearm, he looked back and saw his tiny lynn trying to get a peek inside the box he's holding. He giggles at this, he had always been so curious,
"Lynn dear, do you want to explore some old memorabilia with your old man?" he asked, smiling as his son looked back up with stars practically in his eyes as he nodded rapidly.
He chuckled and motioned for his little Lynn to follow along down the stairs to the first floor, and into the kitchen, setting the box in his hands down on the island counter. Little Veneer sat on one of the tall stool chairs, having to jump a bit to land on the seat, he looked on as his papa started setting out small trinkets and pieces of clothing or accessories onto the table. There was an array of old objects Veneer had never seen before, he grazed his hand over a few of the items and noticed the amount of dust flying up into the air. He sneezed a bit once the dust reached his nose,
"Achoo!"
"Careful, don't breathe in any of this.." he aired out the remaining dust particles till they were gone, Veneer looked over and grabbed a large rectangular brick, he noticed it looked just like a phone with its numbered buttons but it was huge! It even had a small screen and some type of stick poking out of it from the top, he admired how retro it looked,
"Papa, what's this?" Veneer questioned, he held it out as it was taken gently by his hands,
"This is a phone lynn.."
"....no it's not, a phone is connected to the wall with a string..!"
His papa let out a laugh at that, even leaning forwards on the counter with his blue fringe hair falling over his eyes,
"No no, this is a phone your mama and I used to carry around back in the day, it was heavy so oftentimes we used it and left it at home..!" he explained, feeling a sudden gust of wind blow over him as his own son didn't know or will ever get to experience the struggles of having to not only have a brick as a phone, but to also pay for the simplest amount of texts, calls, and how high you'd need to be for the antenna to catch signal.
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Fanfiction"Just because she's your sister doesn't mean you should let her treat you like garbage." Veneer looked up at his vanity, where the bottle stood near the edge which gave Floyd a clear view of Veneer sat on the ground in a crouched position holding hi...
