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we work 9—5. the morgues (mortgages), jason! and we've run out of litter! and the kids are starving! and piper keeps asking me to pay her $20 back!

i was hoping for something cooler. like, megatron. then no kitty would bully him at the daycare, 'cause he's freaking called megatron.

oh. that's … rough. i really hope we do a better job at naming our actual kids.

… we have one REALLY loud cat. *💧

but! when we get out of camp, we can. i see our future and it's bright—— paying our own morgues (mortgages) and taking me to the emergency room when our cat decides that you're the favorite parent and i'm wet food.

my cabin … with all of the huge death contraptions …

if by〝 home 〞you mean your cabin, then i think that giant statue of your dad would strike us down as soon as the kitten started climbing it.

oh, okay. *🥰 did you see the cat, at least? i thought you'd like the cat.

why did you only check one yes???

jasonnnn save me from this old white man *💔

@stapleate.

i think you did. (reaching up to seize cheek between index and thumb, pinching gently.) remind me not to let you be around me when i'm working on blueprints in the forge.

mmph! (melting into the affection like cast iron into its mold.) … hey. i was just about to think about the measurements to make a stool that would put me at forehead—kissing—level with you. but i—— forgot where i was.

if my answer to that is ever no, that's not me, but an imposter who you should take out immediately. but i'm still thinking about the up top problem. should i kiss your forehead? i can't reach that either, though …