bigsisthompson:

♔➡ “I don’t think it’s perfect…but I guess it’s okay to name him that”

_{❝  It better be okay,}

     _{cause tomorrow,}

     _{he gets a name tag.  ❞}

bigsisthompson:

♔➡ “Of course he would. Fortunately, we can cook a bit better.”

_{❝  Haha, don’t you mean that you can?}

      _{Remember, you saved the kitchen}

      _{from burning the last time}

       _{I tried makin’ pizza!  ❞}

bigsisthompson:

♔➡ “I know it tastes bad, but we can’t disappoint Kidd. He worked hard on this.”

_{❝  Yeah, worked hard and sucked, hehe!}

     _{I bet it was just the recipe he used.}

     _{I’ll still eat it though, cause}

     _{he’d do the same for us.  ❞}

bigsisthompson:

♔➡ “Seems weird to name him after something that he isn’t.”

                                      ❝ Haha, and that’s why it’s perfect! ❞

bigsisthompson:

♔➡ “Wait…Prof. Tuckus? Uhm…why Tuckus?”

                                      ❝ Cause it’s the one thing he doesn’t have!  

                               Look, see, it’s all bony and skeletony - no butt at all ❞
                                       

bigsisthompson:

♔➡ “I know I’m sure. Now come on, get away from that thing.”

                                   ❝ That so-called thing has a name, you know.  

                                So address him as Professor Tuckus from now on ❞
                                       

bigsisthompson:

♔➡ “Watching the door will make me an accomplice…it’s still going to get me in trouble!”

                                   ❝ Aw, come on!  I’m sure that it’ll be fine.

                                           …But if you really say so, Liz ❞
                                       

bigsisthompson:

“Maybe?!  It’s all over your face!” Liz pointed at her sister’s face. Usually she wouldn’t be this mad when Patti had stolen her makeup but she took it too far this time. Some few eyeliners and lipsticks would have been okay, but her whole makeup bag and the new and unwrapped makeup kit she just got was too much to handle for Liz.

The dirty blonde stared at her sister; the makeup on Patti was mocking her. She didn’t even make the swirls right. Giving a sigh, Liz tried to relax. “If you wanted to put makeup on your face, all you needed to do was ask.”

“Ohh, really?”  Her head cocked to the side, though the round-egg shape her lips had taken were eagerly replaced by a smile of excitement.  

“And I know, but you just seemed so busy~!”  That was true enough; whatever her sister had been doing in her room seemed to be top-priority, no matter what it might’ve been.  Patti had a few guesses, but kept them to herself - they had probably been a bit boring anyways.  

Lunging forward to grab the elder’s wrist, she looked up at her and beamed.  "Can we paint each other’s faces then~?“ 

bigsisthompson:

♔➡ “Of course he’s gonna get mad, Patty! Don’t do it. I don’t want to get in trouble again…”

                                   ❝ You don’t have to get in trouble this time Liz!

                                                    Just watch the door for me ❞
                                       

bigsisthompson:

Liz had her arms crossed and her foot was tapping in an angry manner. “I have one question and you must answer it truthfully…”

The eldest leaned untoward her sister. “Did you steal my makeup to draw with it again?”

A finger went to her lips as she pondered the question, though the quick smudge of what was apparently warm lipstick answered her thoughts immediately.  

Yes, she had stolen it.  Yes, she had been drawing it with.  But the remnants of half-washed off eyeliner swirls and the violent expanse of red eyeshadow that went off her brows made it clear that she had been drawing on a different platform than usual.    

She grinned widely and shrugged, a slightly nervous but still joyous laugh easing it’s way through her throat.  "Heh, maybe!“