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Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 03:27:26 No.68879946 Report

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>Olivia, Inco, and Trent visiting for another Mous barbeque.
>Lucy gleefully greets them at the door, asking them the usual questions like how was the drive, how they've been, asking Trent if he enjoyed the BMX bike the mous's had gotten him for his 8th birthday a few months ago.
>"Anon's out back on the grill talking to my parents, Amber's upstairs, and I think Greene is in the study messing with his dioramas?
>She turns around.
>"KIIIIIIIIIIDS!!!! LAUNTIE AND INKLE ARE HERE!!!"
>Almost instantly Amber is right next to Lucy, with Greene right behind her.
>Amber and Trent are already heading upstairs, catching up and talking about the new video game she and Greene got for easter, but Greene stares daggers at Olivia.
>Olivia grins and returns the stare.
>"How's it goin' Pipsqueak."
>"It was doing good until I saw Inkle pulling your dumb wheelchair out of the trunk through the upstairs window."
>Lucy frowns, but before she can say anything Olivia lets out a smug laugh.
>"Oh ho ho! Why is that? You afraid you had to come out and socialize with real people instead hiding in your little war room all day?"
>"Do you even count as a REAL person with that wheelchair?"
>Lucy's gasps.
>"GREENE E. MOUS! Oh my gosh Liv I am SO sorry! Usually he's super quiet I don't get why-"
>Olivia's grin widen, immediately firing back.
>"Are YOU sure half the things you SEE are REAL? Go take your pills little man before you freak out over your own shadow."
>Another gasp from the ptero-mom.
>"OLIVIA!?"
>Inco sighs, pushing Lucy towards the patio door leading to the backyard.
>"Hey hey! Let's go check on how Anon is doing with the grill!"
>"B-But-!"
>"Just let them tire each other out. They'll run out of insults soon."
>Greene folds his arm.
>"Unfortunately for you, pills can't help your legs work!"
>"Lucky for you then, if my legs worked I'd punt you across the room."
>"Yeah well if it weren't because of your legs it'd be because you're a FAT WEEB!"
>"I'M NOT FAT you little shit!"

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Anonymous Thu 05 Sep 2024 03:27:42 No.68879955 Report

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>>68879946
>"Yes you are! My Dad says to my Mom that you're fat cuz you sit on your butt all day watching yow-ee! Whatever anime that is!"
>Olivia blushes, immediately her mind filling with extremely violent thoughts towards a particular bald skinnie bastard.
>"I have a job!"
>"Drawing isn't a job!"
>"It's called being an ARTIST and I PAINT!"
>"Yeah! Crappy paintings that only rich old raptor dudes would buy so they can recycle money!"
>"First of all I'm a REAL artist. Second of all it's called LAUNDERING money, not recycling. Retard."
>"It doesn't matter because you're still a fat weeb with crappy taste in war machinery! Tanks are better and even than jets and stuff are WAAAAAY cooler than that."
>"Oh? Your mom didn't seem like she was lying when she said that you LOVED the Zaku II we sent you for your birthday, and how you didn't even bother to open your other presents before you started working on it. What happened to mechs being glorified construction equipment!"
>"Logistics are an fundemental part of military combat! It was just stroke of inspiration!"
>"Kinda like an artist hmm?"
>Greene puffs up his cheeks in anger, turning around and running back upstairs.
>"SHUT UP! YOU SUCK! I HATE YOU! CRIPPLE! FATTY! WEEB! FATTY-FATTY NO LEGS!"
>Olivia bursts into laughter, slapping her wheelchair armrest before wheeling herself towards the backdoor.
I love this concept too much. Adult Women arguing with children a third their age over immature topics will never not be funny to me.

Though I had to redo the ending because I accidentally wrote the argument taking a bit of a depressing turn that made me feel bad. Also It wasn't what I wanted.