azaya | Fritter: 4.3

And now here's some Fritters.

The family: *are all smiling!*

Miss Pretty: *bathes herself*

Tierney wrestles with indecision; she wants to go pick up Valor, but to do so she'll have to pass by Nicole.

Nicole: *investigates the karaoke machine for an entirely innocent purpose that has nothing to do with having an excuse to be in the same room as Tierney*

Tierney: Well, I guess Valor's okay on his own over there.

Meanwhile, there's too many people in this house, so Sibyl grows up. Since it's Sibyl, she does so alone, in the kitchen, with no one noticing or caring.

Sibyl: Oh, sure, now that I'm moving out they give me attention!

Typical.

Aww, poor Tierney. Being on constant watch for Nicole must really take it out of her.

Almond: You refilled my youth juice! Thank you!

I like you too much to let you die just yet. :>

Miss Pretty: Oh shit no, not more of these fuckers.

Oh, come on, they're not that bad.

Miss Pretty: Their only possible value is that they are bite-size.

Almond: Kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty!

Miss Pretty: *endures, plotting to destroy the blue sparklies*

Tierney: Lol!

Nicole: She laughs! Be still, my heart!

Ugh, I want a 'no autonomous Dance With' hack so fucking bad, you guys, you don't even know.

Hooray, lamp number I've lost goddamn track! (Three, I think. Maybe four?)

Tierney: Can you make my mother-in-law stop stalking me?

Genie: No, but I can make you happy enough that you don't care!

Tierney: Deal!

Eudora: *shows off her geriatric moves*

Miss Pretty's a tough critic. Bilquis is the sim equivalent of a world-renowned violinist and she doesn't so much as crack a smile.

Tierney: What are you doing?

Nicole: Oh, nothing! Just looking at that adorable stuffed toy on your chair. It's purple. Is it yours? I only ask because you wear a lot of purple. Not that I've gone through your closet or anything.

Tierney: I'm leaving.

Nicole: You smell nice.

YOU. STOP IT.

Eudora: *notices nothing, la la la*

I see you're going with the Eulalie Fritter method of dealing with an emotionally cheating spouse.

Eudora: You know, it's funny, but you're young enough to be my grandkid rather than my kid.

Thursday: I noticed that. How'd it happen?

Eudora: I thought your other mom was in menopause. I was wrong.

How exactly is this a musical activity?

Bilquis: Tierney's gonna bang my drum.

Ah.

Eudora: That desk is plotting something.

Yes, that nonexistent desk is certainly plotting.

Rozz: PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEEEEE

Oh, right. Yeah, the twins still exist.

Color me fucking shocked.

Almond: Sit, Miss Pretty! Sit for the cookie!

Miss Pretty: Fool, I sit for no human! Surrender the treat or it shall be your kneecaps on which I feast.

Tierney: I guess my foresight wasn't so good when I decided to marry into this family.

Almond: That's true. You didn't have to marry my granddaughter to fertilize her eggs.

Tierney: Suddenly, a storm seems to be gathering...

Nicole: Hi.

Tierney: *awkward smile*

Tierney: This is so uncomfortable.

And now a series of art photographs entitled "Fritters Doing Things":

[/end series]

Tierney: *throws herself into hobbies to escape her uncomfortable reality*

Nicole: My god I wish I was that microphone.

Eudora: *swoops in*

Tierney: *breathes a sigh of zombie relief*

Nicole: I will cut you, Bilquis.

Tierney and Bilquis: *notice nothing*

Thursday: Whatcha doing, mom?

Nicole: NOTHING, GO TO YOUR ROOM

Dulcinea: *quietly judges*

Nicole: You did this to me. I was perfectly functional before I met you.

Almond: No, we're not interested in upgrading our cable package, thanks!

Nicole's outburst: *had the opposite effect*

Dulcinea: Maybe if I make myself smile enough, eventually I'll stop hating life so much!

I think you need to move out of this house for that to happen, sweetie.

What's your beef with Almond's immortality juice? You're immortal too.

And now a series of art photographs entitled "Chess Faces":

[/end series]

Thursday: Oh, muffins, our love is never to be ;~;

Meanwhile, Bilquis really likes pork chops.

Rozz: Toilet bowl, divulge your secrets!

The toilet bowl: Don't mind if I do.

Rozz: ACKTHPTH

Miss Pretty: You call that dancing? Pitiful. To be a truly skilled dancer you require at least two more feet!

Rozz: *investigates things that can't explode in his face*

Miss Pretty: *judges*

Miss Pretty: The feathered creature, again? How many times must I slay it before it stays in its shallow grave?

Nicole: KOOTCHIE KOOTCHIE GOO

Tierney: *uncomfortable laughter*

Miss Pretty: Oh, good, this shitfuckery again.

Tierney: Ha ha ha help me

Nicole: Sup.

Knut the Diligent: Someday ;~;

I managed to scribble over the entire point of this picture but HOORAY, KNUT MADE A BEST FRIEND!

Thursday: He's just so little and pitiful, I couldn't help it.

Ugh Tierney seriously why are you the prettiest.

Thursday grew up! I forget if it was actually her birthday or if I was just tired of waiting and aged her up early. Either way.

I think you're a little young for that, kiddo.

Rozz and Valor: *still exist*

Bilquis: Hey Tierney, how's it going? Just reminding you and anyone else who might be nearby that you're my wife and everyone else should keep their hands off!

Nicole: *grumble*

Almond: Fuck yes.

I didn't see what caused this, but it is still magical.

Miss Pretty: I like you. You don't pick me up without asking or throttle me round the neck.

Rozz: I feel weird.

Valor: I feel pretty!

Oh. Birthday time.

Valor: NANA, I'M REACHING AN IMPORTANT LANDMARK IN MY YOUNG LIFE, WHY AREN'T YOU WATCHING ME?

Almond: Pa-pa-pa-poker face pa-pa-poker faaace...