IT'S FRIDAY

[fastaskenyans]

~*~THE KID MEME! ~*~

You're in a brightly-lit playroom. Chalkboards, blocks, small bookshelves, coloring stations, dress-up boxes with funny hats and capes and all sorts of props like wizard wands!, a small corner for reading and another for snacks and juiceboxes. There's an open door, leading outside into a playground area with sandboxes, a swingset, a see-saw, a jungle gym, and a big plastic castle! Rion and ...Six are your sitters today unless they don't want to be, in which case, nominate someone! Have fun!

Rules:

• You all are chillums. You may be anywhere between 5 and 12. You may not curse at all. If your character's foul mouthed, they may say "crud," or "turd," or even "stupid head."
• Playground romances must be limited to derpy cuteness and maybe a kiss on the cheek.
• HAVE FUN OR ELSE
• IDK I'll probably think of some.

Comments

[sixthdeadliest]

[The mind boggles. Now exactly why she'd left so much food behind makes sense. Good gravy. Still, he wonders why it was all sweets she'd left. He'll have to keep an eye out in case the kid gets sick on all the chocolate.]

No thank you. Just be careful. All that chocolate might give you a stomach ache.

[fastaskenyans]

[There's peanut butter too. Sugar for immediate energy and ~*~protein~*~ to hold him over till lunch. (There were sandwiches, but he ate those on the way to school when she wasn't looking)]

Nah, I don't get stomach aches.

[OM NOM NOM]

[sixthdeadliest]

[Oh good. There's something in there other than sugar. Good to know.]

[He's still gonna keep an eye on you.]

All right.

[fastaskenyans]

Kay.

[And HE'S OFF. But what's this, Six? There's now a truffle in your pocket? I wonder how that got there.]

[sixthdeadliest]

[Six finds the truffle and gives a shake of his head, the shadow of a fond smile on his lips. Kids.]