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batswiings‌.

❝ WELL THAT’S SPLENDID, DEAR! ❞ Her smile beams at the prospect of his improvements in Science, knowing how much that would certainly mean to grandpa especially. She doesn’t expect him to be a straight A student — although she’d be lying if ever stated that she hadn’t at least hoped for the best — so long as he was doing well enough that it kept the principal from calling, she’d be content. That is… until she actually saw his report card. ❝ We’re always here to help you if you ever need us, you know. Just don’t let grandpa give you any more of those magick pills of his. ❞ She shakes her head at the remembrance of how well that worked out for them over the years.  The compliment to her stew once again brings a lighter smile to her face, not as excited as the one before it, but suitable enough to make her feel at ease with her own cooking. She too takes a taste of it though and ponders before stirring the spoon back into the cauldron. ❝ Yes, a bit more yak I think. That should do just fine. Good call, dear. Now… how long is this little slumber party of yours? Will you be staying there most of the weekend? I trust they have a drawer for you at the very least where you can sleep? ❞

“Well, he said to go over to his house after school on Friday.” In answer to his mother’s query about how long the slumber party might be. “And then I’ll spend the night there. I don’t know when he goes to bed, though. I hope it’s not when it’s still dark out.” A small concerned frown creased his brow a bit.

“Gosh.” The question of whether or not he would have a drawer of his own made him fall silent briefly. The truth was, suitable sleeping arrangements hadn’t even occurred to the boy. “I guess they do.” He vaguely remembered having seen a chest of drawers in Billy’s room when he had been over to his house before. Suddenly, Eddie remembered another crucial detail of the sleepover. “Oh! Billy said something about sleeping bags. Those are like body bags, right?” he questioned his mother hopefully, looking up at her once again. He had never actually used one, but if they were kind of like body bags, as he was imagining, Eddie didn’t think he would mind it for one weekend.

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gloomfilled‌.

She reached to punch the dial back as the music ceased to exist. “ I don’t want to hear anything and I would rather not subject myself to contemplating the Moth man. I’ve done all necessary research in the past few years. “ Stating in a matter of fact way. “ Don’t be an idiot with your words Eddie. “ Cautioning him against getting on her bad side so quickly. They hadn’t even been driving for thirty minutes yet. 

Most of the drive was done in silence, though they had to pull over and stay in a rundown motel halfway through the trip. Finding it the best course. She paid for their room that had two queen beds in it. Grabbing her bag and unlocking the room. Tossing her bag onto the bed closest to the window. And then looking around.

 “ Well, this room certainly has a certain atmosphere. “ One of which Wednesday was very pleased with. It was dirty and everything looked at least 40 years old and not updated. “ Who’s showering first? “ She asked him as if to point out he had a certain animalistic smell to him. Akin to a wet dog.

It was difficult to avoid the temptation to continue talking and just deliberately annoy her. To poke the bear, as it were. But he managed it, focusing on driving as long as he could until they reached the shabby motel and pulled over for the night.  After tossing his bags on the other bed, he glanced around, hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Sure does.” He approved of the room, much like Wednesday did. The outdated, musty quality of the place made it feel almost like home—literally, since his family’s house was full of similarly outdated and dust-covered furnishings—though he wasn’t going to say something that sounded so sentimental in front of her.

“I guess I am,” he answered dryly, gathering the implied meaning in her question about showering. Clearly she didn’t appreciate his natural scent. Shaking his head at her as if she were being too sensitive, mostly just to mess with her since it was typical for her to openly judge him like this. Grabbing a clean t-shirt from his bag before heading to the bathroom. It looked even older than the bedroom and had a clawfoot bathtub inside. “Hey, check this out.” Calling back to her from inside the small bathroom.

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mortiiicia‌.

THE YOUNG WOLF ALWAYS DID HAVE A CHARM ABOUT HIM, especially as a boy. So different from her little Pugsley yet, at times, just as stubborn. ❝ Thank you. ❞ She states simply after his endearing compliment. The notion of wanting to speak with her about something in private does force a single brow to arch with curious intent, though the smirk across crimson lips never fades. For a moment, she almost anticipates what he wishes to say and it enlightens her with no real sudden display across stoic features that maintain their composure.  Without saying a word, she merely nods in acceptance before drawing an arm within his own as it is offered. With Gomez trapped in his study and the rest of the family in their own secluded locations, there was no doubt that they could have some privacy. ❝ Does this topic of conversation have anything to do with Wednesday, perhaps? ❞ She hoped that it did. 

She had found him out already, it seemed. Or, at least, she had already guessed exactly who this involved. “Perhaps it does.” A chuckle, though it was a bit on the nervous side. As they walked arm in arm to the parlor, the house seemed almost deserted, no one else in evidence, which would make this simpler. A one on one conversation, no interruptions.

Waiting for her to seat herself, he then took a seat across from hers, resting his hat on one knee. The words he had planned to say seemed somewhat unnecessary and awkward now. Wednesday’s mother was far from clueless, and there was no need to dance around the point here. “Something tells me you already know what I’m going to say, Mrs. Addams.” Offering a more charming smile. “So I’ll get straight to it….well the point that is." Moving his hands and running them through his hair. Breathing some. “I would like to ask for your blessing to propose to your daughter. I know I need to ask Gomez too."

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c0kehead‌. 

He was loitering — Tate didn’t need anything , nor did he have any money in the first place . He was simply trying to kill time until he could return home without anyone being suspicious that he had , yet again , played hooky��. Eyes narrowed as he turned his attention to the man who addressed him ,  “ Aren’t you suppose to be minding your own business … Adult ??”  The teen snipped back , brows raising high at his last word .  “ What are you , a cop ??”  Tate joked at first , fully prepared to walk away before his expression suddenly dropped .  “ Wait , you’re not actually a cop , are you ??”  Because if he was , he was a new face on the force to Tate . He knew most of the local ones from his constant running away , welfare checks to his home , and truancy . But he wasn’t dressed as one , so that helped settle the sudden anxiety in his chest . 

A hefty chuckle at the kid’s smart ass reply back to him. Wow, what a quip. A bemused look and a slightly condescending raised eyebrow at the teen. “Do I look like a cop?" Glancing down at his own wardrobe, before his eyes focused back on the teen. “Yeah, maybe I do a little bit. But cop? Maybe more like an FBI agent or CIA. Would be a better choice of occupation.” 

The man smirked some; he had been mistaken for a cop before. Maybe it was partly his wardrobe and a partly an air of innocence he had about him from time to time. “No, I’m not a cop. Their paygrade is too low and their jobs just seem dumb?" A snort out of his nostrils as he shook his head. "I’m actually a surgeon. What is it you do besides skip school?” Finally figuring out why this kid seemed so defensive. 

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batswiings‌.

SOMEHOW, LILY DOUBTED THE BOY’S LATTER STATEMENT. Although it was entirely plausible for Herman to place the decision making on her, surely, he wasn’t dumb enough to pull off the whole ‘ it’s okay with me if it’s okay with your mom ’ routine. Then again… she wouldn’t have been entirely surprised either way. ❝ Mm. Well, how’re your grades been holding up——? And don’t even think about lying to me, young man. You know I can have your principle on the phone quicker than a vulture on a corpse. ❞ She never really liked calling that man at any given moment though, primarily because he always seemed to have such a shaky and nervous tone with her. As if he was the one about to be scolded. Paying attention to what was inside the cauldron again, she continues to stir its contents almost absentmindedly. Naturally, she smiles at Eddie’s curiosity. ❝ Mutton stew with yak meat, one of your father’s favorites. Although I think I added a little too much nutmeg. The recipe doesn’t call for it, but I wanted try something different. Here, try some. ❞ Taking a spoonful, she holds it out carefully for him to taste. 

At the mention of grades, the boy hesitates. More often than not, he managed to get into some sort of mischief in school, whether it involved his grades or trouble with a teacher or even his own classmates. His expression grew more sullen as he finally mustered an answer. “They’re okay.” It was more or less true. If he were in danger of actually failing any subject, the principal would have certainly phoned his house by now. “My teacher says I’m showing real improvement in science,” he hastens to add, hoping to get into her good graces with this one positive note.

Leaning forward to taste the stew, he takes the whole spoonful in one huge bite. Frowning a little—the nutmeg is indeed very strong. But he swallows it quickly, determined to say something complimentary about it, since he’s still waiting for her answer about the sleepover. “That tastes really—swell, mom.” Looking up at her cheerfully. “Are you going to add more yak?”

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Eddie’s tantrum.

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batswiings‌.

IN THE MIDST OF STIRRING THEIR SUPPER, Eddie’s voice manages to break her concentration as she turns to glance at him over her shoulder. ❝ A sleepover? ❞ She always did encourage Eddie to have friends, but the older he got the more problematic these little sleepovers might eventually become. It wasn’t until recently that she became more aware of certain possibilities. The thought crossed her mind — was it a full moon this weekend? — no, she didn’t think so. At least that put them in the clear… for now. ❝ Oh now don’t start that precious little look of yours with me, young man. Have you asked your father? ❞ Who was she kidding, Herman was far more of a pushover when it came to Eddie than she was. 

The boy nodded vigorously in response to her question. “Sure I did. Pop said to ask you.” He shifted from foot to foot, trying not to appear too impatient. “He said it was okay with him if it was okay with you. Please, mom??” Throwing in another innocent-sounding plea for good measure. He then stood up on his tiptoes to attempt to peer curiously into the cauldron she was currently stirring. “What are we having for supper?”

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The boy popped out of the kitchen cabinet and hung his leg over the edge before jumping down onto the counter below. “Oh mom! I almost forgot.” The boy eyed at his mother with palpable excitement as he sat perched on the counter. “Billy said I could go to his house for a sleepover this weekend.” Hopping down and bouncing over to her. “Oh can I?? Please?” Looking up at her with those puppy dog eyes. 

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“Hey Pop.” The young child looked up at his father. “Are you coming to the game today?” Eddie had been practicing and practicing for this game pretty much the whole week. Pleading now with his father with his adorable gaze. He always liked it when his father helped out the team--even if half the other kids there were too frightened to come near him. 

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@c0kehead  ♥ ‘d for a starter 

Eddie had been busy browsing a local store; it was around midday and he’d just gotten off work at the hospital. The soft jazzy tunes playing over the sound system, the buzzing of the fluorescent lights above. Actually, he’d been working so much he couldn’t remember what exactly he came in here for in the first place. A typical moment in the hectic life of a surgeon, those dragging hours spent concentrating on work and nothing else. He idly noticed a teenager in the same aisle, eyes quickly jumping back to the side.

 His thought then snapped back to what he’d originally been in there for: it was in this same aisle, just a bit further down. It wasn’t at all odd the man needed dog shampoo--well, if he had a dog, that was. Looking over at the kid as he walked past. Grabbing the hair product and then turning back down the aisle. “Aren’t you supposed to be in school, kid?” Eddie wasn’t really aware of what time of year it was, or whether school was out.

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“Oh, Mrs. Addams. This looks ….” He’d already started talking, but then gulped some at the spread she’d made along with grandmama. Eddie wasn’t used to eating the weird and absurd food the family did. He’d come to this party as Wednesday’s plus one--simply because she needed one, not because she wanted him there or anything, or so she claimed. There were various other family members roaming around, from all different backgrounds. 

Yet one thing was clear. He wasn’t frightened in the least. Most of the conversations he’d had were engaging. Steeling himself now to finish the sentence he’d already started. “...appetizing.” Moving his fingers towards one particular beverage. “May I ask what’s in this?”