I went to move some of his college fund into Rory and Ryan's college funds, but they already have about $25k each. This is what happens when you're an only child and your parents are a high-flying businessman and a very successful doctor!
Rory and Ryan are either both involved in their own pursuits, or both competing for Daddy's attention.
I don't know if Zion really wants the help of two five-year-olds... but he's got it!
These two finally made friends tonight!
Aurora: Daddy, can we have dinner on the couch?
Carlo: No - why would you eat on a couch when there's a perfectly good table right here?
Orion: Is easier to pill food clothes when eat at table.
Carlo: Yeah, right.
I don't know what story Aurora's telling about school, but Carlo's enjoying it.
Zion needed either two charisma points or two mechanical points to open up his grade bar. There was never an opportunity to get them organically, and he never rolled any college related wants - if he wanted to write an assignment or a term paper or even go to class then I'd have him get the skill points to open the bar up. So probation it is. At least now he's not a semester ahead of Vi, so they'll graduate at the same time. If he gets those skill points next semester... I imagine his dads will have something to say about it...
Zion: I can't believe I failed...
Vi: I can't either. You're usually such a nerd. We can talk about it properly in the morning, though - right now, let me cheer you up.
Mimi has to get straight As - her student debt is bad enough as it is. She knows Carlo would pay if off in a heartbeat if she asked him to, but she won't.
They're soooooo competitive at everything..even though charles can't cook he's still trying to one up carlos. meanwhile Carlos with his backhanded slow clap 😂😂😂 they're so annoying
1/1 | 4.6k | Written as a prompt fill for @fifthrideroftheapocalypse for @911actions and beta read by the always lovely @herefortarlos 💞
Summary: TK and Carlos journey to New York for the first time to attend TK's high school reunion.
While Carlos is dreading the thought of socialization in a new city, TK is dreading the thought of running into something, or rather someone, from his past.
“How does this thing still fit?” TK asks himself as he takes in the way his high school letterman jacket hugs him just right.
A giant obsidian “B” is stitched on the left breast, standing out against the blood red fabric it’s tacked on. On the back, there’s an oversized embroidered baseball that houses 2013-2014 in red thread.
“You never told me you were first baseman your senior year,” Carlos remarks from his position on the bed. He’s currently hunched over TK’s senior yearbook, hunting for any adolescent ammo he can find for their next non-problem argument.
“That’s because I was only first baseman for one game,” TK replies as he peels the jacket off. “I broke my arm two weeks after the season started.”
“Of course you did,” Carlos chuckles as he turns another page. “Who’s Claudia Howard?” He asks, looking up as TK attempts to pull on an old Brookhaven Swim tee shirt. “I swear she’s in almost every club photo I’ve seen so far.”
“Brookhaven’s academic golden child, our drama department’s biggest headache, and our fencing team’s worst nightmare,” TK answers as he twists and turns his body, trying to get a full look at how the shirt lays. “Is this even mine?” He mutters as he looks at the way it rides up in the back.
“Your school had a fencing team?” Carlos asks, looking up from the yearbook for the first time since he opened it.
“My mom was a lawyer based out of Manhattan,” TK answers as he peels the shirt off and throws it somewhere on the closet floor, much to Carlos’ chagrin. He turns as he pulls another shirt off its hanger. “Of course my school had a fencing team."