Another update? In the same month? Miracles of miracles!
Shouldn’t it be your birthday, Gallium?
Gallium: Yeah… don’t know what that’s about.
Well, I want you to GTFO because Germy’s gotten some pretty boring traits so far and I want a spare. So this isn’t gonna fly, kid.
Birthday cake to the rescue!
Gallium: Meh. Gonna do homework instead.
Then I realized that it must be because he’s in werewolf form, and he can’t age up like that. And he can’t go human until the full moon is over.
Lithium: … what is this white shit?
Oh, right. You were around back when we were still getting excited over Generations. : /
My how time flies.
In the morning, Gallium can return to his human form and decides to age up in the worst place possible.
I know I used to think that aging up next to a wall was bad, but Gallium decides to make it even worse by blocking the door so no one can get through.
For all of that, you’re not getting a makeover.
Gallium: Hey, real estate person? Yeah, I’m a legacy spare… you have a place free of charge? Okay, cool.
See you later, Gallium. 😀
Nickel: Now that Gallium’s gone… why don’t we fill up the empty space left in the house?
I don’t think so, guys.
That’s Zinc’s job.
Tyson: Hey, you see that maternity stuff in the picture over there?
Zinc: I’m not facing that way, but go on.
Tyson: I think we should reuse those clothes so they don’t go to waste. 😉
Zinc: Oh, what a purrfect idea!
Tyson: By the way, author chick, you know you’ve been calling me Tyrone for a while now, right?
… I just like that name better, okay? I’ll call you whatever I want, TYRONE.
Titanium passed away and no one cared.
It was kind of sad.
Tyson: I got a promotion today.
I thought it was super cute that I had them on the bed together and Tyson just started telling her about his day autonomously.
Why are you on my lot?
Yuri: I dunno. I probably died here and my grave got hidden in the snow.
My theory is that he got killed by the snowman army that is being built around the house.
Hey, Nitrogen! How’s one of my favorite heiresses?
Nitrogen: Not so well. : / Kind of hard spending the whole afterlife making sure my lovers never meet. And one of my lovers was Death himself so, you know… not easy.
Germanium: The buses aren’t running but I still gotta go to school. : /
You could have asked one of the 6 adults in the house to drive you.
In other news, drop your imaginary friends off at the school! It actually works, and then you can watch them sitting there in the cold for Schadenfreude purposes.
Zinc: It turns out I’m purregnant again! I do hope its a grrrrl.
That was kind of stretching it.
Zinc: Cats can growl, right?
Anyway, Tyson wants a boy.
Germy is, well, Germy now. I’d say it’s because elementary schools are breeding grounds for germs and whatnot, but the kid went biking through the snow. He was bound to catch something.
Zinc: We should buy teddy bears…
Tyson: I should rob a bank…
LOVING WIFE GO.
Zinc: Serenading my husband!
Tyson: … shut up it’s like six in the morning.
Tyson: Heartbreak. 😀
Zinc: Fancy dinner of pickles and chocolate.
Danny: *stalk stalk*
Meanwhile, Zhan finally found a woman that’s not related to him, and decided to try his luck.
Ellie is rolling in her grave.
Zhan: *leaning in expectantly*
Doris: God! I’m too tired to cheat on my husband right now!
Zhan: I’m gonna poof when the sun comes up. 😦
Doris: I guess I’ll take what I can get, since I can’t get it from my husband.
They’re not even friends anymore. : /
And on Christmas Eve, too. The equivalent, anyway. The next day is the gift-giving party.
Cobalt: I’m here for the party.
Cobalt: People shrink in their old age. It happens.
Tyson: Time for presents!
Germy: I can’t go first, daddy?
Tyson: You’ll get your germs on the presents.
Tyson: YES! A lamp! Merry Lampmas everyone!
Nickel: :O Best. Lampmas. Ever.
Someone was not in the spirit of Lampmas, and bought Nickel a guitar.
Nickel: It’s okay… I guess. : /
Solomon: This is going right on my bedside table!
Merry Lampmas to all, and to all a good night.