Regains of an Interesting Methodology

[nozomisitter]

[A. Stevens Road - Locked to Housemates]

[When Rin got the boxes at the front, she was worried. Three for each of them? Well, excluding Scott but still. Bringing it into the living room, she set them down and counted them out. Three for Nozomi, three for her.]

Nozomi! We've got mail!

[Opening the first one, she blinked at the sight of a cell phone adorned with butterflies up the side.] What the heck is this?

[Phone - Drone Lock]

Is it common to get a whole bunch of things that you didn't expect you would get? I got a pile of stuff in the mail today, and so did Nozomi.

[Phone - Marisa]

Marisa, you know how you said you wanted to check on my magic and stuff? I got something new in the pile. It's, well, it kind of looks like I get a massive power upgrade sometime in my service as a Precure, since I've got a whole new costume, transformation device and magical attack.

[Phone - Yuna]

Hey Yuna, I got something cool in the mail. Want to get together so I can show it to you?

Comments

[drank_the_milk]

Sure, no problem!

[nozomisitter]

At least ice cream tastes the same. Mostly.

[drank_the_milk]

Yeah, and it's not made with the crazy milk that kills you. That's always a plus.

[nozomisitter]

I make it a habit to throw that out all the time. First thing in the morning I stumble downstairs and pitch out the milk.

[drank_the_milk]

Yeah, I almost drank it once, but I got stopped just in time.

[nozomisitter]

Uuugh. Gross. Glad that never happened with us.

[drank_the_milk]

I just got lucky, honestly.

[nozomisitter]

Yeah. Luckily for Nozomi and I we weren't in a house with all drones for a while.

[drank_the_milk]

I've actually been pretty lucky on the not living with drones front, too. There's only ever been one at a time at our house.

[nozomisitter]

Yeah, Scott's been droned on and off, but the mom in our house has been a drone. I dunno if you can count the family dog as a drone but hey.

[drank_the_milk]

Scott? Is he that guy that gets on the phone every two months or so screaming about having a rock concert or whatever?

[nozomisitter]

Yeah. You can PROBABLY guess how that goes to be honest. [Poor guy. So unlucky.]

[drank_the_milk]

Well, after like the sixth time...

[nozomisitter]

Yeaaaaaaaah. To be honest I really don't see him around the house that much...

[drank_the_milk]

At least he keeps busy, I guess.

[nozomisitter]

There is that. I guess it needs to be done sometime. Just, yeah. I keep thinking I'll wake up and he'll be in the den with a pipe before breakfast.

[drank_the_milk]

I guess I got lucky... I've had the same dad the whole time.

[nozomisitter]

Who's your dad here by the way? I don't think I ever met them.

[drank_the_milk]

His name's Garviel Loken. You've probably seen him around. Huge space marine with a giant gun?

[nozomisitter]

Oh yeah I've seen him briefly a few times.

[drank_the_milk]

Yup, that's him. He's actually a pretty cool dad for the most part.

[nozomisitter]

That's good. I'm glad you've got a pretty stable homelife.

[drank_the_milk]

I still miss my real dad, but it's been pretty okay here, at least at home.

[nozomisitter]

It's good to have someone to rely on at least.

[drank_the_milk]

He's definitely reliable.