10-14-2019, 02:43 PM
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halloween was coming, and though they'd gone to northstar to carve pumpkins, the event had largely been hayley poking at the fleshy orange thing while wrangling four children. she'd intended for that to be their only business with pumpkins for the time being, until not-too-long-ago she ran into some man at the border who'd had pumpkins and wanted to trade for supplies. so, after some negotiating, he'd gone off with some bits from their surplus, and she'd had twenty or so pumpkins in a few crates. they'd originally been intended for pie, come autumn, but after some coaxing on the part of various people, she'd agreed to let them be painted. not carved, soon to rot and ruined before november, but washable paint slathered about the outer shell that they'd remove anyways.
and that brought hayley, and the growing group, to the cafeteria. tables had been lined up with paints and pumpkins, a few paintbrushes here and there, though hayley herself sat with hope on her lap, her daughter completely ignoring the existence of such brushes. the triplets were down for naps, too young to really enjoy this, and hope was covered in paint from fingertip to elbow (and a few smears on her face) as she smeared the liquid over the pumpkin, no method to her madness, and hayley only interfering to shout-
[color=#4A272E]❝hope, no,❞ she quickly yanked her daughters hand from it's approach to her mouth, determined to keep the infant from eating paint, [color=#4A272E]❝we don't eat that.❞
hope, in response, continued rubbing the pumpkin, though mumbled [color=#4A272E]❝hope no❞ in a parrot of her mother. if you listened closely, as closely as hayley did, you might even hear a twinge of sarcasm in the girl's voice, prompting an eye roll.
( pumpkin painting! kids can do it, adults can do it, so long as they don't cut them open any character can paint a pumpkin! )
halloween was coming, and though they'd gone to northstar to carve pumpkins, the event had largely been hayley poking at the fleshy orange thing while wrangling four children. she'd intended for that to be their only business with pumpkins for the time being, until not-too-long-ago she ran into some man at the border who'd had pumpkins and wanted to trade for supplies. so, after some negotiating, he'd gone off with some bits from their surplus, and she'd had twenty or so pumpkins in a few crates. they'd originally been intended for pie, come autumn, but after some coaxing on the part of various people, she'd agreed to let them be painted. not carved, soon to rot and ruined before november, but washable paint slathered about the outer shell that they'd remove anyways.
and that brought hayley, and the growing group, to the cafeteria. tables had been lined up with paints and pumpkins, a few paintbrushes here and there, though hayley herself sat with hope on her lap, her daughter completely ignoring the existence of such brushes. the triplets were down for naps, too young to really enjoy this, and hope was covered in paint from fingertip to elbow (and a few smears on her face) as she smeared the liquid over the pumpkin, no method to her madness, and hayley only interfering to shout-
[color=#4A272E]❝hope, no,❞ she quickly yanked her daughters hand from it's approach to her mouth, determined to keep the infant from eating paint, [color=#4A272E]❝we don't eat that.❞
hope, in response, continued rubbing the pumpkin, though mumbled [color=#4A272E]❝hope no❞ in a parrot of her mother. if you listened closely, as closely as hayley did, you might even hear a twinge of sarcasm in the girl's voice, prompting an eye roll.
( pumpkin painting! kids can do it, adults can do it, so long as they don't cut them open any character can paint a pumpkin! )
[b][i]make your girlfriend mad tight, [color=#4A272E]might seduce your dad type