mercy macnair will fuck you right up (thequietones) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-10-18 22:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - october, malcolm macnair, mercy macnair, walden macnair |
Who: Macnairs
Where: their place, the dining room
When: Just before/right when this starts
What: la la la, family dinner, all normal OW WHAT THE FUCK.
Warnings: none
Okay, so, family dinner was not Mercy's idea of a good time, but whatever. She didn't have anything else to do on a Tuesday night, and there was usually decent food at least, and most of all, it would be a chance to torture her father with her brother and remind him why he didn't often try to make them do this. Although the best she had at the moment mostly related to her latest paramour, which would both get Malcolm against her too and be far too dramatic for something as simple as dinner.
She was mostly letting her brother do the talking, only speaking up to snark or needle him or her father. If the twins could get bickering, she was sure, that would be enough to hold their father off for another six months. "Oh, okay," she was saying, giving Mal her best judgy look. "And when was the last time you-ouch!" Mercy suddenly dropped the fork in her left hand, a reflex as that forearm began to burn. She put her hand over it. It didn't feel like a summons, just pain. She looked up across the table, silently asking if they felt this too.