Wolfy: Chappie six is up n' runnin'!

Ryuu: *groans* I'm not looking forward to this one..

Wolfy: *growls* If you've got something to say, then say it!

Mike: Uhh- .. Guys..?

Ryuu: You call this some kind of "romance" right? I want no part in creating this!

Mike: Guys...

Wolfy: Oh- Right~ I forgot~ You're more interested in your lazy ass Halo game!

Mike: Guys-!

Ryuu: At least I have variety in my interests, rather than bordering them into complete obsession!

Mike: YOU GUYS...

Wolfy: At least I don't hang giant posterized decals on my wall of non existent characters!

Ryuu: *gasps* You take back-

Mike: WOULD THE BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP FOR FIVE SECONDS?!

Both: O.O jeez Mike..

Ryuu: No need to yell, man..

Wolfy: Yeah.. You could have just asked for our attention..

Mike: *facepalm*The door was open...

Ryuu: O.O

Wolfy: Uhhhhh...

Bonnie: Hi~!

Chika: *waves*

Freddie: ...

Golden Freddie: ...

Foxy: *sighs* We've been watchin' yer spat for a while..

Mike: *throws hands up in surrender* I'm done. *walks out*

Wolfy: *looks at Ryuu* Are you still against the ship I made for you..?

Ryuu: ..Do what you want..

Wolfy: CHIKA!~ I HAVE FOUND A HUBBIE FOR YOUUUUUUUU~!

Animatronics: What now..?

Ryuu: *crying* Don't ask.. Just don't...

Natasha sighed heavily, her dis-guarded boots thrown haphazardly against the wall at the entrance of her home. The door clicked shut behind her, and she breathed in the comforting smell of cinnamon, frebreeze, and oil.

"Papa?!" the teen called, hanging her jacket on the coat rack slowly, "Are you home?!" She heard the tell-tale clank of metal towards the hall, already knowing what his newest project was from the distinct smell of cinnamon. "It's almost ten, gramps! Why are you making breakfast just now?"

She couldn't hear him, clearly, but she was able to register the words "Woke..late..Couldn't..pan..you..work.."

Rolling her eyes, the raven smirked, trailing her fingers along the chipped blue paper of the wall, casually strolling towards the decent-sized kitchen. Though the counter-tops were clearly from the eighties, with the wood style and cut, the appliances were all brand new, each one black and sleek, with hints of chrome to accentuate their features. "So you woke up late.. And decided to greet me with Monster-Sized Cinnamon Biscuits?"

"Pretty much~!" she fulled heard the chirping answer, giggling softly as she leaned against the door frame, her grandfather's front hidden beneath a large stack of metal pans. "You're a saint.."

The older man huffed, clearly embarrassed, as he set the tins into the sink, revealing his slowly balding hair, though it was cut stylishly to resemble a doctor's swift curl, and had strands of silver and grey among the faded brown. She smiled lovingly at him, shaking her head as she walked forward, pulling at his oil-stained shirt, "Couldn't sleep very well?"

He sighed, glaring at the door that connected the kitchen to the garage, the pride and joy of the entire establishment. The stairs that lead to the first-story mechanics were used often in the middle of the night, as both the old man, as well as his kin, found solace in the comfort of mindless tinkering among various metals to pass a restless night, or solve a personal problem.

She had inherited all of his bad habits, as well as a few good ones, though she was the only one of the duo with the bravery of a lion. Her grandfather would rather view the world from behind a glass door than face his problems head-on.. More than once, the older man had gone to such lengths as to drink away his worries, the after effects being tens times worse than a teenager getting smashed for the first time.. Except, this happened every time he drank..

And that there was the terrifying threat of a sixteen year old demon ready to slaughter him if he came home with more than a legal dosage of alcohol in his veins..

The mere reminder of her hangover methods were enough to make his long-time friends quiver in fear.

Not a fun bachelor party...

Natasha nearly drooled as she set the small, slightly wobbly kitchen table for their meal. The dishes didn't particularly match, but they both served their purposes well enough, so she saw no true reason to exchange them.

When they had both set down to enjoy the meal, the teen grimaced, the sudden expression causing the older man to pause, and sigh in disdain, glancing at the third, empty chair with reluctance, "He's still away, Sukoshi.. He promised to be here by the end of the week.."

If I even survive for that long.. she thought weakly, a sad look crossing her face, before she settled into attacking her food, going at the biscuits with a vigor reserved for wild, starving animals. "Hif- Lof-"

The older male sighed good naturedly, and shook his head, starting into his food once more with a weak smirk.

Wolfy: I'm so sorry this is late!

Ryuu: *sigh* Baka..

Wolfy: TT~TT Gomen, reader-chans...