Kim and Ron had just finished their homework and were watching television in the living room when a robot rolled into the room. The twosome redirected their attention to the mechanical heap as it maneuvered itself around the space in front of the TV. Growing bored of watching it travel in circles, they went back to watching the plasma screen before them. The next thing they knew, multiple red beams were shot and bouncing against the walls, singeing different sections of furniture. True to his nature, the blond immediately took cover behind the couch, watching the mayhem from a safe point. The redhead narrowed her emerald orbs as she made to stand up, scarcely dodged another flying projectile in the process. "That does it; they are so dead." With that, she cartwheeled between shots before landing a staggering blow to the robot's head. Holding the sparking remains in her hands, she hollered, "Tweebs, you better get your latest torture machine out of here before I do!" Not too long after saying that, the sixteen-year-old twins came barreling into the living room to retrieve what was left of their ruined Science project and leave just as speedily.
Ron blew a breath of relief as he reemerged from hiding, sparing a glance at the kitchen clock. "KP, I'm gonna head out. I'm hoping I can get some snackage in before bed." The abovementioned followed his gaze before humming in thought. I should probably warn him before he leaves. "Hey, Ron, before you go. I think you should know something." The sidekick turned to regard her with a soft smile. "Let me guess; Bria's out to make a house call?" seeing the nod and questioning look, he said, "She mentioned it on our way to Cheer Practice." The cheerleader smiled briefly before inquiring, "What does that even mean, 'make a house call'?" the blond gave a light chuckle as he turned the knob before walking through the now open door. "Maybe you should ask her what that means, y'know, when you see her tomorrow." Throwing a "Night, KP" over his shoulder, he left for home.