*Taking the bowl from him, I chuckle at the way he jumped at the chance to present hinself.* Close, but not quite. *I start pouring the puree into the mold.* On both accounts. It's as you've said, we never know if we'd find family by those chances; While in my case, I've already found them, *glances at my roomates and a quick thought of my original family* but I won't mind more members joining if they make a very convincing case to me. *said glance moves back onto him, then to the pie I'm moving onto the tray* And while the unknown can be interesting in some way, I'm more intrigued by this part: you can chose to name your relationship with each other however you want, as long as the other party agrees. *I smirk in excitement.* This means you can mentally adopt each other with whichever way we both feel comfortable with, whether it be mentally adopting a parent; or calling a person who feels like a younger sibling a little sister or little brother, even if their age is elder than yours. It's a pretty fun way to think of ways to address, and be comfortable with each other. Look. *I giggled at the potential for mischief, as I nudged my head towards where a group of differently age roomates all playfully followed around and addressed a man in his 30s with glasses "team mom" or "father", while the man exasperatedly scolded them for their misdeeds from earlier like how a parent usually does with theit children. He started to pull the "No buts!" with a raised finger as soon as one of the self-proclaimed children of his started to do the pouty face to pester with him even more. Welp, he tried stopping them I suppose! I thought with a smile. Shaking my head to their antics, I placed the pie into the oven Falcon opened for me.*
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13/06/2026
*Taking the bowl from him, I chuckle at the way he jumped at the chance to present hinself.* Close, but not quite. *I start pouring the puree into the mold.* On both accounts. It's as you've said, we never know if we'd find family by those chances; While in my case, I've already found them, *glances at my roomates and a quick thought of my original family* but I won't mind more members joining if they make a very convincing case to me. *said glance moves back onto him, then to the pie I'm moving onto the tray* And while the unknown can be interesting in some way, I'm more intrigued by this part: you can chose to name your relationship with each other however you want, as long as the other party agrees. *I smirk in excitement.* This means you can mentally adopt each other with whichever way we both feel comfortable with, whether it be mentally adopting a parent; or calling a person who feels like a younger sibling a little sister or little brother, even if their age is elder than yours. It's a pretty fun way to think of ways to address, and be comfortable with each other. Look. *I giggled at the potential for mischief, as I nudged my head towards where a group of differently age roomates all playfully followed around and addressed a man in his 30s with glasses "team mom" or "father", while the man exasperatedly scolded them for their misdeeds from earlier like how a parent usually does with theit children. He started to pull the "No buts!" with a raised finger as soon as one of the self-proclaimed children of his started to do the pouty face to pester with him even more. Welp, he tried stopping them I suppose! I thought with a smile. Shaking my head to their antics, I placed the pie into the oven Falcon opened for me.*
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