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Necropsis is beaming, as he talks to Boseman, "See, this is where daddy gonna put his high price hos"

The baby looks adorable, and ponders filling his diaper

Necropsis looks over the possible options for buildings and locales

Photos, blueprints, mmm spread all over the bed

Tweak returns from showering, wrapped in a robe and rubbing her face. It's been a long day. And she stares at the blueprints on the bed. "You sleepin' wit' an architect, now?"

She yawns largely, then reaches for the baby. "Gimme."

"You know how it is, baby, it all about that basement" A smirk and a look over "I got Bluetooth in so deep SHE wearingg fishnets"

And the baby is handed over. Boseman beams! Or it could be gas

A dubious look. "That'll be the fuckin' day. 'Sides, her in fishnets would ruin the local fishin' bizness."

She bounces Boseman a little bit (part for fun, part to shake that gas out into a burp), then sinks into a big easy chair.

Her husband laughs, then shows her the pictures of locales rather than explain "We puttinnng da price bitches up here"

With practiced routine movements, she settles in to breastfeed the baby. No, she hasn't forced Nec to use the Moobiv8tor. Yet.

"See, she wanted the list,.. she brouht her wide ass to the pagoda" Explaining HE was sougght out

A surprised look at the map. "Wait...what you got on her? I mean...shit, Crawley, she in trouble?"

"I mean, yeah, she a dense bitch sometime, but she be OUR dense bitch." Maybe Tweak's getting sentimental as she ages.

"She looking to get a fix it sound like" He does look a bit perplexed "Not sure why she come to me, when Tatt Troll has his own webs though" a look over his wife fussying "Don't get too sentimental, you'll sweeten the kids' meal"

Boseman doesn't seem to have any complaints at the moment.

But Tweak is frowning. "Okay, B gettin' a habit? Hard to buy." Another thought. "Maybe her guy be part of the issue?"

"Maybe he in trouble, and she workin' to get him out?"

Sigh. "Dumb blue shits."

Boseman gives a happy sigh, whether at his meal or his mother's words, it's hard to tell.

"Maybe you should see if you got time, kick her in her baggy blue junk?"

Through the door to the adjoining room, they can hear Shuri talking to her toys as she delays actually going to sleep.

"Aw, fuck, Crawley...." she sighs. "Got so much t' do."

"Noshit baby, the program freakin the norms" A grin, then gentler "Look, I gots to provide for me myself and mine" Meanin her and the kids, "But if you really worried I see what I can learn... just, well shit baby ,she's just my sidep iece, she's your friend"

"Makin' me sound like a damn sap," she grumbles.

She takes a few moments to shift Boseman, burping him briefly before switching him to the other side. "I mean...shit...been some time...guess I could check in...."

Nec peeks out the door to see Shuri "Damn.. lil bitch needs a tranq" he mutters. Yup. Shuri is tired but refusing to give as she talks to the toys

He looks over to his lady, "Hey, just tell her you filling her in on official shit and paper work... trolls love that right?"

Shuri's toy companions are largely a variety of gadgets with googly eyes attached.

"You ain' wrong. S'pose...yeah. But you gotta play nursemaid to these jerks."

"Oh shit, you KNOW HOw I hate that" He snnorts, but a bit of a goofy grin as Shuri seems to have assembled a wobbly toy that bops her back up right if she drifts off

" 'M not ssssleeepy!" the girl asserts as her toy does its job. But she's not very convincing.

Tweak smirks at him. "You so whipped."

"Call me Kutakenta because that ain't stopping me" A wink back, then points a finnger "See now you gonna feel all bad for talking whips to a black man"

She rolls her eyes. "Oh, yeah. Totally busted up wit' guilt, tha's me."

"Daddydaddydaddy!" calls Shuri.

Necropsis moves to his daughter and picks her up with a heft, "That's my name"

"The boss is callin' you," Tweak mutters.

Shuri BEAMS at him, as she has succeeded in having him get her OUT of bed! Just what she wanted! "Not sleepy...wanna play?"

Never mind that her eyes are puffy with being overtired -- and perhaps from wearing those goggles she loves so much.

"Look, here.. if I ttell you a story, will you shut the Samuel L Jackson up?" Effort to reduce his cursing

And his tone is gentle but firm

"Mmmmmmayyyyyybeeee?"

A happy pop sound from litle brother

Tweak shakes her head, amused. But bonus...she gets to hear the story, too.

"Okay, once upon a time, in a lannd like... north of here... there was a hard working scmuck named Walter White..."

And since Boseman seems full, she sets him on a shoulder to burp him as she pretends not to listen in.

A snicker. Oh, this is gonna be good....

"now, Walter looking after his fam fam.. though his kids werenn't as cool as you... and finds out he got bad lunggs.. now the MAN don't care about tteachers, nor anybody else... so he got to pay or die to get a cure.. "