33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday Morning

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For a moment after her alarm went off, Kathy had no idea why she'd even set it. It was the weekend, she had neither work nor class today, she could sleep late if she wanted to. And, slapping blearily at her beeping phone, Kathy very much wanted to. She was warm, lying in a tangle of bodies, still more than a little tired from the night before, which had included a much better resolution that last year's prom.

Oh. Right. Prom. The wheels in her brain started to slowly turn as she put two and two together. Alarm. Unlocked front door. Day after prom. Yes.

"Get up," she said, poking at whoever was closest. "Kids are probably coming. C'mon, get up."

She wanted to be dressed and making breakfast by the time the inevitable horde descended on the house, dammit. But she wasn't going to be doing it alone.

"Get up or I swear I will send the first kid who shows up to come and wake you up proper."

Kathy that was just mean.

[Open to boyfriends, housemates, AU children of all varieties, and guests!]

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[bouncingpowerbrats]

"Short for Imogene," he replied. "And I'm Tristan. They were the first names that the two of you could agree on." He gestured towards Dante. "You kept trolling him with rhyming names and even Mom got into it when she found out she was having one of each. Said she was gonna name us Jack and Diane, like his guns."

Which was just weird, because his guns were named Ebony and Ivory. But then, Mom's sense of humor was weird sometimes.

"But then one of you came up with Tristan and the other one liked Imogene and Mom said that that was it, no more fighting."

Beat.

"She always says that you were all literally on your way to the hospital to have us, but she might just be exaggerating, like how long she was in labor with us changes the more annoyed she is."

[not_every_mage]

"Imogene and Tristan," Anders said thoughtfully. "It's not as good as Gary and Mary, but I like it. Your parents have good taste. And whatever your mom says when she's annoyed, is true."

That seemed like the safest course.

[bouncingpowerbrats]

Tristan giggled at him. "That's just what you always say!" he exclaimed. "'Specially when she's annoyed."

[not_every_mage]

"Well, I'm very smart," Anders said seriously. "Just like you, probably."

He poured the juice he'd been holding into a glass with a flourish and presented it to Tristan.

[bouncingpowerbrats]

Tristan was beaming at the compliment, chest puffed out a little as he took his juice. "We have lots in common," he bragged. "I'm gonna be just like you when I grow up."

[not_every_mage]

"Is that so?" Anders wondered, amused. "Are you a mage, then?"

[bouncingpowerbrats]

"Yup!" Tristan announced proudly. "You're gonna give me your old staff soon and everything. But Mom says we can only practice in certain parts of the house after what happened to the curtains."

[not_every_mage]

"Maybe practice outside," Anders suggested. "... wait, what did you do to the curtains?"

[bouncingpowerbrats]

"Lit 'em on fire," Tristan mumbled, looking down as his feet. "It was on accident."