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Black Dad: What, no, no, we just bros.
White Dad: Nah I mean I get it, it's the whole marriage thing aight? That was more like, a symbolism thing, like, we bros for life.
Black Dad: Yeah. That.
Dumbbell: Oh. I see.
The tiny Coordinator isn't giggling anymore, but her head is still spasming as if she was.
Dumbbell: It did seem like a sensible guess- since it does seem that the two of you do share a room.
Doorbell's guess is correct. Despite the second floor, the house /is/ small, and besides the living room, the bathroom, the small yard, and the room upstairs, there is just one more.
Ӝ Miharu: AND- they sleep in the same bed all the time! Yup yup!
White Dad: That's cause we poor cause we have to support your sorry ass you god damned dumbass! Go back to work, you still grounded.
Dumbbell: Would you mind if I borrow Miharu for a minute? I'd like to ask her something.
Neither answer, as Dumbbell turns to Miharu. Perhaps it's the power of the first name basis.
Dumbbell: Miharu, dear; what do you think about love and friendship?
An answer surges from Miharu's mouth: but she swallows it back, and gives herself some time to think.
Dumbbell: For example: would it bother you if your parents were more affectionate in front of you?
Miharu's eyes go orbital as she imagines it.
>UM. Wwell-
