Horace finished telling the world about his day out with mum. Hayle had also zoned out eventually, and his sister hadn't heard him over the sound of using a drill to fix in place some screws in the automaton she just build. She's only eight, what a prodigy ey.

"That's champion lad!" Hayle said to Horace, patting him on the head and getting greasy meat fingers through his hair.

"You're giving him a bath, look at the state of his lovely curls Hayle, feckin eejit,"

Hayle scoffed at her and began walking off, only to be met with another mystical flip flop seemingly conjuring from thin air. "Heh, love you too bubs,". Amelia shook her head after the flying projectile fell to the floor. Right, kids first then the window watcher...

Hayle was cleaning up the metal shavings from Alayem's handiwork. The automaton whirred to life raising its arms scaring Hayle, the pan and brush he was using flung out of his hands and covered Horace. Amelia just stared at him, daggers were starting to form from rage around her, "I'll clean him up, you go let your hair down dear," The rage continued to build up around her. Kaha was overflowing inside her from the comments Hayle continued to drop, "LET MY HAIR DOWN!? DO YOU EVEN PAY ATTENION TO ME HAYLE!? MY HAIRS IN CURLERS = ANGELIC CURLS, YOU WET SANDWICH,"

Horace's ears were hurting from the wind, and he tugged at his mums hand, "Stop! It's hurting~" Calming down from the outburst Hayle quickly grabbed Horace and bolted up the ladder, "You look scrumptious my Huundhan Queen, smoochies-smoochies!" Amelia blushed and gushed, the same words Hayle wooed her with all those years ago, "Awroight~ babe, you're smoking hot innit. Fancy being my Huundhan Queen?" the words echoed in her mind. "HAYLE~" She screamed, "Momma needs some sukker, GET THE KIDS EAR MUFFLERS!"

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Emcee had stood firm to her orders, watching and waiting eagerly for the return of Amelia. She heard sounds of pain whilst after the BBQ and thought it odd that the trailers were creaking intensely whilst rocking up and down. Though the howling was the more worrying thing. Probably some unknown condition those Koan's have Emcee thought, looking around curiously, trying to pinpoint why it was happening.

The evening sun had been and gone. The twin moons light had joined the fun now. She stared at them, and they shone back down to her. Drunken revelers were sat on their sofa's in the front yard drinking cans of beer whilst Emcee could think of nothing but her orders...and when her next meal came, the signaling from her stomach rumbles.

Bags under her eyes set in by the early hours of the morning, and her eyes burned from staring so long for any signs of her mental case teacher. Amelia had ventured down from the upper trailer and into the living room stretching out happily on the sofa.

Alayem jumped down whilst Horace failed to grab the handle and fell straight to the floor. Hayle could only hobble down the ladder, his entire body shaking and aching. "I-i-I'll get the breakfast going, ah me feckin back! Ooof,"

Alayem asked why there was some girl sat in the tree outside

"OOPS, mums got to go, bye!"

Amelia rushed to Emcee who had fallen asleep shortly before the family descended into the living room, "Oi wake up, we're going for a jog. Drink this," She gave Emcee bottle filled with brown liquid inside it. Opening the lid, Emcee was not impressed by the smell. "It's kaffe, it'll wake you up, c'mon we don't have all day...ish"

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