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[littleonewhosteals]

"Mama!" Rags asks, coming bursting into her kitchen at a very ungodly sort of hour. He skids to a stop when he spots that she's not around.

"Mom! Mother! Mama! Kaasan!." He opens the fridge and takes out a muffin he had left inside there when he visited the day before. The rest of the household was out for the day, shopping or working or at school, but Trixie, too uncomfortable to travel far, is always home.

"I brought you something!" he calls out, mouth full of muffin.

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[wishiwasatree]

Fortunately Trixie's up at the asscrack of dawn, piddling around to keep herself occupied from the ache in her hips and the near constant heartburn whenever she eats anything the tiniest bit spicy or with too much vinegar. She's hanging some of the laundry when her eldest barges on in, letting him wear himself out a little before she calls back to him.

"In the back! Keep your fucking voice down!"