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Teenage Clarissa: Dad! You're in the RP! Isn't that awesome! 8D

Viscen: Why is my name "Alex"?! D8

Clarissa: Cause Viscen is too fantasy-ish for modern day.

Viscen: Also I'm an a*****e, WHY?!

Clarissa: I'm sorry daddy. : <

Viscen: Well, on the brightside, that Clarie girl has made some nice artwork of you and of me. Mhm, suprised there's no Tangora in it.

I'd draw him if I knew what modern him would look like! D8

Clarissa: Hehehe, he's adorable, I know that! :3

Viscen: Also, that Arcian fellow is an idiot. *sigh*

Clarissa: Cha, but he's gonna help you find me! Even though I'm alot closer than you know. *cough*hospital*cough*

Viscen: *squint* What's a S.T.A.R.S. officer?

Clarissa: Oh, Arc randomly placed you in S.T.A.R.S. before and after the first outbreak. Well, technically B.S.A.A. in that place had re-founded it like, a few years before the next outbreak that went world-wide. So he figures you'd be a good officer there. Makes sense.

Viscen: It's weird though, I know I can be an a**, but Clarie makes me so much more to the point where I know I'm just incredibly moody. More so than that jackass Officer McGraw hangs out with.

Anna: Hey! D8< That's MY jackass you're talkin' about!

Clarissa: Um, anyways, yeah, I see what you did thar, Clarie.

What?!

Clarissa: You based my dad alot off of Harry Mason and you also based his physical features and looks off of that one guy.

Technically, I didn't. I based him off of the real person that the character was modeled after. 8D

Viscen: I'm hot.

Clarissa: Oh dad.

Cheryl: You sure are. heart heart heart heart

Viscen: =D Really? Ya think so, Cheryl?

Cheryl: Mhm! *glomp* Now let's head over to our apartment, shall we? :3

Clarissa: Ewwwwwww....

Viscen: Score. *cthulu-3*

Do not want! D8

Clarissa: So gimme a flashback! GIMME A FLASHBACK! Of modern us!

Kay. 8D

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Viscen *cough* I mean Alex: *is putting a lunch together in the kitchen* Eh... *cthulu, sticks some cookies in there* That's what kids eat, right?

Little Clarissa: *walks on in with her big backpack* Daddy? I'm sick. I can't go to school today.

Alex: *squint* Oh really? What's wrong with you?

Little Clarissa: Um, I has cancer so I can't make it in today.

Alex: Ah, I see. *looks at the lunchkit and rubs his chin a little* Well, I guess I'll just go on ahead and give this lunch to the cat then.

Clarissa: *looks at the lunch* What's in it?

Alex: Oh ya know, a Lunchable, a bag of chips, a soda...and some cookies...

Clarissa: D8 ...cookies?

Alex: Yep. Cookies. But since you're so sick, I'll just give it to the cat. Don't want it to go to waste and all.

Clarissa: On second thought, I just remembered that um, it wasn't cancer, just a sore throat, I'll be fine. Can I go to school now, please?

Alex: Imagine that, it's a miracle. Yes you may.

Clarissa: Can I have my lunch too?

Alex: Sure. *gives her her lunchkit and ruffles her hair*