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I know. I can't seem to work with Pikachu. XD

Zero Suit is good, but you gotta watch the timing.

Okie dokie. :)

Mine are Samus Zero Suit and Link. Kirby's my brother's main. :D

"It is," Eryn replied with a wince as the lightning pierced the sky and a nod. "We're lucky that we have moved my belongings yesterday. Going out in this weather is a nightmare," she said, then gently scooted aside so she could stretch. "Shall I prepare some breakfast for everyone? I think they would be very keen on staying indoors today. With such a severe storm outside, it's best to remain safe, dry, and warm inside rather than outside."

While Hayley and Arlia contentedly spent their time with their respective partners, Eryn finally stirred from her sleep. her neck slightly stiff from sleeping on a not-so-flat surface. Yawning softly, she realized that she had slept the night off with Sean and gently nudged the man. "Sean? Sean, wake up. I think it's morning already," she said, even though the dark storm outside obscured the morning sun.

Oh wow... And I thought fighting Kirby is bad. XD

"Hey, it's okay," Hayley replied, gently patting his head and silently thanking him for his sympathy. "It's all in the past. Last I heard about him, he's rotting and holding onto welfare, so I guess that's as good of a payback as any. Plus, that experience made me who I am today and taught me to toughen up or die. At least I'm not some poor sod begging on the streets. As painful as it was, his actions led me to finding you and I won't change a thing about them."

LOL. Thanks for that. XD

Hayley would normally rebuke people who questioned her about her parents, given that she was now a motherless woman, who didn't even remember why she was motherless to begin with, with a deadbeat for a father. However, Isaac was one of the very few exception to that rule, given that they both knew each other for quite a while by now.

"He did lots of shit to me when I was young, mostly along the lines of getting drunk, beating up me, and pissing off. He was pretty upset about not being the main breadwinner in the house and started making some fucked up mess, which was why my mother divorced him when I was 8. He started drinking since I was 5 when mom's job was booming while his stagnated. That's also about the time when he got the idea that a young me would make for a nice punching bag, so he'd go around kicking my ass for the smallest mistakes I made and even when I wasn't doing anything wrong at all. When I moved back in after learning about my mother's death, it didn't get any better. In fact, it got a lot worse. He didn't just beat me, he started saying shit about me and moving on to forcing me to make money to fuel his booze binge. My grade suffered and I barely graduated high school with him making my teenage years a nightmare. Social service didn't do shit and the supposed support for "domestic abuse" might as well be non-existent."

"At one point, I got so pissed off that I confronted him the night of my seventeenth birthday." Smiling ruefully, she tilted her head to the right, swept her hair aside, and showed him a pink scar, normally hidden by her blonde mop, on her neck just below her ear, right where her carotid artery was. She gestured to Isaac where the scar was and said, "See this? Sweet seventeen gift from daddy dearest: a nice broken beer bottle to the neck. Lucky it didn't severe any major artery or I wouldn't be walking here. Still, that finally got the police's attention and he was detained for attempted murder and domestic abuse, but I just about had enough and decided to just leave the damn place."

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