Turtle & Canary; Monday [06/22].

[somethingwithturquoise]

The fact that Summer still felt a little bit hungover from the weekend was good proof that her birthday had been a success, even though she was pretty sure some of that was just a carry-over from having to deal with her family yesterday, because, yeah, yeah, yeah, she went home for Father's Day and it was just as awkward as any Father's Day in the Smith household could be expected to be, especially when you had a egomaniacal, asshole grandfather and an insecure father constantly trying to prove himself despite his undeniable inferiority and a seventeen year old brother who had an estranged son three years ago that wanted to kind of destroy the planet when he found out what a terrible father Morty was but instead just wrote a tell-all book about it.

It was kind of nice, though, that Morty Jr. did come for a visit, even if it nearly resulted in the house being destroyed.

Also, thankfully, it drove her Grampa Rick to peacing out for a few hours so that they could all deal with their own shit, giving Summer the opportunity to go poking around the garage and the dimension database to run some numbers and logistics and come up with some possibile coordinates to try as an attempt to get Seivarden home.

Which, you know, still didn't get things narrowed down a whole lot, because the whole 'infinite universes, infinite possibilities' thing, but it was a start, and once she was done with her orders for the day and ignoring whatever it was Apu was up to, she got comfortable behind the register and started shifting through a massive stack of coordinantes with a color-coded highlighter system.

Which she would claim was merely for aesthetics, lest anyone actually notice her total inner nerd leaking out.

Gross.

Today's Squishy Flavors!
Chocolate Eclair
Onion Rings
Red

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The Beach, Monday Morning

[my_own_advocate]

Was Lucifer Morningstar actually awake on a Monday morning?

Yes, actually. The morning was supposed to be nice and sunny, the afternoon anything but, and if he couldn't go to LA, he'd just have to bring the LA to him.

Or, at the least, he'd brought a beach chair to the beach. Lucifer had now sprawled on said beach chair, aviator sunglasses and all, a Mai Thai in a tall glass resting in the sand beside him.

Occasionally he squinted up against the sun to eye his phone.

... he was browsing Tik Toks, what of it?

"Ah, pretending the cat's singing with a box on its head! That's quite clever!"

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