Anthony J. Crowley (
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You're my only hope
[ Anthony looked frazzled as he cast a careful glance over his shoulder before slipping back under what appeared to be a blanket fort so he could stare at his phone. ]
Ok look, bad week... shit happened. Lots of shit happened, most of it was my fault. Got engaged, broke it off the next day, had to spend most of the rest of the time at the hospital looking after a sick relative. The visit from the creepy alien hunting suit was incredibly spooky... But none of that compares to this!
[ He swallowed and hushed his tone so he wouldn't be overheard. ]
Mum is here. Actually here in my flat right now, cleaning everything and making dinner because she says I look unwell even though she has done the magic heat sensing mum hand trick three times already and I don't have a fever. What do I do!? I can't tell her about even half of this stuff without--...
[ A second voice, much sweeter and calmer broke in to ask... ]
What is this?
[ And Anthony paled as he and phone broke free of the covers to see his grey haired mom holding that conspiratorial message from the mysterious MMF. Never had a man shot so quickly from a blanket tent to snag the paper, crumbled it, and chuck it into the nearest bin. ]
Nothing! Just some chain letter, probably thinks he is being funny by sending weird notes... Nothing to worry about at all! I told you everything is fine!!
[ His mum merely gave her poor highly strung son a sympathetic look and once again set her hand to his forehead. ]
Honey, you really need to calm down. I know what will help!
[ She turned and dug through one of her many bags until she found a tattered old teddy bear wearing yellow wellingtons. This was pressed into Anthony's arms as he was ushered back to the blanket covered sofa. ]
Its Mr. Yellow Boots! Now you and he can sit here all cozy until dinner is ready.
[ Anthony was sulking but he sat back on the sofa and looked helplessly after his mom until she was well out of ear shot. ]
Send help. Anything... I need her to stop worrying.
Ok look, bad week... shit happened. Lots of shit happened, most of it was my fault. Got engaged, broke it off the next day, had to spend most of the rest of the time at the hospital looking after a sick relative. The visit from the creepy alien hunting suit was incredibly spooky... But none of that compares to this!
[ He swallowed and hushed his tone so he wouldn't be overheard. ]
Mum is here. Actually here in my flat right now, cleaning everything and making dinner because she says I look unwell even though she has done the magic heat sensing mum hand trick three times already and I don't have a fever. What do I do!? I can't tell her about even half of this stuff without--...
[ A second voice, much sweeter and calmer broke in to ask... ]
What is this?
[ And Anthony paled as he and phone broke free of the covers to see his grey haired mom holding that conspiratorial message from the mysterious MMF. Never had a man shot so quickly from a blanket tent to snag the paper, crumbled it, and chuck it into the nearest bin. ]
Nothing! Just some chain letter, probably thinks he is being funny by sending weird notes... Nothing to worry about at all! I told you everything is fine!!
[ His mum merely gave her poor highly strung son a sympathetic look and once again set her hand to his forehead. ]
Honey, you really need to calm down. I know what will help!
[ She turned and dug through one of her many bags until she found a tattered old teddy bear wearing yellow wellingtons. This was pressed into Anthony's arms as he was ushered back to the blanket covered sofa. ]
Its Mr. Yellow Boots! Now you and he can sit here all cozy until dinner is ready.
[ Anthony was sulking but he sat back on the sofa and looked helplessly after his mom until she was well out of ear shot. ]
Send help. Anything... I need her to stop worrying.
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How old are you?
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Re: Video
[LBR here, Anakin is always six.]
Have you thought about therapy?
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I just need a way to skirt around that.
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Do you really need help?
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How would I know what your mum is like?
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Does she really think the bear will solve everything?
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Its original, not something I considered doing... but I'm not sure I want to perpetuate the feeling that I am actually still a kid.
[ Says the man hugging the stuffing out of a plushie. ]
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Oh, but Mr. Yellow Boots is there to help. I don't think I could possibly offer anything greater than that.
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Like you never had a favorite childhood toy??
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I know I'm going to regret asking this but...
[ Deep breath. ]
Was it a plush snake?
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[text response]
Also, I'm starting to understand why you would run away all the time.
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I love her but it's a bit much. She's only been here thirty minutes.
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It seems like she's been worried about you. Is it because you've been gone so long, or is she like this even when she sees you every day?
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[said with dry sarcasm as he lies on his own sofa while, behind the closed bedroom door there is the sound of a massive fight going on. The camera even captures a bit of his step father who looks wide eyed and uncomfortable at the raging storm.]
Remember to send you a sympathy card.
[and by the way]
They snagged me right out of hospital.
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[ And he might have made some quip about four letter covered sympathy cards if WWIII wasn't going on. ]
Wha... what's going on over there? What's the fighting about?
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Mum and Dad. Have you met them?
[maybe not. They had always been on best behavior when baby cousin and Aunt Evie's perfect family were around]
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[Yotsuyu would know. It's difficult to tell over text, but she's not having a laugh at his expense, or poking fun.]
My son seems to have this well in hand, so far, but we could always claim a real estate deal and I could barge in in the name of work. If you're desperate.
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[ Anthony thought he had a guess but better to ask than assume really. ]
Real estate might be dicey. She would want to know if I was moving, where to, what is the neighborhood like... As I said to some one else, she is in overprotective mode.
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[She reads, and he has very valid points--but she's been in the business for years.]
You needn't say it is for you. Perhaps one of your employees or some such? Mayhap they're the one who needs the help. And even if she decides to be nosey about it, I can work with that. I understand where she comes from, but I also understand how much pressure that puts on a person.
[She does try hard not to be a helicopter mom to Elliott, after all.]
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