Hoo Boy

Have to tread carefully tonight. Dad seems to be in a near-constant bad mood.
-S: Need some combat gear?-
-DI: I have an extra mallet.-
-W: Me too.-
Don't worry, boys, I just won't say much.
-D: That's different from normal life how?-
Usually I do make a little conversation. I'm not mute, ya know.
-VD: How's the stories?-
*playful groan* Everyone I know asks me that. In response, "Dark Half" is in a coma, "Fixing Time" is in near critical condition, "Adopt a Doc" is on life support, and "World of Darkness", though having a tough time, is stable. It's official - my creativity for my "off the top of my head" stories is burnt out, and sputtering with my "paper transfer" stories.
-VD2: You need any help, you come straight to us. Just keep those paws to yourself.-
Get close to you and not hug you? Do you think I'm crazy?
-Everyone: *nodnod*