Standing in a chaotic room, with no sign of a theme or thought anywhere on its walls I can't help but think to myself.
'Maybe I should just ask my Mum to do this...'
Smiling wryly, I prepare to swallow my pride and ask my mum to decorate the room for me. It's not that I don't know what I want it to look like, it's just that when I try to translate my ideas into reality it ends up looking like a robbery gone wrong.
I approach my Mum sitting in the living room, whilst she is reading a book.
"Mum..."
"Yes?"
"Did you decorate the house?"
"Uh, yes, I did, I suppose..."
"Can you... decorate the spare room?"
"Awww... I knew you would ask me! I've been thinking of a few ideas and-"
So that's how my Mother ended up taking over the entire process of redecorating the spare room into looking somewhat like a study. I offered to help her move some furniture because two people are better than one, even if I am a 6-year-old, but she pushed me out of the room and said she will call me when she is done. I am not one to say no to getting out of doing work, but I do feel bad letting her do all the work for my new room. Maybe I'll try to cook her eggs for lunch? Though I feel like if I went near the stove again she would kill me...
I ultimately decided to just sit in the living room and read the book my other was reading on the table, maybe it'll be interesting.
'Trolls for Idiots and Wizards Alike'
Well, I'm at least one of them so why not give it a read?
[1 Hour Later]
"Zane! Your room is done!" Finally! I can't wait to see what she did with the room!
"Thank you so much for your help! I read the book you left on the table and I didn't know you were into fantasy novels, maybe I can recommend you a few good ones myself as a thank you."
Seeing her go wide-eyed made me laugh, "Don't worry mum, your secret is safe with me, I absolutely won't tell dad unless he bribes me with literally anything." I declared with the most dead-pan face I could maintain.
'Sometimes teasing people is fun,' I thought as I gauged her reaction. Turning my attention to the room I take one gaze at it and silently admit defeat, you can't compete with mothers and their design sense.
Looking around the room I notice the walls are lined with simple oak bookshelves, all bare, waiting to be filled up with knowledge. While the space isn't that big, it fits an oak desk in the centre with a comfortable-looking chair. Hopefully, it's not like gaming chairs from my past life, looks comfortable but you feel like you're lying on cement.
Each passing second I looked around the room, the happier I became, it already had furniture in it, but it could also have been said to be a blank canvas. The more time I spend in the room, the more time I can personalize it, and because of that, I've decided to name the room.
I look to my mother, about to ask for a good name to call the room but she isn't behind me anymore.
"Mum?"
No response. How weird, did she go to the shops? I decide to walk to the living room to see if she has gone back to reading her fantasy novel, but both she and the book have disappeared. Starting to worry, I look around the house for her, only to catch a glimpse of the study door open. I wanted to see what was inside but I didn't want to lose the room I just gained and the books I just unlocked due to my morbid curiosity. That's when my mother exited from the study, only to see me staring at her.
"I looked behind me and you were gone, so I went to go find you," I stated. She can't fault me for looking for her and accidentally seeing a tiny bit of the study, which has a similar setup to my room, only filled with books and a nice lush carpet.
"Oh, ok. What did you need?" She asked. Strange how she didn't find fault with me, maybe she didn't notice I saw.
"Can you name the new room? I want to give it more character."
"Nest"
And thus was named my new hiding and reading spot. If you couldn't find me in my room, there was a good chance I was in the Nest.
"Thanks, Mum!" I was so close to walking away when I heard one sentence that killed my enthusiasm.
"Before you go into your new room, go hang the washing."
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A/N: So you are real people, fantastic. Now that I can't complain about not receiving interactions anymore these are gonna be pretty short. I don't have anything specific to add here except I'm going to be picking up the pace a bit. By now Zane's humour is starting to show a bit, but still pretty concealed.
I also just got some subway for lunch, but I'm not hungry! What a sad time for me.
Standing in a chaotic room, with no sign of a theme or thought anywhere on its walls I can't help but think to myself.
'Maybe I should just ask my Mum to do this...'
Smiling wryly, I prepare to swallow my pride and ask my mum to decorate the room for me. It's not that I don't know what I want it to look like, it's just that when I try to translate my ideas into reality it ends up looking like a robbery gone wrong.
I approach my Mum sitting in the living room, whilst she is reading a book.
"Mum..."
"Yes?"
"Did you decorate the house?"
"Uh, yes, I did, I suppose..."
"Can you... decorate the spare room?"
"Awww... I knew you would ask me! I've been thinking of a few ideas and-"
So that's how my Mother ended up taking over the entire process of redecorating the spare room into looking somewhat like a study. I offered to help her move some furniture because two people are better than one, even if I am a 6-year-old, but she pushed me out of the room and said she will call me when she is done. I am not one to say no to getting out of doing work, but I do feel bad letting her do all the work for my new room. Maybe I'll try to cook her eggs for lunch? Though I feel like if I went near the stove again she would kill me...
I ultimately decided to just sit in the living room and read the book my other was reading on the table, maybe it'll be interesting.
'Trolls for Idiots and Wizards Alike'
Well, I'm at least one of them so why not give it a read?
[1 Hour Later]
"Zane! Your room is done!" Finally! I can't wait to see what she did with the room!
"Thank you so much for your help! I read the book you left on the table and I didn't know you were into fantasy novels, maybe I can recommend you a few good ones myself as a thank you."
Seeing her go wide-eyed made me laugh, "Don't worry mum, your secret is safe with me, I absolutely won't tell dad unless he bribes me with literally anything." I declared with the most dead-pan face I could maintain.
'Sometimes teasing people is fun,' I thought as I gauged her reaction. Turning my attention to the room I take one gaze at it and silently admit defeat, you can't compete with mothers and their design sense.
Looking around the room I notice the walls are lined with simple oak bookshelves, all bare, waiting to be filled up with knowledge. While the space isn't that big, it fits an oak desk in the centre with a comfortable-looking chair. Hopefully, it's not like gaming chairs from my past life, looks comfortable but you feel like you're lying on cement.
Each passing second I looked around the room, the happier I became, it already had furniture in it, but it could also have been said to be a blank canvas. The more time I spend in the room, the more time I can personalize it, and because of that, I've decided to name the room.
I look to my mother, about to ask for a good name to call the room but she isn't behind me anymore.
"Mum?"
No response. How weird, did she go to the shops? I decide to walk to the living room to see if she has gone back to reading her fantasy novel, but both she and the book have disappeared. Starting to worry, I look around the house for her, only to catch a glimpse of the study door open. I wanted to see what was inside but I didn't want to lose the room I just gained and the books I just unlocked due to my morbid curiosity. That's when my mother exited from the study, only to see me staring at her.
"I looked behind me and you were gone, so I went to go find you," I stated. She can't fault me for looking for her and accidentally seeing a tiny bit of the study, which has a similar setup to my room, only filled with books and a nice lush carpet.
"Oh, ok. What did you need?" She asked. Strange how she didn't find fault with me, maybe she didn't notice I saw.
"Can you name the new room? I want to give it more character."
"Nest"
And thus was named my new hiding and reading spot. If you couldn't find me in my room, there was a good chance I was in the Nest.
"Thanks, Mum!" I was so close to walking away when I heard one sentence that killed my enthusiasm.
"Before you go into your new room, go hang the washing."
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A/N: So you are real people, fantastic. Now that I can't complain about not receiving interactions anymore these are gonna be pretty short. I don't have anything specific to add here except I'm going to be picking up the pace a bit. By now Zane's humour is starting to show a bit, but still pretty concealed.
I also just got some subway for lunch, but I'm not hungry! What a sad time for me.
