She's... 'fine' with this

Current Class: Little Girl [Lvl 2]

Skipping your way back down the hall, you catch sight of your mother. Currently dressed in what you can only describe as 'business' - a slate gray skirt suit with a pair of stockings and heels. Her hair has been done up short and she's staring right at you.

So much for subtlety.

"Welcome home, mom." you greet, trying your best to focus on her for the moment. But in this moment, you're freaking out. No matter what you say, you're under under her thumb.

"Oh. I guess I have myself a little girl now." your mother answered, getting that look on her face. While you don't really have a concrete clue what exactly she did for a living, you were quaking in your shoes at the moment. Tears began to run down your face. "Don't cry, Danni."

Bending down, she wipes a hand across your cheek. You accept it.

"If it helps, your father and I brought home dinner." she continued, smile on her face.