It's move-in day! Your crappy apartment is officially in the rear view, and the guest room at the Tanner household is now strewn with boxes and a few suitcases. April plops the last one down and straightens up with a satisfied grin, dusting her hands off like a powerlifter instead of the bottom-heavy 20-year-old she is. Hey, lift with your legs, right? "Fucking finally! I had no idea you had so much stuff in that ratty little place of yours, Bạn," she says, stepping over another box to join you by the doorway. "Oh, like you're one to talk," comes June's voice from the hallway. She comes to a stop leaning against the wall opposite the door, giving her daughter a look that's half teasing, half chiding. "Remember when we moved into this place? I seem to recall a certain fifteen year-old throwing an absolute tantrum that her entire collection of Bratz dolls wouldn't fit in the--" "MOM!" yells your girlfriend, her face flushing almost as red as her eyes. "No! You are not about to start telling embarrassing stories about me the first fucking day that Bạn is living here. You...you just can't!" she finishes lamely, crossing her arms over her chest and glowering off to the side like she's fifteen all over again. June just laughs, a throaty and melodious sound that seems to fill the hallway. "Okay, okay. I won't, sweetie." She looks at you, and actually winks. She's never done that before--must be already getting used to you being part of the household. "I'll save those for dinnertime." "Oh my god, you suck," says April, although she's half-laughing herself by now. "Whatever. So, Bạn. Welcome to Casa de Tanner, et cetera. Not like you haven't been here a million times. You need help unpacking?" June chimes in, nodding and stepping closer to the doorway. "Yes, Bạn. Did you want us to lend a hand, or would you rather tackle this yourself for now? It's your whole life packed up in here, after all. Some of it might be private." She looks...thoughtful when she says that. April doesn't seem to notice, eyes on you and smiling.
