Or I could show you a magic trick. It’s called “A knife up your nose.”

Poor Lily, as if bullet rain wasn’t enough.

From left to right: Katsuo, Ashling, Soraya, S.J., Anya, Onryou and Arabella.

“Are we there yet?”

“Arabella, we’re not on a road trip.”

“Are we there yet?”

“We are going nowhere. Now, stay still.”

“Are we there yet?”

“… how much did the twins bet with you to keep saying that?”

“A bag of candies. Are we there yet?”

“Sigh.”

“Ok, S.J., your tur- hey! I said no personal objects!”

“It’s just a pair of dice.”

“No. Put them over the table.”

“Okay, okay.”

*click*

“What the… what are the dice doing back on your hands? How did you get them?!”

“Magic.”

“Oh for the love of… next!”

“Why can’t I pose with my guitar?”

“Because if I let you, then I would also have to allow Ash to pose with her sword, Arabella with her dolls aaand… we want to keep it simple.”

“Fine by me. Air guitar it is!”

“Please hurry with the photo, I have much to do.”

“Yeah, Katsuo wants take his third nap of the day.”

“My sleeping schedule is none of your business!”

“Ashling, your turn. Are you sure you don’t want to…”

“No. It will be fine like this. So please, inform the blue head behind your back that I’ll tear off his limbs if he doesn’t stop doing odd faces.”

“Are we done with the photo? My cheeks hurt.”

(long hair won)

“Onryou, come over here for your photo. And get rid of the cigarette.”

“No.”

“Ok, you can continue smoking, but please get up. Time to take your photo.”

“… No.”

“Please?”

“… No.”

“Anya, get the cat.”

“… I’m coming.”