Solar runs downstairs, “Here you go, clean clothes that don't make you look like Sun’s kid.” Moon laughs, “No! Solar dont! Haha! Keep them in these clothes!” Alen snaps their head toward the currently balled up Moon on the floor, “Shut it,” and snatches the clothes, storming off into the bathroom, grumbling. Sun asks confused, “What’s so funny!? Alen looked fine!” Monty laughs, “They looked like a ******’ kid Sun! Sunshine over there is like 23, you made them look 9!” Solar clears his throat then pauses, “Wait…, We only asked names, we haven’t done a scan or anything to get a better idea of who they are… We also haven’t introduced ourselves to Alen, so they just call us ‘toasters’.” Moon gets off the floor and brushes off any lint and dust that he collected on his pants then crawls on the floor, “Solar’s right, We invited a stranger into our home, we have no idea what they can do, and we have kids in the house. We could have made a mistake by inviting them in.” Monty nods along, “Yeah, it just means that we have to watch them a little more, and keep them away from the kids,” Alen bursts open the door and grumbles. Monty goes, “Hey sunshine, come ‘ere real quick.” Alen groans, “What do you want, handbag!” Monty laughs, “We want to introduce you to the gang,” Monty steps to the left and gestures to the others behind him. “Ughhh, do I have to. I'm already forced to fix your lawn. Once I'm done, I'm leaving.” Alen groaned Ruin walks through the front door, “I,.. I don't even know… how Alen made that mark in the grass. Y-you,” he points to Alen, “Shouldn’t be alive!” Alen flips him off when walking outside. Ruin runs after them, “Hey!
