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Between Land and Sea

Set of four 4 x 6” postcard sized illustrations. (8MB)

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Lolita Symphony

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Hand it Over

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My Lucky Academia

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Witch Mandi

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A Necessary Step

It’s raining. Of course.

“You okay? You seem off today.” Eric looked worried at me while he stuffed more snacks into his knapsack.

I closed my eyes and slowly nodded, “Yeah. I’m fine. Just kinda nervous and excited for our trip today.”

“I know what you mean,” he said. He doesn’t quite get why I’m so nervous, but it’s sweet of him to confirm my feelings. Even clueless he’s hot. NO! I can’t focus on that right now! Today’s a serious event. I just can’t help how much he affects me.

Eric slung the bag over his shoulder, “Ready? I think Andrew is here to drive us to the station.” Sure enough, as soon as Lucky said it, the bell rang. Andrew stood on our porch with an umbrella and a grim, almost determined look on his face. Without a word, we all loaded ourselves into the car and sped away.

“Thanks, Andrew.” I glanced at him from the passenger seat.

“It’s no problem. I’m concerned for where you’re going. Politics and all.”

“I know, but it’s been several years and I need to see my parents again.”

Eric sat quietly in the back seat with Coco on his lap. She was panting happily and enjoying his absent minded petting. The train station came into sight before too long. We stopped, got our things and I knelt down to pet Coco.

Eric shook Andrew’s hand, “Thanks again, Andrew. We’re supposed to be back tonight. The schedule says 9:30.”

Andrew smiled slightly, “Perfect. I’ll be finished closing up the salon by then and can come get you both. Mann, you really need to get a car for this guy.”

Without looking up, I chuckled, “And miss the chance to annoy you a bit? Maybe later.”

  ***

  Eric sat across from me in the train car. The silence was getting thicker by the moment. I finally couldn’t take it anymore, “What’s wrong, Luc? You look like you wanna ask something.”

Eric opened his mouth, closed it, then took another second. Finally, “I was curious what Andrew meant by the politics. I mean, it’s a small excursion.”

“My family was in the ruling end of society until my parent’s deaths. Now that we’re basically in exile, it’s not safe for us to seen in that region.” I bit my lip a bit out of nervousness.

Lucky looked genuinely worried, “then why are we doing this? Won’t the supporters of the new...regime?...have defaced or even destroyed the memorial? Or hunt you actively?”

“I doubt it for both. It’s morally wrong in my homeland to deface ancestral grounds. And I’ve grown and altered my appearance. I don’t look like I once did. Then there’s the rain. Tends to keep people inside. So I won’t worry too much.” I took his hands, “Also, I have a big, strong bodyguard to keep me safe.” I smiled a bit.

Eric’s face nearly went beet red, “I hope so,” he said in a small voice.

I grinned again and scooted over to his side. I leaned on his shoulder and he put his arm protectively around me. Do you see how safe I am with him, Mom and Dad? I snuggled closer into him and closed my eyes.

  ***

I’m alone. Standing in the dark. I can’t see anything. I hear an acoustic pop behind me and turn to see a spotlight shining directly above a person. A girl, not yet a woman. I recognize her. Mandy. I call out to her, but no sound erupts. She looks up and smiles. Her edges blur and it’s another girl. No, it’s a woman. With a head scarf. I freeze. Sasha. I reach for her. She smiles sadly at me and fades. The image becomes a tall man. Kevin? He smiles that sarcastic smile at me and casually salutes with two fingers. What’s going on? Another shift. Andrew. He’s holding Coco and giving that intense glare he’s so good at. I begin walking towards the light. The person coalesces into Eric. He holds his arms out and I sink into him. I feel warm. I feel safe. I look up and it’s Dad. He places a hand on my head and grins so big his eyes seem to disappear into his cheeks.

  ***

  “Mann? We’re here. C’mon, get up.” Eric helps me sit up. I shake off the last remnants of sleep. What was I dreaming about? I feel better than when I started. Must’ve been a really good nap. I grab my bag and lead Lucky out to the station’s platform. Eric looks back and forth at the road, “How far do we have to walk to get there?”

I scoff, “Walk?! You are a bumpkin,” I laugh as I raise my hand to wave down a taxi. After several pass me, a piercing whistle behind me makes me startle. A cab pulls up and stops in front of us.

Eric laughs slightly, “Looks like this bumpkin just got us a cab. City slicker.” He chuckles again and takes my hand. We get in, tell the driver where we need to go and disappear into the rain.

The cemetery looks exactly as it did when I was little . Same sky, same stones, same gravitas. Eric is making light conversation with the driver while I stare off towards my family’s mausoleum. He nudges me and I pay the fare. Once out of the taxi, Eric pulls out a sizeable umbrella for us both to use. He takes my hand, “Let’s go meet the Karims.”

I walk robotically towards my family’s mausoleum. I’m glad that my legs knew where to go; I was having a hard time gathering my thoughts. Eric seemed to understand because he kept my hand in his and walked diligently beside me.

We finally arrive and see my parent’s shared headstone. Color images of them are embedded behind heavy acrylic. Suddenly I’m a little boy again. I feel the knot in my throat tighten. Then Eric lets go of my hand, gives me the umbrella and bows before the headstone.

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Karim. My name’s Eric, but my friends call me Lucky. I’m in love with your son, Mannan. I hope to make him the happiest elf in the world. I know I’m human, and while I don’t know your views of Mann living with a human, know that I love him and will protect him for as long as he’ll let me. Let me tell you a bit of myself so you know what your son’s getting into…” Eric then goes into a lengthy monologue of where he grew up, how he lost his parents too and everything up to today. Once he finishes, he bows again and steps back. While he spoke, the rain lightened some.

He took a deep breath and glanced at me with a loving smile. I hugged into him as I felt my cheeks get wet. Do you see, Mom and Dad? I love him. He loves me. I feel like I’m whole for the first time since I lost you guys. A cardinal landed suddenly on my parent’s headstone and considered us. A light chirp and it flew off. “That’s a good omen,” I said to Eric. He hugged me tighter, saying nothing. I looked up at him, “Let’s go home.”

  ***

  Later that night I lie in bed, looking at Eric staring at the ceiling. He looked thoughtful. He opened his mouth, “What does it mean when a cardinal is seen?”

I felt my eyes soften, “The cardinal is a messenger for the dead. Good news is carried on it’s plumage. After your talk with Mom and Dad, I think they sent the bird to say that they approve of you.”

“That’s a huge relief,” he said and took a deep breath. “I meant every word, you know. You make me happy and I feel compelled to reciprocate. I love you, Mann.”

I scooched to lay my head on his chest, “I know. You certainly proved that today. I love you, too. You are everything I needed when I needed it. And you continue to do that.”

“Hey,” he said suddenly, “Since I went to meet your parents, would you be willing to go meet my family?”

I was taken aback by this. “You mean your adoptive family at the orphanage?”

“Yes.”

“Just let me know when,” I said and closed my eyes. Rain and all, I felt better. “Thanks, Mom and Dad,” I said softly.

“Hmm?” Eric must be drifting off.

“Nothing. Night, Luc.”

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Bundle of Nerves

“Ugh, my head.”

I open my eyes with a massive headache. I can’t see. I also can’t move very well. What is that? Feels like...rope. I sigh heavily. Looks like Kevin is in a mood. I can feel tightness in my shoulders, knees, and groin area. It also seems I’m blindfolded. Yeah, Kevin’s in a mood alright.

“Kevin?” I ask quietly to a silent room.

I hear a small shuffle followed by a heavy sting across my ass, “I don’t think I hear you right; please repeat yourself.”

I inwardly sigh again. “Master?”

“Yes?”

“Have I done something to displease you?” Another sharp sting, this time across the chest. I gasp.

“You most certainly have. I think a bit of proper training is in order.” More shuffling. Then the crinkle of plastic.

“Master, if I may ask, where am I?” I twist in the restraints and feel my entire body sway. Did he manage to suspend me from the ceiling?

“You may not ask. You may only feel.”

I feel cold bite my skin on my cheek. Ice? I can hear Kevin’s quickened breathing as I gasp lightly and the cold sensation raises goosebumps. The, I’ll assume ice, goes from my cheek down to my chest and keeps going further down. Down. The cold caresses my groin and I cry out lightly. I feel a heavy smack across my ass, “Slaves must remain silent!”

I don’t reply, so the cold goes away. I hear the plastic moving again. More steps. Something grabs my hair and yanks my head upwards. My headache makes my black view swim. A hard, deep and thorough kiss. I just manage to sink into it when Kevin pulls back. I search with my tongue for more when something hard pushes it back into my mouth. I hear the buckle and now my mouth is stuck open and yet I can’t speak. A ball gag. It smells like rosewater. Now I know he’s not mad at me if he took the time to add my favorite scent to the gag.

Suddenly I feel his strong hands graze my skin. I start to feel hot. It’s like he’s setting every nerve on fire. Damn if he doesn’t know exactly where to touch me to ignite the embers. I can feel my body begin to yearn for him.

His hands trail down to my ass and I feel cool gel. He’s impatient, it would seem.

“Is my slave ready for his punishment?” Strong hands grip my ass firmly.

“Yes,” I gasp. A slap. “Yes, punish me!” I scream.

Electricity tears through my nerves as Kevin expresses his love for me. Twice.

“Next one’s mine, Kevin,” I say breathlessly. He takes my blindfold off and smiles at me as he lowers me to the ground.

“Yes, Master.”

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I never really liked Kevin, but after the genderbend special he’s kind of growing on me. Has Mann really forgiven him like, for good for good?

Mann: Well in terms of INSIDE the story I haven’t forgiven him YET. But if we’re talking OUTSIDE the conclusion of the whole story then yeah, we’re friends again.

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In Her Hands (Contest entry submission)

In Mandi's hands, I've gained something else. Love. Lust. Trust. They spin magic like thread on a spool when they touch my body, easing me into the bath's perfect temperature, lavender oil-scented water. I sigh and she captures my lips and we breathe as one. I surrender. They explore eagerly but gently, taking care to not leave an inch without leaving her presence. When her hands reach down there, they open me up with care, caressing spots I never knew existed until now. Somewhere in the back of my mind, my lost innocence is weeping. But...but. In Mandi's hands, I've gained something else. Euphoria. Bliss. Serendipity. 

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the genderbend special put so many butterflies in my stomach and a dumb smile on my face!!! i think cause it represents two women loving each other, something i see less often than two men loving each other, it just makes me so happy to see it as a woman :)

Mandi: We’re glad! We feel like the world could use more of that too!

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Kelsea: Yeah we have the same relationship problems straight people get in media! Culture-clash, misunderstandings with future in-laws, potential of our partner falling ill, figuring out expectations, like who’s going to mow the lawn and negotiating who makes more versus who spends more.

Ann: You spend more.

Kelsea: It doesn’t count when YOU spend it ON ME.

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

Not every story with lgbt+ characters is automatically good representation. 

I think many of us get excited about anything with lgbt+ characters in it - I do, certainly. That book has a lesbian main character? I want to read that. I don’t know anything about the plot but I already want to read it. 

Despite all those “Everything has gays in it nowadays” cries by homophobes, it’s still a rare and exciting moment for many of us to find something with lgbt+ main characters. And I think because of that, we often tend to tolerate even awfully written lgbt+ characters and storylines - we just cling to whatever we find. 

At least I was like that when I was younger. I read anything that I could get my hands on and oh my, were some of those books awful. I think some of those really set me back in my journey to discover myself. They made me think “Well, I’m not that gross and weird, so if that’s what gay people are like, I really can’t be one”.  

I do like to think that kids that are 12, 13 now have more and better written lgbt+ characters to identify with than I did when I was that age. But then I see yet another gay story written by a straight person for straight people that follows the same old overused plots that they believe are our only reality. 

And then, somehow, I start to feel guilty and greedy. “Everything has gays in it nowadays”, so what more do we want? Well, I want a lesbian couple that has other problems than “I cheated on you with a man.”. 

I don’t want the same story again and again and again. Not because I believe lesbian characters aren’t allowed to have flaws - but because “secretly lusting after men” shouldn’t be the main theme in lesbian fiction as it is not the main (or even a common) theme in our real lives. 

More representation is a good and important demand. But what I want most is good representation - not “how do we present lgbt+ people in a way to amuses and/or turns on straight people”. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

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Andrea: Mmm relatable. 

Kelsea: Do you... smell my laundry?!?

Download this image at achiru.podia.com

i need new clothes.

and by that, i mean i need a cute tall girlfriend who will let me steal all her clothes that won’t fit me but are soft and comfy and smell like her. please and thanks

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Lucky in more than Name

Hello friends,

Okay, let me start off by saying my name’s not Lucky. It’s a nickname my adoptive brother Yhat gave me. I’m from a small village far from Phire. I was raised in an orphanage due to my parents dying when I was young. And while that lingers in me, I have learned and gained so much in my life to compensate.

Let’s start off with my partner, Mannan. I met him through a mutual friend and we kinda hit it off. I’ll never forget that first date and our conversation. Mann found it bewildering that I was such a bumpkin and had no real idea how to function in the more modern city. He’s been a fabulous teacher and friend. I really do love him.

My life’s been one of constant moving and/or danger. I was orphaned young. The gang I fell into used me as a meal ticket since I was human. Most giants won’t pay much attention to a human child. Made pickpocketing for food money a bit easier. It wasn’t until a kind man took me and my gang into his home that I was able to feel any true sense of security. As I got older, I helped as much as I could. It wasn’t bad. I wouldn’t call it good, either. It just kinda “was”. When I saved Zyeri he asked me to travel with him. It was on this trip that I met Mann. We hit it off rather shakily. What can I say? I’m completely clueless when someone hits on me. I recently moved to Phire when Mann asked me to move in with him. It’s been an experience to say the least. We compliment each other well. Okay, we MOSTLY compliment each other well. He’s a very sexually oriented person; while I’m...not. Mann labelled me asexual due to my views on interpersonal romantic relationships. He’s been so patient with me while I learn what it means to love in a capacity I was never really shown. Growing up in an orphanage does have its drawbacks. I’ve gained so much from him; and for that, I’m grateful.

Mann has been a bright jewel in my life. I write home about him all the time. Yhat is excited to meet him. I’ve been planning a trip home with him. Between you and me, I plan on asking Mann to marry me once my adoptive family writes off on it. I don’t think Mann has a clue what I’m planning, so please keep it a secret for now!

I was terrified moving so far from home and family, but I’ve gained so much in just the past two years with Mannan. I want to grow old with him.

Thanks for listening.

*****

Okay, update time!

The trip went so much better than I could’ve hoped for!

We took the train out and Yhat met us at the station. The look on Mann’s face was priceless. He had to crane his neck so much to look Yhat in the eye. Yhat just smiled and hugged him. While that happened, he looked at me and gave a wink. The same wink he used to give me when we were kids and he wanted me to pilfer cookies from the kitchen. The walk to the house was fun, too. Poor Mann wasn’t used to walking that much with a bag on his back. I got a nice surprise when we arrived at the house. Yhat’s fianceè! He mentioned in his last letter that he had news, but I wasn’t expecting this! Her name’s Lauriah and she’s a giant like Yhat. She hugged Mann and me. We then went into the communal room to see the entire orphanage had set up a huge party. They even smuggled Kevin and Andrew out to support Mann. It was amazing! Mann was mingling well while I slipped out into the kitchen with Yhat, Lauriah, and Andrew. I’ll never forget our conversation.

Yhat looked at me, “Eric, this guy’s great. You found a good one!”

Andrew nodded, “He is.”

“That’s not all. Today’s also our three year anniversary, guys. I wanted to bring him home to get your approval and propose,” I said while I pulled out a tiny box. Lauriah gasped expectantly and Yhat grinned bigger than I’d ever seen.

“Luc, if you don’t propose to that man out there, I’ll pummel you good! Get going!” Yhat practically shoved me out the door and back to the party.

Mann was sitting on the floor with the younger kids, playing a guitar and singing while they clapped along. He looked so at peace. We locked eyes and he smiled while he kept going. I stood back and waited for him to finish. To my amazement, he started a second song right after the first.

“To see you there, sunlight in your hair,

I’m reminded of where I belong.

You broke my curse, uplifted my soul,

So I honor you in song,”

At this point in the song, one of my baby sisters walked up to me with her hands cupped together.

“Eric, my Lucky charm,

Marry me and make my life joy

Forever long!”

The kids clapped as she opened her hands to show a tiny box. I knelt down, took the box and opened it. It was a plain silver band. It was engraved on the inside. “A life spent learning about each other. Mannan.” I was taken aback. I hadn’t expected this. I grinned then and gave my box to her and led her towards Mann. He frowned when I didn’t answer right away. He opened my box. It was a golden band engraved with, “Grow old with me. Lucky” Mann looked up at me, slipped the ring on, and lept into my arms. I chuckled, “Is that a ‘yes’?”

“I asked you first,” he smiled demurely.

“Yes. I love you, Mann.”

Sincerely,

Eric

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The Tragedy

by Corey Stufflebean

Mann and Luck, an almost perfect couple. They make each other happy despite their differences and faults, they’ve had this relationship for a long time, nothing could break these two apart.

One day, Mann and Lucky went to see a movie with Andrew and Kevin, they laughed and cried and had a great time together. Mann especially. Seeing Lucky in joy made him happy… and horny.

They walked down the paved road laughing and talking about how great the movie was.

Mann; That was awesome!

Andrew: Yeah, great choice Lucky.

Lucky: Well, Mann has been wanting to see it in a while and he wouldn’t stop asking me to watch it with him.

Mann: Cause I wanted someone’s shoulder to cry into!

Kevin: Heh. I liked it… wouldn’t watch it again but I liked it.

Everyone had a great time, Mann gripped Lucky’s arm and hugged it as they continued to walk, thankful for his company. A bum came stumbling out of nowhere, clearly drunk from whatever he had wrapped in the paper bag, he stumbled into Lucky.

Bum: HEY! WaTcH wHeRe YoU’rE gOiNg, B..bl.. BLONDIE!

Lucky: Sorry but YOU bumped into me sir.

Bum: Do YOU kNoW who I aM! I’m WoLvEriiii…

He began to stumble even more, as if gravity was pulling him down to the pavement as he struggled to stand by using Lucky’s shirt as a means to stand. Lucky began to step away from him. Mann still gripping his arm, began to worry, Mann never really was one to stand up, let alone for himself. Kevin began to get annoyed with the bum and confronted him.

Kevin: Hey man, leave Angel Boy alone!

Bum: you call him AnGeL bOy!?! What are you… GaY?!

Kevin:.... Yes actually.

The bum stared at Kevin for a bit and looked at Andrew, realizing in his drunken state what was going on.

Bum: yOu AlL.. FffffffUCK TOgEtHeR!?!?! What a bunch o FaAAaaags!

Lucky began to feel incredibly uncomfortable and had enough of this bum.

Lucky: It’s none of your business what we do sir! Now stand up and walk away.

Bum: You threatnin me? BLONDIE!!

He broke the bottle in the bag and pulled out the bottle to reveal its sharp capabilities.

Bum: ya don’t ffffUCK WiTh WoLvErInE!!!

He began to swing but missed Licky and hit Mann in the shoulder, it wasn’t enough to fully cut him but enough to shock him to let go of Lucky’s arm.

Lucky: Alright that’s it!!

Lucky grabbed the bottle from the bum’s hand and the two began to wrestle. Kevin stepping in to help but the bum head butted him, not knocking him out but stunning him to the ground. Lucky and the Bum continued to fight till the Bum pushed Lucky into the street. A car came flying by and in the blink of an eye, hit Lucky.

The Bum stood there proud of what he did

Bum: told ya nOt to Ffffuck wiTh WoLvErInE!

Mann in a fit of rage sucker punched the bum to the ground, knocking him out cold. Mann rushed the street along with the guy who hit Lucky to realize that Lucky was still breathing. Kevin and Andrew saw it all, Andrew pulled out his phone and called for an ambulance.

Mann: It all happened so fast… one moment we were having fun… the next (sniff)... the next…

Mann couldn’t speak properly, his life without Lucky would be meaningless. He felt like he had been stripped of everything, his soul, his mind, his dignity… his heart.

Andrew: Everything will be ok… you’ll see.

Andrew said trying to cheer Mann up.

Doctor: Mann… Lucky would like to see you… please…

Mann rushed in to find Lucky… hooked up to the machine that was keeping him alive long enough to say goodbye.

Lucky: … Hey… what’s...what’s up?

Mann smiled, his eyes still freshly wet with tears. He walked up to Lucky and kissed his cheek to remind him how much he loved him.

Mann: Did I ever tell you how much I love you?

Lucky: About... a hundred times… mostly during sex… he he.

Mann giggled as well, trying to wipe the tears from his face. A familiar feeling caressed the side of Mann’s face, a warm and gentle feeling… Lucky’s hand, wiping away Mann’s tears.

Lucky: Hey… Don’t… worry about me… okay? I’ll… be….

Lucky trailed off, his breath shortening. Mann knew everything wouldn’t be alright, he continued to keep his smile on his tear infested face till the end.

Mann: Stay with me now… please… don’t leave me… Lucky? LUCKY!?

Lucky’s heart stopped, the loud beeping was overpowered by Mann’s cries.

Mann: LUCKY!! PLEASE! WAKE UP!! (I need you! I’m nothing without you!)

Mann continued to sob as the doctor attempted to pull him away. He refused to leave Lucky’s side, his tears stained the sheets of the bed, if the nurse were to wash them… they would never come out.

A week passed since Lucky’s… Passing, and Mann is still heart broken.

Kevin and Andrew tried everything they could to cheer him up… Kevin thought about trying to find Mann a new boy toy, but him and Andrew both knew that he would NEVER replace Lucky with someone else.

Raven, Mann’s sister, couldn’t even cheer him up… and anything she does puts a smile on everyone’s face.

Mann laid in bed… sad, like yesterday… and the day before that, and the day before that…

He sat up naked, holding his phone tightly as he began to play a video of him and Lucky having a grand day out.

Lucky: Is it recording?

Mann: it should be.

Lucky: I can’t tell… you know I never recorded anything before.

Mann: Doesn’t matter. Anyway, tell the camera what I just told you. (Mann smiles behind the camera)

Lucky: Well… Is anyone gonna see this?

Mann: Of course! It’s a big moment! It’s very important, everyone needs to know about this!

Lucky: Okay then… Well.. Mann just asked me a question and it… it made me tear up a little (Lucky blushed so hard) I can’t say it! It’s too embarrassing!

Mann: Come on! Just say it!

Lucky: Fine fine! Mann asked me…

Mann paused the video to sob for a minute, his pillow soaked in his tears, and smooshy like a sponge.

Mann continued the video

Lucky: Mann asked me to marry him.

Mann: And what did you say?

Lucky: I said YES!

Mann hugged Lucky with his phone still in his hands, the camera switched to selfie mode and Mann said

Mann: This is the greatest moment of my life! I never want to forget this!

The End

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Lucky: The world is so big and yet so small.

This is one of my favourite comments.

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Mann: Do you have any shameful experiences you haven’t told me about?

Lucky: Um... Besides learning to pickpocket as a kid? 

Mann: YOU KNOW HOW TO PICKPOCKET?!?

Lucky has lots of stories he’s not good at telling.

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Mann: This will be us as parents one day

Lucky: HA HA HA

WHICH ONE?