Narrows, 1.3

[hjsnapepm]

Last time was so long ago, I don't remember. Though it could have had something to do with Neville failing with women more than any other sim I've ever played, until he acquired a Narrows Aphrodisiac Creepy Male Stalker™ Anyway... on with the wedding.


Here's Paine and McKinney in their finest formal wear.




And here's Ramp and Prominence, as well.




And here's, er, well... Ehem. Moving on...




Um, where'd Paine go?




Ah, I see.




A little too late, there, Paine.




McKinney: That was the best wedding ever, haha!




Prominence: LOL I agree!




Yep, best wedding ever.




Gilbert Jawhatever (and his mum) and Ahh-what's-his-name-I-know-his-name-D: crashed the party.




Ahh-what's-his-name-I-know-his-name-D:: Your wife is sexy.



Neville: Why, thank you!




McKinney is the cutest thing in his little three piece suit. And Prom's a cutie pie, also. Incidentally, I get too attached to my sims way too quickly.




Ramp: My little boy is all grown up. :'(



Everyone Else: Ew, smelly old woman is stinking up the bathroom.



Nev: What a great party.




Paine: I'm too sexy for my clothes.




Prominence: You really are pretty sexy, mum.


Paine? Cut that out, will you? It's creepy as all get out.




Sink: *spontaneously combusts*




Paine: WTF, the sink just spontaneously combusted!!!1!




Hi, Road! *pinches cheeks*




Paine: I thought you said you were making chili.


Ramp: *feigns innocence*



hjsnapepm : *ditto*




I love McKinney way, way too much. I think it's the eyes.




Prom: Mum, I got an A... mum?


Paine: *zzzzz*




Paine: *pops (finally)*



McKinney: Whoa.


Prominence: Is Mr Whitby gonna visit again tomorrow, daddy?



Ramp: Maybe, honey. Why?



Prominence: I'm going to marry him when I grow up.


That went over well.




D'awww.




After school at the Narrows.




This is Prom's Mr Lawson Whitby, of the creepy purple geneticized eyes. Ramp brings him home from work every single day.




Sometimes I wonder why that might be.




Prom: Mum, somebody thinks Mr Whitby's beautiful purple eyes are creepy. Could you do something about that?




Thank you, Paine.




Prom: All right, I'll kiss him. But I won't like it!



McKinney: Teehee!




Paine: Well, this is... considerate.




Birthday time!




Somebody really likes overalls. I have a pet theory about overalls-wearers in this hood, but it's a spoiler so it'll wait.




They're all waiting in line to Dance on Feet.




Which apparently induces labor. Good to know.




It's a girl! Bougainvillea Narrows, gray eyes, black hair (no surprises there) and a geneticized skintone.

Paine: Here, take this.

And a boy! Boxcar Narrows, same hair and eyes, geneticized freckled skintone.




Road: That was...




Road: ...educational.




Um... McKinney grew up apparently.




McKinney: My dimples, let me show you them.




McKinney: Look, ma, no stink cloud!




Paine: Two can play a that game. *shoves bottle in Boxcar's mouth*



Boxcar: O__O



McKinney: I am displeased.



McKinney is trying to out-parent his parents, for whatever reason. He's Knowledge, so I don't know why he'd want to.




So I send him downtown to get him out of my hair.








OK, who let McKinney near the bubble blower?




Of course he hits it off with the first girl he meets, in complete contrast to Neville.




O_o
Gosh, that'll scar you for life.




Prom: Mr Whitby's here again, teehee!




Hiya, Road, how was your first day of sch-- OMG, WTF is that?!?




D:

(His name is McDaniel. I think my townie name replacement has got the first and last names mixed up.)




Methinks he's looking for his birth father.




Prom: I want to marry you, but Daddy thinks you're too old for me.

Lawson: That's... nice.


Paine: Family, your wonderful mother is home!

Ramp: Who the heck put this bus here?



Paine: *zzz* Stupid rejuvenator. *zzz*




OMG, it's contagious!




...Yeah, I don't know.




Ramp: *worry worry*

Lawson: Dude, your wife has Zs coming out of her head, did you notice?

Random Townie Teen: *sneaks out of house*


Incoming!




Neville: Dad! You were spying on me!

Ramp: What? I wasn't--




Nev: I can't believe you'd do that to me. I hate you!

Ramp: WAHH! My little boy hates me!




Birthday!




That's kind of terrifying.




Yeah, um, that is, too.




RTT: *ruptures Boxcar's eardrums*




My, what sharp cheekbones you have, my dear.






So, McKinney's still at it.




Prom's a teen now, too. She aged into the curly hair, so I figured I'd go with it.




What're you up to, Prom?




Why does this not surprise me?