Fffffff My mom hid my sewing supplies.

GUESS l'M NOT FIXING MY KURIBOH'S WINGS TONIGHT.

 

No Fearless, you may not do any sewing. Why don't you do something mind-numbing every once and a while, like watch TV?

 

Or go smoke it up with some back alley folk.

I mean, geez, women before you SLAVED to get you the possibilities you have, and you just wanna spend your time sewing like some 18th century woman. What's next, you gonna run back to the kitchen and make us all some fresh sammiches?

On a serious note:
Why did she hide them? D:

 

Well, she didn't hide them, per-say, but she put them in a place where I can't find them.
And it's driving me nuts.
OCD POWERS GO.

Indeed.

 

Well try thinking like you were her instead of you. Like if you were her where might you put it so that it was out of the way?

 

Oh, I already know now, I had her tell me this morning.

 

oh, well that's cool... *awkward shifty eyes* bye

 

I get the feeling this isn't one of those cases.

 

That sounds pretty close to hiding, to me. :/