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Unlocking the door to your house, you let out a sigh. Bleh. Spam Dad was on the couch, writing something down as he looked up.
"HIYA [Babby] HOW WAS SCHOOL??"
You shrugged a bit, lugging your backback off with a heavy thud and rubbing your shoulders from the weight of your books and how far you had to carry them. Spamton let out an empathetic hiss through his teeth.
"Where's TV Dad?"
Spamton scrambled over to your backpack, inspecting it and frowning from the amount of books you needed.
"[TV TIME] in the kitchen."
"Hmm?"
Tenna poked his head out from the kitchen, a flower blooming from his nose as he saw you, walking over and grabbing you, twirling you about in his arms as he planted a staticky kiss on your cheek.
"I missed you so much! How was school?"
You stuck your tongue out in response, making him wince. But nod. He looked over to Spamton digging in your bag like a weird little dog. He pointed at this. You shrugged. It was hard to know what Spam Dad was doing sometimes.
Spamton popped out, gripping all of your homework in his hands. His head tilted.
"MAN, HOW MUCH [Work it] ARE THEY GIVIN' YOU KIDS?!"
Tenna perked his head up, looking over while rubbing your cheek with his thumb.
"Does it seem like too much, Spammy? Should we say something at PTA?"
"...MAYBE."
Spamton put the homework on the coffee table and marched off into the kitchen, coming back with a bowl of macaroni and cheese Tenna made for you. He kissed your cheek.
"BEFORE THE HOMEWORK, Y'SHOULD EAT."
"Thanks, dad."
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After eating, you three sat together, looking at your homework.
Okay. So. It was clear. Spamton was really the only good one with math around here when it came to it. Which...made sense. He was a salesman.
You felt a bit embarrassed about not getting some obvious things, but Spamton patted your arm, laughing that crazy laugh of his.
"YOU'LL GET THE [Hang on folks] OF IT! NO PROB ASKIN LIL OL ME FOR [Help! Help!]."
Next, the writing assignment. Oh, Tenna was made to help with this. He gave you so many suggestions, spouted off at times, but made sure you wrote down your own original thoughts and not his. You showed your essay to him at the end and he smiled.
"It's wonderful! I'd say you didn't need my help at all!"
"Daaaad-"
Spamton snickered, kicking his legs. He loved seeing you get embarrassed by Tenna. It was adorable. Tenna thought it was cute too, but didn't laugh.
You huffed. Gathering your stuff up, you put it in your backpack. Putting it on your back, you looked at the floor before rushing up to them both, kissing them both on the cheek. They jumped.
"THANKSILOVEYOUBYEI'MGOINGTOMYROOM."
Spamton and Tenna stared at each other.
"...They're so cute, Spammy."
"[@#$%] YES THEY ARE."
"....Letting it slide because they went upstairs."