You sit around watching TV as the rain pours outside of yours and Kim’s extravagant home—a perk of the divorce that she got both custody of you and an entire fortune from. Kim is young though, much younger than your dad was at least, so now the two of you feel much more like close roommates than mother and son. She walks through the room toward the kitchen, her lazy ponytail swishing from side to side as her gigantic cheeks clap against each other underneath her fuzzy and clingy pajama bottoms. The sheer size of them reminds you that she could definitely be blowing her momey by going out and partying but you’re lucky that she’s too lazy for that lifestyle. Ay what are we getting for dinner bruh. Kim asks in passing as she starts toward the kitchen, pausing inside and leaning in through the door as she waits for your response. If you don’t say pizza you sleepin’ on the couch tonight boy