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exsilium2013-10-27 12:19 pm
werewolfing) wrote in exsilium2013-10-27 12:19 pm
[audio/action, forward-dated to 10/28]
So, uh. I'm pretty sure that a bunch of people know that kid Stanley. He's a really lucky asshole, because he up and freaking disappeared. Went to take a piss and never came back. Just poofed. Great for him, sure.
But he sorta left me with...something. That he'd brought here.
[underneath peter's voice, which is pretty soft and even considering what he's saying, there's what sounds an awful lot like the sound of muffled sniffling.]
Which was big of him and all and fine for right this second, but this is not an ideal long-term arrangement. So if anybody wants to help out with that, it'd be great. I'm in the cafeteria, we can talk.
[anyone who comes to the cafeteria will find peter there with peace, who has cried herself out for the moment and is sucking on peter's hair and falling asleep on his shoulder while he walks her around and rubs her back, singing little snatches of songs in some foreign language. getting to this point was obviously a feat; parts of his hair and the shoulder of his shirt are soaked with toddler tears and snot and his ever-present leather jacket is draped over a chair to save it from the babypocalypse. he doesn't seem that fussed, though, for a seventeen year old boy left with someone else's small child. surprisingly good with kids, this one.
ooc: tempest is going to end up with the baby, but everyone is welcome to fuss or help out.]
But he sorta left me with...something. That he'd brought here.
[underneath peter's voice, which is pretty soft and even considering what he's saying, there's what sounds an awful lot like the sound of muffled sniffling.]
Which was big of him and all and fine for right this second, but this is not an ideal long-term arrangement. So if anybody wants to help out with that, it'd be great. I'm in the cafeteria, we can talk.
[anyone who comes to the cafeteria will find peter there with peace, who has cried herself out for the moment and is sucking on peter's hair and falling asleep on his shoulder while he walks her around and rubs her back, singing little snatches of songs in some foreign language. getting to this point was obviously a feat; parts of his hair and the shoulder of his shirt are soaked with toddler tears and snot and his ever-present leather jacket is draped over a chair to save it from the babypocalypse. he doesn't seem that fussed, though, for a seventeen year old boy left with someone else's small child. surprisingly good with kids, this one.
ooc: tempest is going to end up with the baby, but everyone is welcome to fuss or help out.]
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None of this is really fixable. Besides undoing the whole bomb thing I guess, but what the hell does a kid understand about that.
[he looks kinda angry, but his voice stays soft and even. waking up the baby is not on the top of his to-do list.]
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[She's tempted to reach out and stroke the child's hair. But she decides against it; it isn't worth risking waking her up.]
Do you know her age? [She's bad at guessing these things with mortal children.]
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