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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 18, 2009 17:55:31 GMT -5
Cry-Baby nodded.
"They're gonna have that. Energy," he confirmed. "An' they're both a little too smart an' a little outta this world, if that makes sense. Well, you'll see. So I reckon they're gonna start gettin' into trouble, an' there's enough of 'em they'll be real hard to handle."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 18, 2009 18:06:40 GMT -5
*Of course it made sense. As much as any of this did. She found herself nodding.*
"I suppose they'll learn sooner or later anyways. No reason it shouldn't be sooner."
*But she was anxious about it. If they were going to be hard to handle, did she really want to arm them with the knowledge to do serious damage with all that energy? But that's what they'd been made for, right? What Cry-Baby had...for. She pursed her lips, growing quiet as she watched the iron steam.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 18, 2009 18:13:38 GMT -5
"Can't really see 'em in school," he said. "But you've got to run this place at the same time. Just seems like a big job, for just us."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 18, 2009 18:17:09 GMT -5
*Brandi shrugged, extracting the waffle and refilling the iron.*
"Who else?" *She asked, a hollow tinge in her voice.* "You know someone else that's willin' and qualified to handle 10 hellions that may or may not suddenly manifest all sorts of war-like abilities?"
*It was safer to handle it themselves. More people could be a dangerous addition.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 18, 2009 18:42:37 GMT -5
"No, no, ain't what I meant," Cry-Baby said. "Just thinkin' out loud."
He took the ladle from her hand and spun her to face him. "Guess I'm feelin' pretty good 'bout you an' me, and it's makin' me less cautious than usual," he said. "Gonna be okay, right?" He smiled at her. "Bet you'll love 'em, and it won't be no trouble at all. I was a hellion once, too, y'know, an' look how I turned out."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 18, 2009 18:47:28 GMT -5
*Brandi was surprised by the suddenness of the act, but seemed happy enough at the distraction. At his last comment, she arched a brow.*
"Once? You ain't no more?" *She'd meant it as a joke, but she wasn't sure it'd come out right. But she rocked up on her toes to kiss him, hoping it would smooth anything that'd come out wrong.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 18, 2009 18:56:43 GMT -5
His face smoothed at the touch of her lips. When they parted, he looked down at her with a silly smile, born of their success with such a simple act.
"I'm tryin'," he said softly, to indicate he'd taken her teasing with good grace but saw the truth in it as well.
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Post by Brandi on Feb 18, 2009 18:59:47 GMT -5
"I know, Baby." *Brandi answered gently, taking his hands in hers and nuzzling her face against his chest.*
"And I'm proud of you."
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 18, 2009 19:06:24 GMT -5
"Thanks," he said. "But it won't help me when I get your waffles burnt by distractin' you."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 18, 2009 19:12:39 GMT -5
"Huh? Oh, right. Waffles." *Brandi turned back quickly, rescuing the one in the iron and neatly staking it with the others. Man, 10 extra mouths made for a hella lot of waffles. She ladled in more batter.*
"They're good eaters?" *She asked, wondering how much to make.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 18, 2009 19:22:50 GMT -5
"You could say that," Cry-Baby hazarded. "Was like a pack of jackals or somethin' last night."
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Post by Brandi on Feb 21, 2009 7:46:13 GMT -5
*Brandi's brow lowered a little at that. And the fact that she was likely to spend a lot of her time in the kitchen.*
"I'm sorry if they were a handful. I'll try to stick around til we can get them under control."
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 23, 2009 10:48:51 GMT -5
"Ain't your fault," he said. "There's a lot of 'em, which... I guess I'm more to blame than anyone, huh? It's me should apologize for puttin' you through all this."
They weren't even hers.
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Post by Brandi on Feb 23, 2009 12:53:01 GMT -5
*Brandi offered a slight shrug, glancing to the iron.*
"Ain't exactly like you chose it either. You shouldn't feel responsible."
War is. And he damn well not forget.
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Post by Cry Baby on Feb 23, 2009 13:00:55 GMT -5
"Well, I do," he said. "Now that they're here, an' in our care. Sooner we get that sorted, sooner I have you to myself an' I can't help but want that to be sooner than later."
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