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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 14, 2009 15:31:21 GMT -5
It would have been a relief, the sudden silence and stillness of the room, if it hadn't been so creepy. Cry-Baby knew kids. Knew breaking stuff and yelling and hell, piddling in inappropriate places. Utter silence? Precocious solitary spokesman for a band of siblings?
That was new.
He vaguely sensed Kiba in the room, but figured he was here for Fenris and that was all right.
"I can see that," he said quietly. Did that mean he was talking to all of them, when he spoke to... Killian, was it? "Looks like you'll need a new room."
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Post by Children of War on Jan 14, 2009 15:35:40 GMT -5
*Killian's brow furrowed, as if trying to understand the words or the logic of the thing. His tiny voice growing a little stronger, he answered.*
"You...are..." *He pushed hard for the word.* "...Baby." *He finally managed, looking rather proud of it. The others were still quiet, watching the two speak. Or at least, appearing to.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 14, 2009 15:41:18 GMT -5
Cry-Baby nodded. "Cry-Baby," he said, feeling bad for not introducing himself but he'd thought he'd done so. Maybe they hadn't heard. "And you're Killian." Was that still true? He wanted to tell them he was their daddy, too--but was that true? And did he want that, anymore? They weren't perfect little infants anymore. They were perfect little 6-7 year olds, which meant perfect hell. Not that he had anything against that.
"You speakin' for everyone?"
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Post by Children of War on Jan 14, 2009 16:27:20 GMT -5
*Killian rocked slightly, his face shifting through various expressions as if trying to find the right one. Or hold it steady.*
"For now. It is hard. New."
*His light lashes fluttered as his body swayed a bit.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 14, 2009 16:41:46 GMT -5
Cry-Baby held out a hand, placing it below Killian's elbow to steady him.
"Yeah," he observed. "I get that. You guys hungry, or anything?" He wished Brandi was here. She'd know what to do.
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Post by Children of War on Jan 14, 2009 16:50:05 GMT -5
*Killian lowered his face for a moment in contemplation, but seemed comforted by the support.*
"Yes." *He finally answered.* "Food would be good."
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 14, 2009 17:04:37 GMT -5
Cry-Baby smiled, the tough drape melting away when he did so. "All right," he said. "Lemme get someone. You sit tight."
He rose and went to the door, sticking his head out with the intention of calling Kris. Who, uncannily, was coming down the corridor towards him.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Kids grew."
Her eyes widened. "Like, all the way?"
He shook his head. "I'd say 6 or 7. Anyway, I think they're hungry. Figure you could get 'em something... I dunno, like a sampling of stuff? They probably don't know what they like, yet."
Kris' brow furrowed slightly. "Not that I might, but where's Brandi?"
"She's taken care of other business," he said tightly, not because she was asking but because of the fact itself. "Anyway, we're what they've got, for now."
He ignored the slight look of panic that crossed her face, because she said, "Of course. I'll be up as soon as I've got something. I guess they'll need beds, too."
"If you can do somethin' 'bout that, it'd be a help," he said. Brandi had mysterious ways. If Kris did to, that was gonna have to be all right by him.
He went back into the room.
"Okay," he said, so everyone could hear--even if Killian was the only one talking, didn't mean he should exclude everyone else. "Name's Cry-Baby. You want for anything, you ask me. We're gonna get you some clothes an' some beds an' some food, an' show you where the bathroom is."
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Post by Children of War on Jan 14, 2009 17:13:37 GMT -5
*After the first order, something seemed to loosen and Killian swayed a bit more, finally submitting and letting himself sit. The others returned to roughly what they had been doing, though Bebe was apparently bored with the blanket and more eager to be out of her crib. Killian still watched Cry-Baby with a reserved eye, always studying him. And the newcomer.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 14, 2009 17:29:09 GMT -5
Cry-Baby moved about the room, trying to ascertain which was which--there were lots of 'em--and make sure they weren't settin' each other on fire or anything. The food came within ten minutes, Kris following behind. The tray had macaroni and cheese, hot dogs, peanut butter sandwiches, juice, and... oreos?
"Where'd you get oreos?" he demanded.
She shrugged. "I have my sources," she said. She handed him the tray--it was heavier than she made it look--and he set it down.
"This is Kris," he announced. "You'll listen to her, if she asks you to do something. Or not do something. But you can talk to her, too, if you're hungry or need to take a whiz or whatever." He glanced at her apologetically for not asking first, but he wasn't about to do this on his own. "All right. Come an' get it."
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Post by Children of War on Jan 14, 2009 17:39:05 GMT -5
((NOM NOM NOM))
*The kids started towards the tray instinctively. Most still crawled but a few dared one or two awkward steps before falling to their knees again. Bebe squealed in displeasure at still being in her crib. She lunged towards Cry-Baby, tipping it slightly. The only one that didn't seem interested was Aiden, who was still quietly fussing with the knobs on the end of his crib.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 14, 2009 17:53:01 GMT -5
Cry-Baby went for Bebe first, lifting her out of the crib and setting her on the floor before she could fall over. And then he crouched before Aiden.
"You hungry, kid?" he asked. "C'mon. You can play with that later."
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Post by Children of War on Jan 14, 2009 18:15:06 GMT -5
*Bebe crawled happily towards the mess of food that the others had already started to contentedly shove their faces with. But Aiden only stared up at Cry-Baby. Then he unexpectedly pulled off the knob that he'd be focused on and offered it out to the tall man with a slow blink.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 14, 2009 18:20:08 GMT -5
Cry-Baby looked around, making sure Kris was handling things all right. Then he held out his hand for the knob.
"Thanks," he said. "Bet you're the smart one. Still need your food, though, don't you?"
He held out his other hand in offering. "Want outta there?"
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Post by Children of War on Jan 14, 2009 18:26:27 GMT -5
*Aiden released the knob as it was taken, his expression lightening for a moment. But at Cry-Baby's question, he only looked pensive again. But finally, as if deciding, he held his small arms out to the man.*
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Post by Cry Baby on Jan 14, 2009 18:41:08 GMT -5
"Okay then."
Cry-Baby reached down and lifted him out of the crib; instead of setting him down again, he carried Aiden over to the table and set him down there. "Everything fine over here? Everyone find somethin' to eat?"
Would likely be a mess, but he was used to that.
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