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[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[Sora has found himself a toy griddle, and is seated on the floor with a toy spatula and a small stack of plastic pancakes. he's trying, with limited success, to flip the pancake off the griddle and onto a plate some three or four feet behind him.]

[beware of flying plastic pancakes! there's also two messily wrapped packages sitting in the corner of the room.]

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[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Happy Saturday, Mister Ri guy!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*chuckles and pats the couch beside him so you can sit close while he opens*

I didn't know it was a holiday!

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[climbs on up, snuggling up next to Ri's uninjured side.]

It doesn't gotta be a holiday for me to give you a present!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*tears through the wrapping, wondering what's inside*

No, it doesn't. But why did you want to give me something in the first place?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[something silver and glittery catches the light underneath the paper -- it slides into Ri's hand.]

'Cause! It's important.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*is surprised and holds up the accessory*

Eh? How did you get a hold of this, Sorabug?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Mister Kai guy helped me pick it out!

[watch him struggle to attach it to Ri's wrist -- he's not that good with latches yet.]

'Cause, 'cause I'm still too little to p'tect you, so I got the next best thing!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he can tell it's a defensive trinket and lets you take as long as you want hooking it on*

You mean you chose this especially for me?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Uh huh!

[success! he pats Ri's wrist, proud of himself for getting it on.]

I got one for Mister big Pirate Sora, too! So when you gotta p'tect people, you won't blow up so bad.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*tugs you close and kisses your forehead*

I really like it, Sorabug. Thank you.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[giggles, curling up on Ri's lap.]

You're welcome! Now, if you blow up again, you gotta wear pillows, okay? And you gotta eat broccoli as your um .. your punishment!

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*gasps!*

But I hate broccoli!

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

That's why you gotta eat it if you get blowed up!

[puts on a solemn face.]

I'll let it slide this time, Mister Ri guy. But me an' Mister big Pirate Sora are making you a big bowl of broccoli if you ever blow up again.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*nods just as solemnly*

I'll do my best to not blow up again. I'm sure your present will help me.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Good!

[stands up a little to return the kiss, right on Ri's forehead.]

'Cause I love you, an' I don't want you to blow up no more.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*hugs you, feeling quite warm and happy*

I care about you, too, Sorabug.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[beams, curled up happily in Ri's arms.]

Hey, Mister Ri guy?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

What is it, 'bug?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Are you an' Mister big Pirate Sora my daddies now?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*has to think about that seriously for a moment*

... do you want us to be, Sorabug?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[scratches his cheek.]

Well .. Yeah, I mean, you guys make sure I don't blow up, an' you feed me!

An' you tell me bedtime stories an' give me pirate bandaids when I fall down, an' ...

[rests his head against Ri's chest; he's going to be listing patriarchal duties for a little while.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*he rubs your back slowly and just smiles at your babble*

Well, we would be very happy to be your daddies, Sorabug. We already think you're like our son.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Okay! ... So what do I call you?

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*blinks and scratches his cheek*

What do you mean? You can keep calling me Ri. That's my name.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[confused!]

So I don't call you Daddy?