*a-always tired with a little one*

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

[this Sora has been a chocobo for his baby son for the last forty-five minutes, and is laid out on the bedroom floor with Rikka wedged under a protective arm and honkshu-ing deeply]

[ooc: feel free to spend some quality time with part of the happy family!]

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[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[... pffff, he laughs to himself and bends over to poke Sora in the cheek.]

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*it's his other 'son'!; he just sort of squeaks and starts drooling on the carpet*

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[laughs a little louder, and pokes a little harder.]

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*snorts and his eyes flutter open, turning to make sure Rikka is still safe, and face you with a sleepy smile*

H-hey, you.

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[glances from Sora, to the floor, still smiling a little.]

Comfortable?

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*blinks at the floor, and sighs, grabbing your hand to give it a squeeze, before letting go*

Surprisingly. I've been so tired lately that I could fall asleep anywhere.

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[straightens slowly -- he's pretty lazy today too, wrapped up in his bathrobe and slippers.]

The bed might be even more so. Need help?

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*is grinning at your attire indeed, but sits up on his own so as not to dislodge Rikka and make him cranky*

Nah, I need to get up anyways. Would you mind forklifting Rikka onto his bed though? I need to wash my face and find Kitty for him. I don't know where he hid him.

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

No problem.

[it is indeed weight-lifting with Rikka; he hefts him up in his arms, successfully hiding a wince.]

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*laughs when he sees that in the mirror*

Ahhh, should I stop feeding him so much cake?

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[laughs a little, adjusting Rikka in his arms.]

Nah, it's not him. I just got in a scuffle before showing up here.

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*turns around, his face very bubbly with soap but concerned*

What? What happened?

*worried mom-face is a go*

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[he knew Sora was going to give him that face, and immediately tries to play it off.]

It's nothing! Really!

[innocent smile!]

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

No, it's always something to me, even if it's a scrape. What happened?

*phase two: expectant mom-glare*

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

... I broke a rib.

[putting Rikka to bed seems like a good idea right about now -- he scoots over to the kid-sized bed and gets him settled.]

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*his whole face goes pale, and he follows you immediately, looking up (lol) at you and touching your abdomen*

Sorabug!? What happened?!

*is hitting your ass with a Curaga now >:|*

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[winces at the touch, looking extremely sheepish.]

I crashed through a wall.

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

And how in the worlds did you manage that?!

*you should be feeling a little better now, and he's leading you towards the bed in the Master room since it's closest, urging you to lie down*

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

Well, there was a bunch of Heartless ...

[shuffles along obediently, and sits down on the bed. he can't help resisting at least a little.]

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*he knows, and he doesn't want to be overbearing, but he worries, you know*

... I'm happy that in these times, there are less Heartless than in the future, but 'bug, you have to be careful. I know you can handle a lot, but don't... stretch your limits too far too soon.

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to.

[finally settles back against the pillows, kicking off those slippers.]

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*smiles tenderly, and turns the bedcovers to tuck you in*

I think it's time for another of my three favorite boys to get some rest. Can I get you anything? A coloring book?

*grins, tucking, tucking*

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[cracks up, a hand on his side.]

Or some blocks, please.

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*laughs too, kissing your forehead -- feel free to roll your eyes*

I'll get right on it, kiddo.

*he does go to get you a glass of ice water for the bedside*

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't entirely mind that smooch, and snuggles up under the covers, nice and warm.]