she's a beautiful girl with a smile so grand she could stop the world.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[well here's a face the dressing room hasn't seen lately. he's dressed in his normal black button-down and tight jeans, feet bare as he pads through a main room. the only difference is he's carrying a bundle of blankets in his arms. peeking out from the swaddling is a pair of big green eyes and a dusting of blond hair on her head. she wibbles a little in his arms, and he soothes her]

Shh Akane... it's okay...

[he's heading for a kitchen, in search of formula and bottles for his daughter]

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[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*is sitting at a table, reading a parenting magazine and drinking coffee*

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[a parenting magazine? oh god, another daddy. just his luck]

Ah, Riku...?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*looks up, his ponytail slipping off his shoulder*

... Ri, actually. Eh... is that a baby?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[blushes a little, nodding. he looks natural yet awkward all in the same breath]

Yes... my daughter.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

She looks really young!

*stands up and comes closer, looking at you to make sure it's alright*

Where's her mom?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

She's two days old.

[nods a little, tugging the blanket back a little so Ri can see her]

In our room, resting.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

She's so cute! My son Rikka is two now. But I remember when he used to be this small.

*might be cooing over the baby~*

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

Whoa- bro, whose she?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

This is Akane... my daughter.

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

[He's shocked at the statement, but his expressions softens a bit.]

Akane, huh? Well, she's cute, I guess.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[offers a touch of a smile]

[fightorfall.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, he just might interrupt it.]

Soooo. Whose the mom?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Larxene.

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

[ happens to be in said kitchen, having stopped in there for glass of water. ]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[pauses for a moment, eyes narrowing. a stranger that wore Marluxia's face? usually not a good thing. he held Akane closer to his chest, bouncing her a little]

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

[ notes Axel's entrance with his usual detachment, but he arches his eyebrows slightly when he sees the bundle. An infant. Well now. While he's hardly one to jump to conclusions, it would be interesting if he was correct, wouldn't it? ]

An unusual sight.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

I suppose.

[keeps her close, moving to the fridge to see if the dressing room had answered his prayers. lucky him, there was a small bottle of formula there. he grabbed it, cradling Akane in one arm and holding the bottle for her with the other hand]

[rosenoblivion.livejournal.com]

Who is the mother, if I may ask?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Larxene.

[he says it softly, eying the pink-haired man carefully. he remembered her mentioning a Marluxia she had almost trusted. was this him?]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[This Axel's in the kitchen digging for medicine. Flu meds to be precise. Seems Riku's gone and gotten himself sick.]

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[catches sight of him and gives the Axel a little smile]

Hey twin.

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[He turns around, nearly hitting his head on the door of the cabinet he was searching. Whoops, heh. He's distracted from his mild embarrassment when he sees what his twin is holding.] Aw, Axel, she's gorgeous.

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

[big ol' proud daddy grin]

Thanks.

[he's positively beaming as he bounces Akane up a little more, showing her off. she blinks big emerald eyes up at the other Axel]

[lostmycause.livejournal.com]

[He'd love to hold her now but he's been around a sick person all morning and he doesn't want to get she or daddy sick. He gives her a little smile, sftly, and closes the cabinet behind him.]

What's her name?

[selfishprick.livejournal.com]

Akane.

[she coos when she hears her name, a little hand waving]