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[fromshadow]

[looking after a kid is a difficult task for him, but he does it regardless. of course, this means he has to think of things, like... are they going to set up a tree? where are we going to get decorations? why won't Riku stay in the damn winter clothing he got him? what the hell do you feed kids with colds and how do you get them to take medicine?

but moving on, "Chichi" is sitting on the floor of a room off the main area in front of a box of ornaments and other random Christmas decorations, every so often moving a piece to another box at his side. one of his ears flicks and he frowns, carefully removing a broken crystal ornament from the box.]

...tch. Who leaves broken crap in boxes like this?

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[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

Hmm... the lazy bastards that break them?

[Look, its your favorite bitch in the red dress leaning against the doorway.]

[fromshadow]

[he tenses considerably when he sees her, ears pinning back, before he looks back down at the box and stiffly continues to sort through the Christmas stuff instead of answering.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I'm not here to torture you.

[And it sounds genuine!]

Just to give you a little advice.

[fromshadow]

I'm supposed to believe that?

[harshly. he doesn't care what she's here for.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

Believe what you want. Things are different now.

[Just crosses her arms.]

[fromshadow]

Uh-huh.

[clearly he believes her. oops, another piece of that crystal just cut his hand a bit. moving it aside with the other pieces now.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

And It would do that kid well to teach him about not trusting people.

[fromshadow]

[freezes with some decorative bauble in his hand.]

What happened.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

Nothing happened. But I would have thought you'd tell the kid which Namine had cut your ears off.

[fromshadow]

[those ears twitch.]

Could've sworn I did.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

He walked right up to me anyways, then. Didn't seem bothered one bit.

[Uncrosses her arms, straightening a bit.]

Make sure you're telling him about the psychos here. I'd hate to have anymore dead kids around.

[fromshadow]

I try. I'm not suited for this. He only listens when he wants to.

[scowls down at the box o' stuff.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

Well, that's kids for you.

[Walks in a bit more.]

He seems alright otherwise, I think you're suited just fine. Has he ran into any problems yet?

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

It was probably broken while still in the box.

[fromshadow]

Probably.

[he'll just set it aside to throw out later.]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[Sits down quietly nearby.]

[fromshadow]

[pauses and looks over, ears pricking up a bit.]

You alright?

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[Shrugs a little.]

Mm.

[fromshadow]

[frowns and moves away from the box, going over to Roxas.]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[Glances over with a questioning look.]

[fromshadow]

[it's time for kisses- just a little one, really. a proper hello. c:]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[Polite of you.]

Feeling festive?

[fromshadow]

I figure, I've got a kid calling me dad, I might as well try to set up a little tree for him or something. I'm trying to find decorations that won't break if he ends up knocking it over somehow.

[seems a tad embarrassed by that, yes.]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[Slightly amused.]

Good thing he's got such a thoughtful parent.

[fromshadow]

Has he asked you yet if you'll be mommy?