Look who's out and about today

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

[This Daddy hasn't been seen recently since he was spending a nice quiet holiday with his family. But now he's sitting on a couch in a common room, folding a mountain of laundry. Who wants to say hello? He knows what you did on New Year's.]

... why can I never find the matching socks?

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[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

Sock gnomes.

[here, Dad, have a plate of pancakes.]

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*smiles when he sees you; you will not escape being pulled down to sit next to him, since he's still being overly happy that you're back*

Damn those sock gnomes then.

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[flops on down then, oof!]

Just be thankful they aren't underwear gnomes.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

Well, that wouldn't--

*okay time for a change of subject because even though you're older, you don't need to know that your Daddy free-balls*

-- are those pancakes for me?

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[that is a very interesting expression on Sora's face as he processes the beginning of that first sentence. right, subject change!]

... Yup! Just got done making them.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

You know I love your pancakes.

*sets the socks away and gets ready to omnom*

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

Glad I can help out somehow! But, I need to start working on cooking new things, too.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*omnom~*

You know that you can always ask your other dad for lessons. And practice on Rikka. He'll eat anything.

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's true.. I just don't want to screw anything up.

[someone is fretting over February already, it seems.]

[seasides]

You know, I hear about people losing socks to the dryer all the time, but it's never happened to me.

[says the guy omnomming a piece of good fruitcake. it exists! I've had it... once!]

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

What could be screwed up? Besides the food catching fire?

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

*looks over at you, amused*

You don't live with two very young children... and one older but still flighty son.

[seasides]

[wags a finger at him.]

You say that like only people with kids lose socks.

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

Well, that's a big problem I might run into, too, but. What if it just tastes bad?

[fret, fret.]

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

None of your other Dad's food tastes bad. But he gets a lot of practice.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

True. But it's more likely with little kids. One day Rikka came back from playing, and he was missing one sock, but both his shoes were on. I couldn't figure it out.

[seasides]

...that's pretty impressive. I wonder who he gets it from?

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

I'll ask him if I can cook dinner once in a while..

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

That will certainly be a help. You can encourage Rikka to try new things. He'll enjoy more bonding time with his older brother.

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

... Sora, of course. I'm not that dorky.

[boyishkeys.livejournal.com]

'cause they hide. Is this yours?

[ Yeah, he wasn't the only one doing laundry. Sora holds up a sock with a red stripe on the top, which is seemingly single. A few are over his shoulder, all white and paired. Except for this weird one. ]

[bourgeons.livejournal.com]

[grins at Ri teasingly, and stretches.]

I think I'll just feed him candy.

[youngkey.livejournal.com]

Because the sock monster eats them.

[Comes in, balancing a part of his and Namine's laundry. He's wearing a backpack with something large stuffed in it too.]

[mamaxsky.livejournal.com]

*is a Mama welcome here?*

[windup-daddy.livejournal.com]

You can also run after him when he's on his sugar high.

*he can tease back~*