god he hopes no one see's him

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Shifts a baby carrier strapped to his chest with a sack of flour in it. The flour looks 'happy' with a c: smile drawn onto it. Lea just looks uncomfortable.] I can't believe it actually screams when I put it down.

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[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

[...Does he really want to know?]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Tries to pass the flour baby sack to older Isa, it just giggles.] At least it.. sounds like it likes you?

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

[Takes it very cautiously, almost like he expects the thing to blow up in his face.]

I doubt it can tell the difference.

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

It can. I tried passing it to someone else and it just screamed until I took it back. [The sack had a bigger smile now, going :) when it was picked up by Saix.]

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

Then perhaps it looks for Isa.

[He's loathe to mention the name, and it shows in his voice.]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Lea?

[Why yes, that's Ven!armor, although the voice is distinctly different.]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Hm? [Blinks. Wow, nice armor, whoever you are. No, he isn't bouncing that flour sack to keep that face on it a smile.]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Oh, uh. It's Ven!

[Yes, he's aware that he doesn't sound anything like himself, shh.]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Oh! Hey Ven, what's up? [He's assuming it's the helmet. Grins a bit.] Nice armor.

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[He looks at the flour sack.]

Nothing, really. Something kinda happened, but I'll be okay. What's the flour for?

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

[deadpan] Have you tried smothering it?

[the weird expression on the flourbag makes him frown as he walks up] --What are you doing?

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Not really, but then I'd feel like I was killing it. [BUT IT'S JUST FLOUR. Offers the sack to him.] Babysitting, I guess.

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

... It's a sack of food, Lea. With a face on it. [just looks at it funny]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Yeah. But it screams and giggles and makes baby noises. [Pushes it into his hands where it does indeed giggle.]

[idkmybfflea.livejournal.com]

...

[yeah, that funny look? +10]

[but at least he doesn't drop it] Heh. This is new.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

... it screams.

[This is Xeha's 'what the heck' face.]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I don't.. get it either.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

How did you end up with a ... screaming bag of flour anyway?

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Woke up and it was right next to me making goo noises. Screamed when I tried to return it to the kitchen.

[lower-case-x.livejournal.com]

[And again with the what the heck look.]

... I know I'm stating the obvious, but that's just weird.

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

[ ...There is some giggling from over here, sorry. ]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

[Oh jeez, he must look weird with the flour strapped to his chest like this. Coughs and tries to pass it off, grinning faintly.] Yo

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

Hi. Nice kid.

[ Don't worry, she's seen what's been going around, so she doesn't think he's a weirdo or anything. ]

[idkmybffisa.livejournal.com]

Spitting image of me, right? [Chuckles, well he's feeling better about it.]

[temporaltrap.livejournal.com]

Oh, definitely.

[ She could make a mean comment comparing the inside of Lea's head to a sack of flour, but she resists that vague urge. ]