...of Toddlers and Muffins...

[littlediviner.livejournal.com]

So far, it's been a good day for little Saix. Amazingly, he's managed to keep from being trampled by all the activity bustling here and there, and has also managed to not whack anyone with his wooden sword. It's hard work, being just three and a half years old.

As of now, the little diviner has clawed his way to the top of the counter in the kitchen and
retrieved his very own large peanut butter muffin, and is munching it contentedly. Although his face is very dirty with stray crumbs and his fingers are covered in the stuff, he nevertheless hums quite off-key and smacks his lips happily.




[ooc: yes, it's baby!Saix. With his peanut butter muffin. Obviously AU, but hella cute, yes? Anyway, please to read the profile information for background and story. Thankee! ^^]

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[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

[...Just when he thought life couldn't get any stranger.]

[littlediviner.livejournal.com]

He just blinks and waves a dirty hand, grinning.

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

[He sighs. He's probably going to regret this, but he waves back all the same.]

[littlediviner.livejournal.com]

Cue a messy grin. And of course, the little one just has to share, so he digs one grimy fist into the large muffin and waves the glob at his older self.

"Want?"

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

No, thank you.

[littlediviner.livejournal.com]

"'kay."

So he'll eat it himself, nomming on his fist with glorious messy abandon, oblivious to the fact that he's got peanut butter muffin strewn everywhere, in his hair, across his face and all over his little black robe. But that's all right; it'll wash off later.

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

[As long as Saïx isn't expected to do the washing himself, that's fine.]

I declare him adorable.

[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

...

[It's Saix. He's the guy who tried to stop Roxas from running away. He's the second-in-command to the Superior. He's the one who called Xion 'it' on several ocassions.

He's also three years old in appearance and chomping down on a muffin.

The phrase 'wut the carp' doesn't begin to describe it.]

Isn't he? ^^

[littlediviner.livejournal.com]

"ROXIE!" Saix beams and waves his dirty little hand, smearing peanut butter over his face afterward. He grins widely and jabbers on, digging both little fists into the abused muffin.

Yes. Yes he is.

[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

[...The phrase 'wut the carp' can't begin to describe it because it has just run off screaming in terror. Roxas himself backs up, double-takes, and then takes deep breaths to assure himself he's not hallucinating.]

H-h-hey, there... um...

^___^

[littlediviner.livejournal.com]

"Roxie-Roxie-Roxie", the little Saix jabbers on, nomming his peanut butter muffin at the same time and succeeding in getting it all over his face, in his hair and smeared over the front of his little black robe. He's having a good time, for once, and no one's yelling at him about something silly.

Then he digs out a clump of mushy muffin and holds it out. "Roxie want?"

But this is kinda freaky...

[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

[It's a bit of muffin.]

...No thanks. I-I'm alright. Uh...

...

[He can't even stock Key Items; he'll just be walking around with its icon in a bubble over his head until he walks into that adorable ghost dog he met in Hallowe'en Town. It's only right to decline.]

/SNRK

[littlediviner.livejournal.com]

Little Sai shrugs. "O-tay, Roxie." Then shoves the muffin glob in his mouth, chewing happily.

HOSHI-

[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

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[...I got nothing.]

You're a lot of help, aren't you...

[littlediviner.livejournal.com]

He's three, Roxas. What you you expect, Saix to suddenly grow into his "big" self and whack you across the kitchen? Not gonna happen, unless "Unkie Vexie" invented a magical ray gun that accelerates growth by twenty or so years.

So he'll just sit there and nom his muffin, completely oblivious to your crisis, "Roxie". Until he needs a drink of milk from the fridge.

I'm totally running to a Vexen and asking for a "magical age-acceleration ray gun, Unkie Vexie!"

[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

...

I can't belie-...

I mean, this is-...

...Okay, okay. I'll take some muffin.

LOL

[littlediviner.livejournal.com]

"O-tay, Roxie." So little Saix plugs another glob of muffin and holds it out in one little fist, waving it back and forth with a grin.

...I think I just went insane. Pardon.

[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

[He takes it. Without much of a place to put it, he shoves it in his mouth.

It tastes like whatever a peanut butter muffin tastes like; I can't tell you because I'm allergic, and you probably know anyway.]

Yay, mission accomplished.

[littlediviner.livejournal.com]

Little Saix grins, showing a mouthful of teeth smeared with peanut butter muffin.

"You like, Roxie?"

DDD: Why you little- *duck noises*

[runawayxiiith.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't stand up to a sea-salt ice-cream, but that's just his personal opinion. It's not unpleasant at all, though. He chews slowly, having never eaten much else before in his year of life.]

It's... okay. I guess.