a storm's a-ragin'

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[Residents of the DR might be running into an unusual sight, a teenage girl whose face may or may not be buried in a carton of triple chocolate chunk ice cream; but the most unusual thing might be the dark miniature storm cloud floating above her head, that rumbles ominously with thunder and occasional flashes of lightning. This is what happens when a girl with tenuous control over her magic gets overly... hormonal.]

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[alldadsareold.livejournal.com]

Well, let's see if we can think of something to do to take your mind off how you're hurting.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

... more chocolate?

[alldadsareold.livejournal.com]

Sure. Or maybe even a nap. How's that sound?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

Naps are for babies.

[a nap sounds good ;;]

[alldadsareold.livejournal.com]

I guess that makes me a baby too, huh?

[Sora does like his naps! he sees right through Kira's protesting, though, and grabs that leftover ice cream and starts leading her back toward her room. she might be too far off in crampy-land to notice, but there's a huge scar that definitely wasn't there yesterday, running from his chin, down his throat and apparently continues down his chest obscured by his shirt.]

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[crampytiems doesn't stop her from noticing injuries, especially after what happened to Rikka]

What happened to you, Buggie?!

[alldadsareold.livejournal.com]

-- What?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she latches onto you]

You got hurt! What happened?! Daddy and Mama are gonna be so worried! Did you tell them?!

[alldadsareold.livejournal.com]

[look, they can both have a minor freakout! Sora literally has no idea what Kira's talking about; it wasn't even there this morning when he looked in the mirror.]

What? But I'm fine!

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

You look like you got carved like Mama's roasts! Daddy's gonna ground you for sure!

[flailing, what a lovely family trait]

[alldadsareold.livejournal.com]

[... would Ri actually ground a man in his 30s?]

What? Kira, do you have a mirror on you?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[he's Daddy, of course he would]

Is water wet? I always have a mirror, Buggie.

[she pulls a little cosmetic mirror out of her pocket]

[alldadsareold.livejournal.com]

[well, he plucks the mirror out of her hands and scrutinizes himself for a long few minutes in silence, trying to figure out where the heck-- it finally clicks eventually, a memory that just instantaneously arrived from his younger self.]

Oh, this isn't anything. This is old. I got it when you were still just a baby, Kira.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[tsk she's giving you a suspicious look]

I don't remember you being roast-y.

[alldadsareold.livejournal.com]

Time's kinda funny that way.

[give him a minute to figure out the best way to explain this.]

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

... huh?

[alldadsareold.livejournal.com]

[this is gonna be confusing for Sora, too.]

Well.. Okay, let's say for instance that.. today, younger-me found a big permanent marker and drew all over the walls. Now, for me, that technically happened a long time ago, right? But since I'm in the same time period as younger me, I remember the stuff he's doing at the same time that he's doing them. Even though I didn't remember drawing on the walls beforehand, when he actually does it, I'll be able to remember doing it.

Does that make sense? It's kind of the same deal with the scar.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

.............. is this one of those time paradox thingies?

[alldadsareold.livejournal.com]

... Yeah. It's one of those time paradox things. C'mon, let's get you some more chocolate and a nap.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

I said naps are for babies, Buggie.

[but she's not resisting]