Then she pulled up that old rocking chair once again~

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

[Sitting in a rocking chair like some Grandmas are prone to, there's a basket of knitting yarn near her feet. She's busy working on a light blue piece of needlework. There's another basket with a decent pile of finished knitting on it.]

[ooc: Ask and ye shall receive, children.]

Comments

it's ok. <3

[fire-spawn.livejournal.com]

Momma calls him Axel~

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[And here's an indignant young version of your mother]

You can't be serious, she married AXEL?

[fire-spawn.livejournal.com]

[have a very confused Emma]

Momma, how did you shrink?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Facepalm, groans]

...I think after this I'm going to have to accept that idea Marluxia said of a child between me and Roxas.

[fire-spawn.livejournal.com]

Momma, you aren't married to Mister Roxas. Caleb's his kid and his mommy's mean and you're not.

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

...[Brain break]

Oh God. Please don't tell me Roxas married Larxene in your world.

[fire-spawn.livejournal.com]

I think that's her name.

But she's really mean to Caleb and Mister Roxas and I don't like her!

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Brain death occurred at 1600 hours. Cause of death? Excessive WTF-ery.]

[fire-spawn.livejournal.com]

Momma, are you ok?

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

[Old lady laugh. She was watching this exchange amusedly and she has now figured what's wrong. Taking Namine's hand, she pats it comfortingly]

Dear, don't you have...er, romantic feelings for this girl's supposed father?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

NO!

I mean...ack, I can't even feel! And of all people, AXEL?

[sepia-heart.livejournal.com]

Oh dear. [Pats Emma's head] Perhaps this isn't your mother.

[fire-spawn.livejournal.com]

Then why does she look like Momma?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Groans at the "momma" part]

Because a version of me is your momma. Even if it is weird.

[fire-spawn.livejournal.com]

Version?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

Look around. I'm not the only "momma" here you see, right? Okay, see? [Grabs a random Namine and shows it to her] See?

[white-canvass.livejournal.com]

....what?

[fire-spawn.livejournal.com]

[blinkblink I saw somebody who looked like Daddy, but Momma said it was just Daddy's cousin.

[white-canvass.livejournal.com]

...I'm kind of afraid to ask.

[fire-spawn.livejournal.com]

Hi Momma!

[white-canvass.livejournal.com]

...

Did she just call me "momma"?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

Yes, she did.

We are not cousins. We are not your "momma". We are other versions of her. Got it?

[fire-spawn.livejournal.com]

Oooh.

Why are there different versions?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

Ask your momma.

[white-canvass.livejournal.com]

...her hair is red. If her mother is a version of us, then her dad would be...