The Estate, Glacia, Sunday Fandom Time

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In Glacia, it was cold.

This generally went without saying, what with it being a place with a name that sounded suspiciously like 'glacier' or 'glacial' or even just the French word for 'really fricking cold,' but it was that sort of cold now that indicated that they were just starting to push past Winsol-and-Christmas and into January, and Warren was doing that thing he did where, so help him, it had been storming out for the past three days and he needed to do something to help get his mind off the fact that he hadn't been able to fly in at least as long.

So he was setting up a swing set.

Indoors, yes.

For a little girl that still wasn't quite a year old yet.

But it had a nice wooden frame, and one of the little kind-of diaper-shaped seats that could be swapped out for a proper swing seat later, and he was more or less caught up with his paperwork for the day.

So, a swing set. Kayla would appreciate it, he was sure, and it would help to get his mind off of the whole claustrophobic feeling of being stuck indoors. That one that had him half-tempted to book a portal to the island to just enjoy a few days of summer, Consort duties be damned. Now, if only he could get Karla's pet out of the way while he was working. The little guy kept zipping around the room, perching on his shoulder, on the toolbox, making a game of seeing what he could get away with.

"Nemit, I will give you extra crickets if you stop trying to steal these screws." Beat. "And stop rubbing it in."

[OOC: Just realized I haven't touched this boy in a while. Open for calls, or people who might happen to be in Glacia, or texts or whatever!]

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It's cold enough that I'm afraid to open the door, because it might freeze open. It's been storming. Even if I could see where I was going out there, I'd probably still fly into a tree.

Or execute a wonderful crash-landing into a wall or the ice on the river or, hell, he'd find a way to get poison ivy even through six feet of snow in late December.

If you're still out, I wouldn't mind more pictures, though. They're a nice change of pace, and we don't exactly have stellar wi-fi in Glacia on a GOOD day for me to google Hawaii or something.

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Momoko giggled.

Texas isn't Hawaii, but it is pretty.



You should see if you can build a giant empty tower or something. Even if it's inside, you need to fly! Especially if Kayla grows wings.

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You're tempting me, Momoko. But you're also right. If Kayla's wings come in, she's going to need to stretch and fly... probably more than I do, actually. I'm kind of used to packing it in for long periods at a time.

Thanks for that, Dad?

That photo is awesome. Texas looks awesome. Anything with green in it looks awesome right now. I had leftovers in college that looked awesome by these current standards.

Another pause before the next text.

I'm mostly just trying to keep a tiny dinosaur from hiding all of my screws. I don't do carpentry often enough to have extra, here.

Ever. He didn't do carpentry pretty much ever. Not that he couldn't, of course. He'd volunteered plenty of his time doing just that up in Arceria, after all. But it wasn't exactly a normal hobby for him. And usually, he was too busy.

[heromaniac]

Awww! Nemiii is out?

Momoko so rarely got to interact with him!!





Carpentry? What are you building?

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Out and about and being a pest. But I'm well on my way to making a little swingset for Kayla. If I can't fly and she doesn't have wings yet, I figure swinging is probably the next best thing.

Oooh. Those were nice shots, too.

I envy any place that has swimming pools that aren't full up with ice and snow right now, you know.

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Ooooh! Swings! You are so sweet! I need to come see her soon and play. Pictures aren't as good as hugs.



And not as good as really flying. Ah!

If Jaime and I have a party on July 4 you guys can come and bring Kayla!!!

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Oh, hey, there's a thought! If we can get out of here by then, I'd love to pay you guys a visit. I'll mention you brought it up to Karla. Heck, it's been too long since Kayla's seen her Auntie Momoko, party or none.

And Warren really, really missed fireworks. And grilling things. And heat.

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We will have allllll the warms waiting for you!! I will email our address in San Antonio and portal directions. Even if you can't make the party, you can still come and visit!!



Campus near our place. Heading home now. Or really to the store. I want to make brekfast for once! Need eggs and chicken and dish soap.

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Nice! I mean, both the view and the breakfast. We've still got a while to wait before mealtime, here. Probably for the best. Gives me time to figure out where Nemit's been hiding these screws before Kayla figures it out first.

Because that would be... bad. It would be very bad.

I'll move the swingset out of this room and keep the door closed until I'm sure I got them all.

In case Momoko was worried.

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Maybe move the-- Hey you answered my text before I sent it!!!! Are you reading minds too now?

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Ha! I didn't, no, but you have to admit it would be a useful skill to have while living in Glacia. Heck, being able to read your mind through the phone would be pretty neat.

Warren had grown a lot since the days when joking about having more superpowers just freaked him out more.

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It would not be neat! I would totally call you less!!!

... No she wouldn't. There was very little difference in what Momoko said and what she had n her head, most days.

Especially at your birthday and Christmas! You'd ruin all the surprise of getting presents!

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What if I solemnly swore not to do any mind reading around the gift-giving holidays?

Like he'd be able to resist. Honestly.