Warren Worthington III

"You're Warren," Karla supplied helpfully into his chest. Dammit. There went any hope of more snuggling and--

Wait. Had she just heard a tiny voice calling her 'Mummy'? Hell's fire, Mother Night, and may the Darkness have mercy. Maybe she was still dreaming?

Please let her still be dreaming?

Karla cracked open an eye and glanced down to see a...rather familiar face glaring up at her. "Jaenelle Mara?!" she sputtered. "But it's not prom!"

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"You know her?"

A pause.

"Prom?"

Wasn't it after Prom last year that everybody else had little kids show up? Okay, that kind of explained things, here. Except for who this kid was, maybe, and why she didn't know Warren to see him. Uh. Not that Warren was really expecting to be a dad, today. He hadn't had any children last year, either.

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"No and it's much colder here than it was last time," Jaenelle Mara agreed, ignoring Warren entirely. Fortunately, she was Glacian. She knew how to deal with the cold. "But I'm here anyway Mummy and there are two awful children following me and they say that you're their Mummy and I still want to know who this is! He's not Daddy!"

Jaenelle Mara did not look at all best pleased with discovering Warren in her mother's bed.

"I don't like the look of him," she sulked.

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Oh, no sulking! Nommy (whose real name was Collin, but it wasn't like he went by that name. That was his in-trouble name, and otherwise, he was Nommy) didn't much like sulks, unless they meant that he got the candy, or the toy, or they somehow managed to work in his favor otherwise.

And that was why he was going to attempt to counter the power of the girl who had just called them awful (but she was a smelly liarface anyhow) by quite literally launching himself across the room with a battle cry of "Mommy! Daaaaaddy! We found you we found you guess what we're going to go to school here too like you did and we're going to learn all sorts of things and can I go hunting for gremlins later? Pleeeeease?"

Incoming small child at way-too-early-for-this O'Clock!

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And to make matters worse, he was immediately followed by his big sister, who was also launching herself at the bed. "Daddy!" Take that, stupid girl who was a smelly liarface! This was their daddy and their mommy and if she didn't know who he was then she was just stupid as Daemonar back in Glacia. "Mommy! She tried to say you were her Mommy but you couldn't be, because you're our Mommy, and she doesn't know Daddy so whatever."

Look upon your works, ye mighty, and despair. Or 'awww.' Whichever.

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Warren was now fairly buried under people, now, and fairly gobsmacked, looking back and forth from the less than pleased little redhead, and the two children who were stuck to them like glue, and then to Karla.

They had wings. Their parentage was kind of blatantly obvious, here.

"Huh."

Warren would remember to use words, sooner or later. But he did kind of flex his wings a bit, mostly unconsciously, as he looked again at the tiny, fluttery ones on the backs of this pair.

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Karla was swiftly coming to the realization she should had fled for Kaeleer last night when she'd had the chance. Because apparently there were several children who were all calling her Mommy and nowhere to run.

She looked back at Warren, shaking her head in a very, I didn't do it! kind of way. Except, according to these children, she sort of had.

"Good morning, munchkins," Karla said, once she got her throat working again. It had taken a few times to make words happen. "I think we may have some sorting out to do, here."

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Jaenelle Mara decided that she also needed to climb up on the bed and cling to her mother, so that those other children couldn't hog all her attention.

"I should say we do," she said. "I still don't know who he is. And where's Daddy? He'd be able to sort all of this out."

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"I'm Warren," offered the still somewhat befuddled mutant on the bed as he attempted to gather the two winged ones up into his arms. The beginnings of the sorting process, right here.

Possibly also an attempt at keeping the peace. The little boy had just licked one of his fingers, and had been attempting to stick it into the little red-haired girl's ear until he'd been interrupted by his, uh, dad.

"Who's your dad? I'm sure he's around here somewhere?"

The look he gave to Karla almost screamed please, let him be around here somewhere.

Edited Date: 2011-02-12 08:02 pm (UTC)

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"My Daddy is Jedi Knight Ben Skywalker," Jaenelle Mara announced with a withering glare at him for not knowing that already. The children he was dandling on his lap got a slightly pitying smile, since her Daddy was clearly much superior that their. "He's got a spaceship and a lightsaber and the Force," she added, just to rub it in a bit further.

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Karla was just going to facepalm repeatedly ~~and bemoan her lack of appropriate icon~~. "Yes, thank you, Jaenelle Mara. That was very...err, comprehensive. And believe me, I'll be calling your daddy in a few minutes."

Maybe he could take care of her for a bit while she tried to sort out this whole...mess.

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Being named after Auntie J did give the other girl's claim a bit more legitimacy, but still, "Uncle Ben can't be your daddy!" Kayla protested. "He's our uncle! He says Mommy is like his sister! That's gross!" She made a face to show just how gross that idea was.

It would be like marrying Nommy! Eeeeeew!

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"Besides, our Daddy has Mommy," Nommy announced, because if you asked him, that was way cooler than a lightsaver and the fence, so there.

There was a moment's pause, and then he announced, "And I'm hungry!"

Which was totally related, thank you.

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Karla's stomach growled. "So am I," she admitted.

"Me, too!" Kayla and Jaenelle Mara called out in unison, not to be outdone. And then scowled at one another.

Why didn't the dorms have room service?

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Warren blinked at the... small gaggle of hungry people that he was surrounded by, and then, upon further reflection, realized that he hadn't eaten since probably about lunchtime yesterday.

"Okay," he said, smiling faintly. "I think we can arrange food. What do you guys want? It isn't too early for pizza yet, is it?"

Warren's parenting skills.

Fear them.

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"Darkness, no, pizza would be wonderful," Karla said eagerly, shoving her stupid dress out of the way. She needed a shower. And a change of clothing. And a room not filled with children under the age of ten. Who called her 'Mommy.'

"What does everyone like on their pizza?" she asked.

Poor, stupid Karla.

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"Mushrooms!" Kayla yelled at the same time Jaenelle Mara called out "Pepperoni!"

"Eww," Kayla said, making a face. "Peppernoni is gross!"

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"No sir!" Jaenelle Mara retorted. "Mushrooms are gross! Pepperoni is good. Or says anyone with half a brain!"

"Nuh-unh!"

"Yeah-huh!"

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"Jellybeans!"

That would be nommy. Nommy had the best taste in pizza toppings ever and would argue that fact with you until the end of time.

"And 'smallows!"

Clearly, the girls were just dumb.

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"... There's something to be said for personal-sized pizzas," Warren noted, kind of staring at the kids as they tried to duke it out. "That way, she can have her mushrooms, and you can have your pepperoni, and... Uh..."

He kind of frowned as he contemplated the little boy's request.

"Maybe we'll get you Hawaiian. And some jellybeans for everyone for dessert."

Hawaiian seemed safe. Pineapple was never a bad choice.

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