Room 218, Saturday Morning

[wwiii]

"Huh."

Warren hadn't really expected last night to go quite the way that it had. Being caught at Karla's door had been unexpected, but not entirely unlikely, considering how long he'd dithered in the doorway. Coming in to talk... made sense. It had been a long time coming. The conversation to follow that is still being played out had been a long time coming, too.

Staying up so late to talk that he and Karla had just both kind of zonked out together? That was the part he really hadn't seen coming.

"... Huh."

But he didn't really mind, either. And he didn't particularly want to wake Karla up, so there he was, blinking up at the ceiling, kind of trying to work his head around it, a bit.

[Muwahaha, I'm a dirty room-modder! For the girlfriend and any wee ones that might come running along!]

Comments

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth decided to go looking for Kayla (but not stupid Nommy) and teleported into room 218, giving fair evidence of one side of her parentage, at least. "Auntie Karla! Uncle Warren!" she said. They were the right colors, too. Hey, for some values of Warren that could be a concern.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Elizabeth!" Kayla grinned and waved, beckoning her over to the increasingly crowded bed. "Did you find Auntie Raven and Uncle Jono? Are they all silly and confused, too?"

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth pulled herself up next to Kayla. "They are, and Daddy isn't blue!" she said. "And he's talking in my head like Auntie Emma."

[glacial_queen]

"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Karla said, holding up her hand. "Your daddy--Jono--is blue?!"

Say what?

"And of course he talks in your head. That's how...he talks. Isn't it?"

It was barely sunup--or so it felt to Karla--and she already needed a drink.

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"Nooooooo, silly, he talks with his mouth," Elizabeth said. "He said he's in disguise now! He's playing dress-up. But not like the kind with Mommy."

[glacial_queen]

Hello more information than Karla probably ever needed to know. Not that she wasn't going to file it away and use it to tease them both later, but still. More information than was strictly required.

"Let me get this straight," she said slowly. "In the future, your daddy is blue and has a mouth? And is called Jono? Like, short for Jonothon Evan Starsmore?"

Maybe Raven had taken up with a different Jono? Who went to school here...?

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," Elizabeth said. "And Joni's bigger, too." That was equally as important as what color her father was.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Ooh! Joni!" Kayla cooed. "Joni's a good kitty. She's a pet not like KaeAskavi or the puppies from Ladvarian's litter," she explained to the room.

Kindred animals weren't pets. That was the rule.

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"Nooo she's a kitty and she was Daddy's and now she's mine," Elizabeth said.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Whose is she while she's here and so are you?" Kayla asked.

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"Umm, mine, I guess," Elizabeth decided. Because her claim totally superseded any other, yes.

[wingedwitchling.livejournal.com]

"Can I come and see her?" Kayla asked. "I want a kitten. Daddy, can I have a kitten?"

Go ahead, Warren. Say no to those eyes,

[wwiii]

... Oh, those were some fairly persuasive eyes, right there.

"Maybe... ask me again when you get back home," he attempted.

Maybe some future Warren had managed to learn the trick to withstanding adorable Kayla eyes, somewhere down the road?

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

"Say yes, Uncle Warren!" Elizabeth insisted. "Pleeeeeease? You should have lots and lots and lots of kittens!" So she could play with them too!

[glacial_queen]

"I think Uncle Warren has already given his answer," Karla said firmly. "Neither of us are going to give permission about things back at your real home."

No way and no thank you.

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth leaned over to Kayla. "You can tell them they said yes anyway and they'd never know," she whispered.

Clearly someone didn't entirely adhere to their mother's refusal (well, most of the time) to lie.