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petal_storm) wrote2018-11-28 10:39 pm
petal_storm) wrote2018-11-28 10:39 pm
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I wish love were easy
Who: Alinn, Trevor, kids
When: Fall?
What: Wandering medtown!
Alinn chuckled and lifted the coffee cup out of Trevor's hands; he'd been known to sleep drink the stuff and the last thing he needed was more caffeine while sleeping. It gave him nightmares then so yeah. He grumbled, hand groping, but she just set an empty water glass out to wrap his hand around and kissed his cheek, tucking a blanket over his shoulders, "silly man. I swear you'll get a permanent neck crick some day." Sleeping at a desk as often as he did? Yeah,
Likely.
"You have a perfectly good bed, I know," she teased, touching his shoulder each time she passed making breakfast for ten in the kitchen. They might not be lovers anymore but casual touch was good for both of them. Mental stability being a good thing for dictors and nurses and hell, anyone really.
"Mooooom, mom, mommmmmm, Wren caroled, barely in the door, "Bandits in the distance Caitlyn says, pulling kids off the wall!"
"Going to be a busy day," she sighed, pointing to a cupboard, "set table for the others dear, Caitlyn and and Roger will need someone to run them breakfast too..." being seventeen and eighteen meant they got to stay on wall as defense, not that she wanted them there but...trying to force them otherwise was...not good.
"Should I tell shields? Should I?" Her slightly hyperactive son was shaping up to be a good message runner but..."shields know dear and you got lost last time you darted down into the engine rooms."
"I've been studyinnnng though!"
"They know."
"Awwwww."
"Table."
"Trevor's asleep on the table!"
"Set around him dear," she snorted. "And you'll have morning classes before bed." They had some...odd schedules in this town yes.
"Awwwww I have a job though! Can I skip school?"
"No."
"Trevor would say yes!"
"He's not your dad dear and he's smarter than that."
"Finnnnne," her son grumped and set table, laying a napkin over Trevor's head.
She snorted and left it there, too busy mixing batter to spare a hand, "I'm telling him that was you."
"He likes me, he won't believe you!"
"Mmmmhmmm, keep telling yourself that."
"I will!" Wren grinned, darting out to gather the others for breakfast.
When: Fall?
What: Wandering medtown!
Alinn chuckled and lifted the coffee cup out of Trevor's hands; he'd been known to sleep drink the stuff and the last thing he needed was more caffeine while sleeping. It gave him nightmares then so yeah. He grumbled, hand groping, but she just set an empty water glass out to wrap his hand around and kissed his cheek, tucking a blanket over his shoulders, "silly man. I swear you'll get a permanent neck crick some day." Sleeping at a desk as often as he did? Yeah,
Likely.
"You have a perfectly good bed, I know," she teased, touching his shoulder each time she passed making breakfast for ten in the kitchen. They might not be lovers anymore but casual touch was good for both of them. Mental stability being a good thing for dictors and nurses and hell, anyone really.
"Mooooom, mom, mommmmmm, Wren caroled, barely in the door, "Bandits in the distance Caitlyn says, pulling kids off the wall!"
"Going to be a busy day," she sighed, pointing to a cupboard, "set table for the others dear, Caitlyn and and Roger will need someone to run them breakfast too..." being seventeen and eighteen meant they got to stay on wall as defense, not that she wanted them there but...trying to force them otherwise was...not good.
"Should I tell shields? Should I?" Her slightly hyperactive son was shaping up to be a good message runner but..."shields know dear and you got lost last time you darted down into the engine rooms."
"I've been studyinnnng though!"
"They know."
"Awwwww."
"Table."
"Trevor's asleep on the table!"
"Set around him dear," she snorted. "And you'll have morning classes before bed." They had some...odd schedules in this town yes.
"Awwwww I have a job though! Can I skip school?"
"No."
"Trevor would say yes!"
"He's not your dad dear and he's smarter than that."
"Finnnnne," her son grumped and set table, laying a napkin over Trevor's head.
She snorted and left it there, too busy mixing batter to spare a hand, "I'm telling him that was you."
"He likes me, he won't believe you!"
"Mmmmhmmm, keep telling yourself that."
"I will!" Wren grinned, darting out to gather the others for breakfast.