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Post by Toad on Apr 30, 2006 17:48:32 GMT -5
"What's for lunch?" asked Michael.
Mortimer shrugged as he carried the boy inside and put him down. "Sandwiches, I suppose."
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 17:53:46 GMT -5
Wanda nodded slightly and carefully sat Thomas on the ground, rubbing her sore arm. "Lunch isn't for a while anyway," she said softly. "But it will probably be peanut butter and jelly sandwiches..."
Sighing softly, she ruffled Thomas's hair and nudged him towards the stairs. "Why don't you go find something quiet to play with until then?" she said softly.
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Post by Toad on Apr 30, 2006 17:55:53 GMT -5
Micheal pulled on Mortimer's pant leg. "You said you'd play tag!"
"Yeah," piped Thomas, "play with us!"
"All right. Come on, we'll go play in the backyard."
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 18:01:26 GMT -5
Wanda sighed softly, running a hand through her hair. Appearently they had different definitions of "quiet". Not that it was exactly a bad idea for them to wear off energy... but she wasn't exactly in the best shape and she wasn't sure if Mortimer was either.
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Post by Toad on Apr 30, 2006 18:03:27 GMT -5
"All right then," said Mortimer, taking their hands. "Come on, we'll go out and play and your mum can have a nice rest."
"Bye Mommy."
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 18:08:36 GMT -5
Wanda smiled softly at them, moving into the kitchen and sinking into a chair. Making sure she could see the backyard from the window, she propped her hand on her fist and picked at what was left in her cereal bowl.
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Post by Toad on Apr 30, 2006 18:13:32 GMT -5
Thomas smacked Mortimer on the back of the leg. "TAG - YOU'RE IT!" he shouted as he and his brother took off running. "All right, here I come." Mortimer chased after the two little boys, who shrieked and giggled and darted around him. They're only two years old, why are they so bloody fast?
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 18:22:37 GMT -5
She kept an eye of them, making sure that they didn't start bugging Mortimer too much. Her eyelids fluttered a little and she scrubbed her eyes tiredly. She had to keep herself awake, at least until the twins took a nap.
He's kind of sweet, Wanda thought, watching Mortimer. Maybe I was wrong last night...
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Post by Toad on Apr 30, 2006 18:25:33 GMT -5
How on earth are they so fast? They were practically running circles around him.
"Come on, chase us!"
He managed to grab Thomas and scoop him up into the air. "I've got you."
"Not fair!" Thomas was laughing.
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 18:32:03 GMT -5
Wanda smiled softly and stood, coming to sit on the back steps so she could watch them better.
"Come on, play with us," Michael came and started to tug on her hand.
Laughing softly, she kissed Michael's forehead softly. "Maybe later," she answered. "You go on and have fun."
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Post by Toad on Apr 30, 2006 18:37:00 GMT -5
"Chase me!"
"But I just tagged you, you're it."
"Chase me anyway!"
Mortimer took off after Thomas. Michael joined them.
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 18:41:00 GMT -5
Wanda smiled softly, curling her legs to her chest and wrapping her good arm around them. Resting her chin on her knees, she just watched them with interest. This was a side of Mortimer she hadn't ever seen, and she found that she liked it.
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Post by Toad on Apr 30, 2006 18:45:52 GMT -5
Why do they want to be chased? God, I hate being chased...
"All right, come here you - " he picked up Michael.
"Me next!" Thomas was tugging on his pant leg. He put Michael down and picked up his brother.
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 18:54:22 GMT -5
Wanda smiled softly, rubbing her arm a little and almost wishing it didn't hurt so much. She thought she might have liked to be out there with them. But, then, running around wasn't exactly her thing.
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Post by Toad on Apr 30, 2006 18:57:48 GMT -5
Mortimer was exhausted. "Let's rest for a bit. Come on, let's sit down for just a second." Thomas was tugging on his hand.
"Come on! Come on, chase us!"
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Post by Analyse on Apr 30, 2006 19:03:27 GMT -5
Wanda stood to help Mortimer, catching both of the twins in a hex and pulling them close to her. "Just rest for a little bit," she told them softly.
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Post by Toad on May 1, 2006 9:06:02 GMT -5
"OK, fine!"
"Will you tell us a story?"
Mortimer managed to pick them both up and sat down beside Wanda, setting them both on his lap. "What would you like to hear?" he asked.
"A robot story."
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Post by Analyse on May 1, 2006 14:45:15 GMT -5
"Robots?" Wanda asked curiously, smoothing Michael's dark hair. "Aren't robots a little scary?" Maybe she was biased since her sole experience with robots were Sentinels.
"Nu-uh." Michael grinned at her, shaking his head vigorously.
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Post by Toad on May 1, 2006 14:51:45 GMT -5
"Why do you talk funny?" asked Thomas, looking up at Mortimer. "I'm from England," said Mortimer, "everybody talks like this in England."
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Post by Analyse on May 1, 2006 15:06:33 GMT -5
Wanda carefully scooted a little closer to Mortimer, smiling softly at him. "I thought you two wanted a story," she teased softly.
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Post by Toad on May 1, 2006 15:09:08 GMT -5
"Is that what a limey is? Someone from England?" Mortimer stared at the little boy. "What did you just say?" "I heard Uncle Pietro call you a limey once," explained Thomas patiently, "are you one?" Mortimer just stared at him, speechless.
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Post by Analyse on May 1, 2006 15:19:11 GMT -5
Wanda stared, silently fuming. She was going to kill Pietro, in the most bloody, violent way she could come up with.
"No, honey," she said softly, her voice cold and completely devoid of emotion. "I don't want you saying that again. Just come get me if you hear Pietro saying something like that again."
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Post by Toad on May 1, 2006 15:25:56 GMT -5
He's just a little boy. He doesn't know what he's saying. "It's a very bad word," he said, "so you're not to say it, all right?" "OK." Thomas didn't seem to fully grasp what he was saying, but as long as he didn't continue to act so offensive, Mortimer would be OK with it. He's a little kid, it isn't his fault...stupid Pietro...
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Post by Analyse on May 1, 2006 15:34:43 GMT -5
Michael carefully crawled into Wanda's lap, looking up at her with wide eyes. "Is Uncle Pietro in trouble? Are you going to hurt him?"
Wanda winced slightly, remembering all too vividly what she'd done to Pietro when he'd taught the boys that she was a pyscho bitch. "No, I'm not going to hurt him, but he's in trouble." I.E. she was going to lock him in the closet or some other small place until he learned to shut his mouth.
God, I don't even let him watch the kids, how does he get this stuff stuck in their heads?
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Post by Toad on May 1, 2006 15:39:04 GMT -5
"Enough of that," said Mortimer, "should I tell you a story about robots?"
"Yeah!" Thomas bounced excitedly in his lap.
"Well, long ago in a galaxy far far away lived two robots named T-3PO and M2-D2 - "
"I wanna be Han Solo!" piped Thomas.
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