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Post by Toad on May 14, 2006 17:46:09 GMT -5
Mortimer sat down at the kitchen table, staring at the toast he'd prepared for himself. He picked up a slice, taking a bite and chewing. He felt like crap. He was hung over from the night before, but he remembered everything that had happened with startling clarity. Especially the fact that Wanda and St. John had gone upstairs together.
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Post by Analyse on May 14, 2006 18:14:49 GMT -5
Wanda made her way into the kitchen sleepily, her children pulling on her wrist. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw Mortimer and she automatically looked away, staring intently at the counter.
Damnit. So much for hoping I could disapear before anyone else woke up. Sighing softly, she picked up one twin at a time and set them on the counter. Opening a cupboard, she searched for something to give them for breakfast, pulling out a box of Fruit Loops.
Smiling slightly, she poured each boy a bowl and tried not to laugh slightly as the two swaped certain flavors before eating.
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Post by Toad on May 14, 2006 18:36:06 GMT -5
He knew she was there and made a deliberate attempt not to look at her. He made himself a cup of coffee and forced himself to take another bite of the toast. He felt like crap. Maybe I should just go back to bed...
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Post by Analyse on May 14, 2006 18:42:26 GMT -5
She watched the twins eat, making herself some toast for breakfast. "Do you want to go the park later?" she asked the twins softly, leaning on the counter near them.
"Yeah," Michael grinned, nodding his head vigorously.
"Can we play on the swings?" Thomas asked, crunching on some orange cereal.
"Of course." She smiled and ruffled the boy's hair.
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Post by Toad on May 14, 2006 18:45:01 GMT -5
He stared down at the rest of his toast. He couldn't stomach it. He stared at the plate for a long time before getting up and throwing away the toast. He rinsed the plate and put it in the dishwasher.
"Morrimer, you smell funny again," said Thomas, wrinkling his nose.
"Yeah," he replied blandly as he sank back into his chair, "I know."
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Post by Analyse on May 14, 2006 18:51:19 GMT -5
"Thomas," she warned threateningly, pressing a hand over Thomas's mouth. "Behave." The boy nodded a little solemnly, inching away from her.
There was a moment when she could have sworn she saw the same fear in his eyes that was there when she'd looked at her father, and then it was gone and he went back to happily munching cereal.
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Post by Toad on May 14, 2006 18:54:11 GMT -5
"He's fine," said Mortimer, "I mean, he's not bothering me."
"Will you come to the park with us?" asked William.
Mortimer looked at Wanda, then shook his head. "I'm not feeling very well today."
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Post by Analyse on May 14, 2006 18:59:23 GMT -5
Wanda's heart had sped up slightly at the question and her breath caught in her throat, only returning to normal when Mortimer declined.
Forcing a smile, she kissed the top of Michael's head. "It's just us for today, sweetie," she murmured softly.
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Post by Toad on May 14, 2006 19:01:37 GMT -5
She doesn't want you in her life, she doesn't want you in her kids' lives.
"But Morrimer tells stories!"
"Yeah, I wanna hear about Thomas Solo and Michael Skywalker again!"
"I'm all out of stories," he said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Sorry."
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Post by Analyse on May 14, 2006 19:07:18 GMT -5
Wanda sighed softly, feeling a little guilty about trying to stay away from Mortimer. "Hey, it'll still be fun," she offered. "We can play on the swings."
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Post by Toad on May 14, 2006 19:09:03 GMT -5
Yeah, it'll be more fun without me anyway...
He took another sip of his coffee. His head throbbed. Everything was just so loud...
"OK, Mommy." Thomas seemed a little disappointed, but it wasn't something he wouldn't be able to get over.
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Post by Analyse on May 14, 2006 19:13:29 GMT -5
Wanda smiled softly and picked up the boy, resting him on her hip and kissing his forehead lightly. "You'll have fun, I promise," she murmured. Michael held out his arms to be picked up as well, grinning happily when she scooped him up as well. She winced a little but didn't mind.
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Post by Toad on May 14, 2006 19:15:26 GMT -5
See? They're forgetting about me already...
He stared down at his mug of coffee. Sharon walked into the kitchen, making a beeline for the fridge and opening it up. She took out a carton of milk and poured some into a bowl.
She sat down across from Mortimer, holding the bowl up to her mouth and lapping up the milk.
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Post by Analyse on May 14, 2006 19:17:59 GMT -5
She made a face as she saw Sharon eat, setting the boys down on the counter again. "Finish your breakfasts, okay?" she said softly, looking over at the toaster where her toast was sitting and gradually getting colder. Grabbing the now cold toast, she started pulling bits off and started to eat slowly.
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Post by Toad on May 14, 2006 19:22:35 GMT -5
"Like your table manners are that much better," muttered Sharon. "At least I don't chew with my mouth open." She turned and looked at Mortimer, "you wanna explain this?" She thurst out her hand, revealing a deep, yet healing, gash across her palm. "The broken scotch bottle in the driveway did this. Now, who here drinks himself into oblivion every night..."
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Post by Analyse on May 14, 2006 19:28:30 GMT -5
Wanda rolled her eyes, nibbling at her toast. "Maybe you should look where you're walking then, huh?" she snapped at Sharon. She completely ignoring the comment on her table manners.
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Post by Toad on May 14, 2006 19:31:10 GMT -5
"I wasn't talking to you," said Sharon. She put her hand down on the table. "While I do appreciate the little show you two put on last night, I'd like certain idiots to think before they smash bottles of scotch on the driveway."
"I'm sorry," he said, not looking at her. "I didn't think anyone would get hurt."
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Post by Analyse on May 14, 2006 19:35:48 GMT -5
Hexes played at Wanda's fingertips and she growled. "It wasn't a show for your sick amusement, you bitch. Next time look before you walk around. Broken glass gets left all over this damn street."
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Post by Toad on May 14, 2006 19:37:29 GMT -5
"Then next time take it inside," snapped Sharon, "oh wait, you and Pyro did take it inside." She arched an eyebrow, "how was he?"
"Sharon, shut up," muttered Mortimer.
"Mommy, what's a bitch?"
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Post by Analyse on May 14, 2006 19:42:06 GMT -5
Wanda closed her eyes, rubbing her eyes slightly and letting the hexes fizzled out. "What the hell makes you think anything happened between me and Pyro? He helped me put the twins to bed and then we made our way to our seperate rooms..."
Thomas poked Michael lightly. "That's what Granpa calls Mommy when he's mad," he answered softly.
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Post by Toad on May 14, 2006 19:44:12 GMT -5
"Are you sure you weren't banging him?" asked Sharon, "I mean, you seem to have a tough time keeping your legs closed."
Mortimer kicked her chair, sending her sprawling across the floor.
"Son of a bitch! What the hell was that for?"
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Post by Analyse on May 14, 2006 19:47:44 GMT -5
Wanda growled and bit her lip to keep from screaming at Sharon. "Go upstairs," she murmured and set the twins on the floor. "Get your shoes and your coats, okay?"
The twins nodded and ran off.
As soon as the twins were out of earshot, Wanda rounded on Sharon. "Did you really have to bring that up in front of my children?"
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Post by Toad on May 14, 2006 19:50:06 GMT -5
"My foot slipped," said Mortimer blandly.
Sharon got up, slowly morphing into a feline hybrid. "You mean you never told them that they were mistakes?" she asked. She raked her nails across Mortimer's face. He screamed. "Oh, oops, my hand just slipped."
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Post by Analyse on May 14, 2006 19:54:00 GMT -5
Wanda's anger boiled over and hexes shot from her fingertips, catching Sharon and throwing her up against the wall. "Unless you want to end up inside out, I suggest you shut up."
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Post by Toad on May 14, 2006 19:57:29 GMT -5
Sharon hissed in pain. "You mad because I know how you really feel about your kids or because I scratched the lush you like to use?" she asked.
Mortimer rubbed his cheek, unintentionally smearing blood across it. He picked up some napkins, pressing them against his face.
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