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[upholsteredvelvet]

Who: Waver Velvet & Assassin of the Many Names
Where: Their flat
When: To...day... yes.
Summary: WHY IS PARENTING SO HARD? By which I mean just domestic fluffy shenanigans.
Warnings: ...Waver abuse?


[It's a little disheartening how quickly Waver gets into a routine. Do odd jobs around town, read at the library for a while, and then come home with dinner. He's never even been in the habit of regular dinners before living with the MacKenzies, and now with his little charge-- ah, he should probably bring home a toothbrush--

And that's exactly the problem. Stop on the way home to fetch dinner and a toothbrush, come home with dinner (he forgot the lettuce for the salad again! Dammit!), two toothbrushes because he isn't certain which cartoony mascot she'd prefer, four children's books of dubious printing quality, and a plush that hasn't yet decided if it would like to be a bear or a pig, and chocolate syrup without any ice cream or cakes to use it on.

...Maybe he can drink it right out of the bottle while she isn't looking.]

I'm home.

Comments

[smallskull]

[She shakes her head, and then she lifts the bags higher to illustrate. She does not, however, set her load on the counter, instead just leaving the groceries on the floor in front.]

[The bear-pig gets to go on the counter, though, where it can sit and watch everything with its beady-eyed stare. Her toothbrushes, too. And her books. Assassin studies their covers one-by-one.]

[upholsteredvelvet]

[Waver is at least very perceptive when it comes to her little quirks, so there may be a small smile on his face as he digs through the bags for his dinner ingredients. He might even hum a little as he puts his apron on.]

[smallskull]

[When she hears him hum, she glances up from the book she seems to have settled on. (It's the one about monsters, for the record.) She watches him for a second longer, and then she sets the book down and zips over to him, standing at his elbow and peering at dinners ingredients.]

[upholsteredvelvet]

[He's chopping peppers and there's an onion and some chicken nearby. VEGETABLES EVERYWHERE.]

...Er. Did you want to help?

[smallskull]

[She studies the array of vegetables for a moment longer, and then she looks up to Waver. She nods, though the motion isn't as decisive as it might general be. Well, maybe it wasn't her original intention, but...]

[upholsteredvelvet]

[Should he let her handle knives? She's young, but she is very competent. Waver considers it for a long moment before stepping back and offering her the knife.]

If you cut yourself, I won't let you near so much as a pair of scissors again.

[There, that sounds threatening, right? Hohoho.]

[smallskull]

[She puffs up slightly at that, seeming indignant. Maybe that means she takes his threat seriously, though.]

[upholsteredvelvet]

Don't look at me, you'd be the ninny who'd done it.

[It's just not the Waver Velvet way to simply say he trusts her not to cut herself.]

[smallskull]

[Uuuu... Her hands are preoccupied, and she can't menace him with the knife. He's saying dumb things while she can't retaliate! For that, she treats him to one of her rare wordless vocalizations—and an unusually loud one at that—as she tosses her head and harrumphes. Turning to the vegetables in front of her, she sets to work, chopping them extra intently.]

[upholsteredvelvet]

Well how am I supposed to know? It isn't normal for children your age to know how to handle them, so it'd be silly to just assume!

[He's arguing with a mute 8 year old (or so. Possibly.) about her proficiency with knives. This is what his life is reduced to.]

[smallskull]

[She continues to glare at the vegetables in front of her. She can't really argue his point, since she doesn't actually know what would or would not be normal, but this doesn't seem that hard... In any case, she's going to chop up all these vegetables and she won't cut herself at all, and that'll show him!]

[upholsteredvelvet]

[Waver honestly isn't certain what disturbs her more; that she took offence in the first place, or that she seems to know what she's doing enough to prove him wrong.]

[smallskull]

[There. There are your stupid vegetables, Waver!!!]

[upholsteredvelvet]

[He should say something encouraging, right? Something encouraging...]

They look nice.

[No, that's stupid.]

Er. Good job, I mean.