paradisalogs | IT'S A BABY-BONANZA!

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IT'S A BABY-BONANZA!

Good morning, residents! Did you sleep well? You're going to need all the energy you can muster because congratulations: You're parents! Again! The Paradisa Stork has paid some very lucky residents a visit last night, and even moved them to a more kid-friendly environment.

Some of you may already recognize your little bundle of joy and--my, how they've grown! Others will have to get acquainted with their little rugrats. You may not know them, but they certainly know you. By they way? They're bored. And hungry! And they want all the attention you could possibly give them.

It's going to be a long week.

(ooc: Use this as a catch-all post! This will be the only mass post for the Sunny Skies Retreat, so you may use it for any day that you'd like. Feel free to make your own posts and/or sections whenever you'd like!

SECTIONS: BEDROOMS | PLAY ROOM | PETTING ZOO | POOL | GARDENS | THE CASTLE)

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[MOM?! Her fears have been confirmed!]

I'm-- I'm your mother? I-- Oohh [Mitsuru dropped on the floor, fainted]

Edited 2013-05-19 19:40 (UTC)

[What the?]

[He'll frown, putting a hand on the bed post and using it as support as he drags his right leg and avoiding putting any weight on it. Geez, this whole thing was going to undo any healing his leg and shoulder may have gotten...

He'll get to Mitsuru's side and carefully kneel down, most of his weight on his left leg, reaching over and getting the woman into an upright position.

He'll just glance up at the kid then, raising an eyebrow.]

The hell did you do, kid?

Edited 2013-05-19 19:45 (UTC)

Mom does that a lot... You're married to her and you didn't know?

[... 'Mom'? 'Married'? ...Married? Him?]

Don't be ridiculous, kid. Marriage is the last thing I have on my mind.

[He'll glance down at the fainted Kirijo, then his eyes would notice that ring on Mitsuru's finger. As if against his better judgment, he glanced at his own hand-- and sure enough, there was a ring there too.]

Wait a second. What the hell is this?

[What kind of sick castle game was being played here?]

I dunno... You tell me [Mariko responded with sarcasm. She just sassily puts her headphones back on and focused on her cooking]

[...man, what a snarky kid.]

Is she even old enough to cook?

[Of course, he'll flash back to that theater lock-in incident, and what that one guy said. The castle's tradition of giving a bunch of residents kids to take care of...

...is that what this was? He didn't warn Pixy of the 'faux marriage' part of it. He was a mercenary, not a husband.

He reaches to the ring and attempts to pull it off, but damn, that thing won't budge. He gives an annoyed sigh.]

How did the castle think this would be at all amusing?

[...Oh yeah. Kirijo.

He'll look down at her, lightly hitting her face.]

Wake up, kid. I can't keep this position all day.

Wha- Huh? Did I just faint...?

[He rolls his eyes.]

No, you had an impromptu nap on the floor.

[Welp, now we know where that kid got it.]

You alright?

I-I'm fine...

[She slowly got up, and looked at the kid. The blanket is on the floor, so she's wearing nothing but that black lingerie again. She doesn't notice since all of her focus is on the current situation, and the kid]

Is she really...?

[The kid turned the stove off and put the food on a bowl that is on the tray.]

Breakfast is ready!

[The kid giggles and raises both her hands up in the air. She's proud of her achievement]

I made some toast with happy faces on them, Dad! Look! [She showed Pixy a toast with a simple smiley face]

And the maids brought some of that tea you love, Mom! What is it called again? Dar... Darling?

Edited 2013-05-19 20:15 (UTC)

[...what is this. He stares at the toast and blinks. A lot of questions were going through his head right now. Like why there was a child that could cook without harming herself. And why there were rings glued to their fingers. And why Mitsuru hadn't noticed that she was in plain sight with her lingerie.]

That's... great, kid.

[...how do you get smiley faces in toast like that, anyway?

He'll notice Weiss bound over once food became apparent, stopping near him. He reach over and pat the dog briefly again and lets out an annoyed sigh. He'll get to trying to figure out how to get up without tearing his shoulder and leg apart shortly.]

I guess this is what that guy was talking about...

Heehee! [x3. She giggles, proud of herself thanks to the praise she just received]

Come on, let's eat! I want to play at the ball pit!

[She jumped down the stool and ran to the dining table, expecting her parents to do all the carrying of the food. Weiss followed her to the dining table. It seems the two are very close already]

Edited 2013-05-19 20:29 (UTC)

[Mitsuru sighs and offers a helping hand to Pixy]

You heard her...

[He looks up at Mitsuru for a moment before taking her hand, pushing himself up with his left leg to get back to his feet. He wobbled slightly before letting go of her hand, dragging his leg to learn on the counter.]

You're going to have breakfast dressed in that, mom?

[Yeap. He's all over the snarking about this already.]

[Mitsuru rolls her eyes]

Of course I wouldn't, darling

[Mitsuru picked up the blanket and struts to the back near the bed. She threw the blanket on the bed and grabbed some clothes from the closet nearby. She gave Larry another glare before going to the bathroom to change.]

[Meanwhile, the girl was already sitting on a chair slightly higher than two others. She's already munching on some crispy toast, and what looks like microwaved chicken fingers. Her legs were wiggling while she's enjoying her breakfast.

Weiss was eating off of a bowl on the floor besides the girl's chair. She waved at Pixy, inviting him to come over and eat]

Come on, dad! [:3]

[He only smirks at Mitsuru when she glares at him, turning away when she shut the door. If nothing else, he'd get ammunition to use against Mitsuru for the duration of this event. They'd probably bounce off of each other the whole time.

He'll glance briefly at Mariko before carrying over what food Mariko left there and set it on the table. He'd lean on the chair while getting another smirk on his face.]

Seems that mother of yours is in a bad mood this morning.

Are you two fighting again?

[Mariko looks suddenly upset]

[He'll briefly look at her oddly and raise an eyebrow before he waves his hand carelessly.]

Fighting? Hardly. It'd take more than a few comments to get us into it.

Really? [D:]

[Man, paranoid, much?]

Bouncing a few comments off of each other doesn't make an argument, kid. Don't get yourself worked up about it.

... Okay! I believe you!

[She gets back to nibbling her toast and take a sip of chocolate milk in a box]

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