family reunion day 2; dated to 9:00 AM

[estival]

[Breakfast with the family is a great way to start out the morning, right? But with a reunion this big, tables outside is the only way it's really going to work. Resort workers are standing over tables spread out with heated trays of scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, French toast, and biscuits and gravy. There are more tables with plates arranged with sliced pieces of fruit. There's another long table devoted entirely to different kinds of cereal, with gallons and gallons of milk to pour over it. And of course there are dozens of round tables set up where people can actually sit and eat with each other before really starting out their day -

There's also the grassy lawn facing the lake where those who would rather can take their plates and sit in a slightly more informal setting.

This is a chance to hang out with some of the family that isn't so closely related to you! Enjoy that.]

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[chubbycreampuff]

[ Kirby would eventually run to Sherlock. He's on a mission to meet all of his extended family, even this guy who looks kind of scary! ]

Poyo! [ he greets, giving him a little cheerful wave. ]

[workaphilic]

[good god, this family.]

-- Yes, hello. Do you need something?

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Clearly the best family.

Kirby looked a bit bashful, before offering him a paper with a drawing he had made. Obviously, he had been doing his best to cater to everyone with his terrible art, so he had drawn a crude stick-figure version of Sherlock along with John. ]

Poyo...!

[workaphilic]

Oh.

[He's not sure what else to do, so he leans down to take it, at least. He doesn't pay very close attention to the edges of the family more distant from him, so he's confused when extra attention gets sent seemingly his way.

What's the right thing to say here? Just a child, he's expected to say something...]

-- Thank you. [The words come out stilted, like he doesn't use them very often. (He doesn't.)] I suppose.

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Even if stilted, the words still make Kirby twirl in happiness. ] Poyoyo!

[ And then he points to the food. Do you want to eat together? ] Poyo?

[workaphilic]

[Well, at least the meaning isn't hard to figure out. He shakes his head.]

No, that's-- fine. [God, politeness is hard.] Not hungry.

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Oh. Kirby doesn't understand how people can ever manage that, but he nods in understanding regardless.

But he does want to hang out with him, he really does. So the puffball would run off momentarily... returning with his favorite ball. ]

Poyo poyo?

[ He just wants to be your friend...... ]

[workaphilic]

[He glances around a little. Isn't there anyone else who can do this? A guardian, or something? He's seriously not equipped for it.]

Yes, what is it now?

[He's not sure how kosher it is to play fetch with a family member.]

[chubbycreampuff]

[ He would give Sherlock a second to prepare as he showed him the ball before throwing it up to him. ]

Poyo!

[workaphilic]

[Oh. Okay. Yeah. Sherlock catches the ball, and then carefully tucks that piece of paper under his arm.]

What do you want me to do? Throw it?

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Have a happy nod! He would hold out his little hands, ready for him to throw. ]

Poyo!

[workaphilic]

[If there was a competition for being awkward, Sherlock would be winning it right now. He looks from Kirby to the ball, and-- oh, fine.

He tosses it.]

[chubbycreampuff]

Poyo!

[ Victory!

Kirby catches it without too much difficulty, obviously delighted that he had agreed to throw it.

And Kirby tosses the ball right back up. Hey, at least he wasn't just standing there, right? ]

[workaphilic]

[Again? Oh. Okay. He tosses it back. How many times is he supposed to do this??

Oh, well. It's keeping his hands occupied for the moment, anyway.]

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Feel like a good distant relative, Sherlock. Kirby is having the time of his life!

The puffball caught this one, too, before throwing it back up. He is totally convinced that you are his friend now. ]

Poyo poyo!

[workaphilic]

[Oh, Kirby, why so cute. You keep on believing that.

He tosses it back more easily this time, his hands adapting to muscle memory.]

You seem pleased enough to be here.

[chubbycreampuff]

[ He's just too naive.......

Kirby catches it, also getting used to the actions as he throws it back.

He nods, though; he is pretty happy! It's nice to see everyone. ]

Poyo!

[ And then he would tilt his head, questioning. Did he not like it here? ] Poyo?

[workaphilic]

[Back and forth, back and forth....]

I can think of more pressing places for me to be.

[chubbycreampuff]

[ He continues catching and throwing.

But at that, Kirby would inquire again: ] Poyo?

[ Like where? What was more important than meeting the family? ]

[workaphilic]

[Anywhere. Everything.]

I've work to do.

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Have a confused look. Like what? ]

Poyo poyo?

[workaphilic]

Too complicated to explain.