Chapter Ten- Suddenly a Baby

[thetrudger]

[Geoff turns over in his bed, cuddling against the person next to him. …The person next to him?! His eyes snap open to find his arm draped around Bucky.

Oh. This wasn’t so bad. But how did they end up like this?

That question is immediately replaced with another burning question as soon as Chaucer hears a shrill cry. He nudges Bucky.]

Bucky. Bucky, wake up. When were you going to tell me you had a child?

[ooc: Yep. Open over the journals.]

Comments

[blue_sniper]

Not that good with kids, huh?

[wizard_redfive]

I tend to avoid them.

[blue_sniper]

Technically, you're still a kid yourself.

[wizard_redfive]

Am not.

/threadjacks because I am an awful person

[thetrudger]

Yes, you are.

[Because he loves to troll Dairine. Plus this'll probably freak Bucky out, and that's always fun. Seriously, why did you guys allow him in your filter?]

yes, yes you are.

[blue_sniper]

Nobody asked you, Geoff. [Being mean to his boyfriend is what he does best.]

And yes, Dair, you're technically still a kid. I'm 26. You're 14. It's a matter of age.

you mean wonderful person

[wizard_redfive]

Chaucer... [You're on thin ice man. Both of you. >:l

Actually she's 13. ((Or 12, depending on canon interpretation.)) Dairine is tempted to correct Bucky, but not right now. It would only hurt her argument.]

It's a matter of maturity! I wasn't a kid when I was 10, and I'm not one now.

[thetrudger]

In some ways, perhaps. But you are far more mature than Bucky, so I'll give you that.

[blue_sniper]

[All the glaring at you, Geoff.] Are you sure you don't have that backwards and you're the one Dair's more mature than?

[wizard_redfive]

Or maybe you're both right. Ever think of that?

[thetrudger]

[And he'll just be tossing a pillow at that face.] She has a point. I believe Dairine wins this argument.

[blue_sniper]

[Bucky wards off the pillow and glares some more at Geoff.] Right.

[wizard_redfive]

[Pillow fighting? Really? Are you two trying to prove her point?]

Of course I win! Don't worry though – I'm used to it. [You can practically hear her michivous smirk from across the journal.]

[thetrudger]

[All the lightheartedness.]

Stop it with that glaring.

And stop it with that boasting. Really, must I revoke my statement?

[blue_sniper]

[It's all Geoff's fault.] Never.

[wizard_redfive]

Revoking it won't change the truth.

[She will never stop boasting. NEVER. :P]

[thetrudger]

Don't make me come over there.

[He heaves a heavy sigh.]

I have unwittingly surrounded myself with the most stubborn people.

[blue_sniper]

If you could find her. You do know she's a wizard that can teleport, right?

You're the one who's dating me, so you don't get to complain.

[wizard_redfive]

Yuuup.

[Dair just keeps grinning. This is the best entertainment she's had in a long time.]

[thetrudger]

Perhaps Dairine is saved. But you, sir, are stuck with me.

And of course I get to complain. I'm a writer, that's what we do.

[blue_sniper]

I tried to get rid of him and it didn't work. [Bucky's only partly joking.] And no, you don't get to complain. Go...write about your complains with me. Don't writers do that?

[wizard_redfive]

[Just listening in for now. Popcorn-ing this like a boss.]

[thetrudger]

I shall! I shall write a sad tale of how Bucky only glares at the man who gives him nothing but affection.

[blue_sniper]

And I'll write corrections in the margins when you're not looking about Geoffrey Chaucer, the man who teased his boyfriend too much.

[wizard_redfive]

[There is laughter from the other side of the journal.

So. much. laughter.]