13 - Erungar - Dictated + Action?

[radiantwingedone]

[ The fact that there was water running and contented burbles woke him first, but after that it was the fact that this wasn't his bed. He doesn't sleep with covers all neat like this.

At least he's not wearing a dress this time, and as far as his searching hands can tell, there isn't a second person in the bed. So far, better than the last two times. The burbling was weird, and..

that was definitely a voice from the direction of running water and Duke was not expecting the end of the bed right there.

The journal picks up his thump to the floor, and high, happy, child giggles. ]

.... what....

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[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke's happy that the crying has stopped. He's going to just.. stay sitting here for now, rubbing at his neck a bit. ]

How can crying be so stressing...

[compromisedarrow]

Natural paternal reaction, I guess.

[Clint gently turns the stroller away from the dresser as he moves to pull some clothes on.]

Okay, now what the hell is going on?

[radiantwingedone]

Hmn. [ Disagreeing, he shouldn't be a parent. ]

Last time woke in either another's room or with another in mine, doing of castle. [ A pause, and he'll just continue, perhaps a little bit quieter. ]

Very likely case here, as child feels of a combination of you and... [ Awkwardly trailing off time now. ]

[compromisedarrow]

What do you mean, feels?

[And a closer look at the kid is warrented now he has clothes on.]

And she does have your eyes. And my hair.

[radiantwingedone]

On a magic level. I can 'read' how individuals feel, and she feels like. [ A wave. Because you just said it.

More quietly added. ]

... then lights need to remain low. She will be sensitive to bright lights. [ He's not just blind, but albino as well. Have fun. ]

[compromisedarrow]

Magic? You're magical?

[Then that means...]

The kid's magical, too?

[And albino? Great.]

[radiantwingedone]

Correct. however, a learned sort. Capability is there, very likely, however nothing should happen. Unless castle alters that.

[ Hey. At least she doesn't have eyes, hair, and skin without pigment. She can enjoy the sunshine, for a little while, without getting nasty burns.

And being refered to as 'magical' feels a bit strange. ]

[compromisedarrow]

[Well, Clint's just going to wander over and pluck the baby up into his arms. She makes a happy noise, hits him over the head with the plush and grabs his finger.]

So I won't wake up turned into a toad one morning because she can't control it?

[radiantwingedone]

.... I do not even know if such a thing is possible. Where will all the mass of a human go? [ He's going to stay sitting and listening for now. ]

[compromisedarrow]

I take it people don't joke around where you're from.

[He walks over to Duke, strangely calm about all of this... On the outside, at least.]

Hold your arms out.

[radiantwingedone]

Incorrect; I have been told that it is simply a failing on my part, understanding - [ What.

Confused, not clicking exactly what he was going to receive if he did so until a point when it wouldn't be safe to pull his arms back... he holds his arms out. ]

[compromisedarrow]

[And Clint lays the baby in his arms.]

Careful, now. Don't drop her.

[radiantwingedone]

.... [ Really... really carefully moving right now. Uhm.

He doesn't know how to deal with people what does he do with babies?

... Carefully shift so that its somewhat the way one holds onto animals - support head and rear, and draw her a little closer to his torso, he guesses.

Really uncomfortable looking what if he breaks her. ]

.... [ Or gets his hair tugged on. ]

[compromisedarrow]

Don't be scared. She's not going to hurt you.

[As if to emphasise that point, the baby giggles and reaches out to touch Duke's face.]

See? She likes you.

[radiantwingedone]

Encounters with children are not something I have had man- [ And now there are fingers in his mouth.

Duke is going to sit still and let the child play with his face now. No accidental chomping on fingers. ]

[compromisedarrow]

[Clint's smiling at this.]

Told you.

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke can't tell you're smiling.

And the child is playing with his mouth now so. no response. ]

[compromisedarrow]

[And Barton's just going to sit and watch the baby -- their baby -- Still smiling.]

So, how the hell does this work? I'm a guy, you're a guy. I don't remember doing you, or vice-versa...

[radiantwingedone]

. . . . . . . [ Duke hadn't wanted to think about even the mechanics of that. ]

Castle, likely.

[compromisedarrow]

Huh... Wonder how it did that.

[radiantwingedone]

..... If it can revive us, at a cost, who is to say it does not know other things. Recombine genetics, result is- [ Sticking her hands back in his mouth.

Seems she wants to grab his voice or something. ]

[compromisedarrow]

Wait, we come back if we die here? That wasn't in the brochure.

[And it's a little more concerning than his tone lets on. Why would this pla-

Oh, lookit! Baby being cute! Clint's just going to chuckle.]

She likes your voice.

[radiantwingedone]

Should keep hands out of mouth then. [ It might be clear, those words, but it might be carefully said about little fingers and thus muffled and mangled.

Are they just going to refer to her as baby and she? ]

[compromisedarrow]

[Clint's just going to walk closer and rescue Duke from her.]

She needs a name. Any ideas?

[radiantwingedone]

[ Thank you, he likes to be able to talk. Although Clint may get Duke-spit on his face now from those little fingers. ]

.... Am not particularly... skilled at naming. Would likely be an alteration of an location name, any idea provided.