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[molotov]

[Molotov had really been expecting it to happen a little earlier. But when she wakes up, she notices the distinct sound of playing. In a room that had been mostly sealed up until now. She throws her robe on, then goes to make sure that her suspicions are correct.]

Mama!

[Molotov holds her arms out for the now-three-year-old Andropov, and lifts her up.]

Let's go wake up Daddy, huh?


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[Later on, the three are out and about, doing... family stuff. Molotov mostly wants to lord the fact that her child is perfect and wonderful and gorgeous over people. Come say hi?]

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[assassino]

[Later on, Ezio is out and about, doing... well, stupid Ezio stuff. He stops when he sees them, though, a little surprised that they have a little girl with them.]

That was fast...

[You know the pregnancy, the birthing, the raising... no one has ever explained Baby Week to him.]

[molotov]

[Molotov stops too, when she sees Ezio, holding tightly to Andropov's little hand.]

What was?

[assassino]

[Aaaand that's when Ezio realizes that what he said was stupid.]

Ahh... never mind, I was just wondering who the child is.

[molotov]

This is Andropov, my daughter.

[Molotov tries to push Andropov toward Ezio, but the little girl just clings to Molotov's hand, looking up at them with her finger in her mouth.]

ROOM 509; morning

[samson]

[Brock's still asleep! He halfway woke up when Molotov leapt off the bed, but when she didn't start screaming or loudly killing guys, he just rolled over and went back to bed. He was worn out, if you know what I mean.]

[molotov]

[Molotov carries Andropov into the bedroom, and gently sis her down next to Brock's head. She leans over and gently kisses his cheek, then moves back so that Andy will be the first thing he sees.]

Wake up, muzh...

[whatialways_do]

[Joanne is showing off her finger paintings to Max as they make their way back to the castle. That's up until the point where she spots Molotov and Andropov, and waves]

Hi!

[Max will turn and give a small wave as well.]

[molotov]

[Andropov looks up hesitantly at Molotov, who smiles and squeezes her hand, then waves, perhaps more shyly.]

Hi.

[Molotov just nods in acknowledgement to Max.]

[whatialways_do]

[one small wave is all she needs and Joanne is bounding over to get to know the girl who clearly could become her new best friend]

I'm Joanne.

[molotov]

[Andropov is a wary kid in general, so she just watches, clutching Molotov's hand and part of her own tutu. Because she wouldn't wear anything but a tutu today.]

My name is Andropov, but sometimes people call me Andy.

[samson]

[Brock groggily opens his eyes, frowning confusedly for a few long seconds at the face in front of him. Lady, he just woke up, that's kind of rude ...

After an extended pause, he blinks and breaks into a wide smile, reaching out to stroke Andy's hair. Curly dumb hair that she magically inherited from Brock, sigh.] Well, hey.

[molotov]

[Andropov beams and latches onto Brock's neck, her little arms locking behind him.] Daddy! Daddy, will you make breakfast?

[assassino]

Your... daughter? [A glance between Molotov and Brock, eyes widening a touch] As I said before, then... that was fast...

[samson]

[He just looks down at Andropov.] No, she's like ... magic. Didn't anybody tell you about the magic babies or anything?

[samson]

Yeah, sure I can, honey. [KISSU YOUR FACE :')

But lmao he looks at Molotov, eyebrow quirked.] Take her to the kitchen for me, huh, doll?

[because he doesn't have clothes on]

[molotov]

Da. Come on, Andropov, we can go put out ingredients for Daddy, huh?

[She just scoops up Andy and carries her away to the kitchen, while Andy babbles about smiley face pancakes.]

[molotov]

[MOLOTOV STOMPS ON BROCK'S FOOT] Hey, I told you no m-word when you talk about her.

[samson]

[Now that he is free to put on clothes, Brock gets up and does that. He takes a moment to visit the bathroom, though he figures their magic baby is hungry, so he doesn't waste any time shaving.

He strolls into the kitchen.] So, what kind of breakfast do my girls want?

[whatialways_do]

You wanna play?

[molotov]

Chocachip pancakes!

[Molotov smirks] With smiley faces.

[molotov]

[Molotov sort of pushes Andropov forward.] Play what?

[samson]

[Brock raises his eyebrows.] Chocachip smiley faces, huh? Well, that's pretty hard. I'll see what I can do.

[BIG OL' WINK at Molotov though, it's easy.]

[assassino]

[Curious look.]

No? Does that then mean... [Can't use the m-word? Uh...] she is special to Paradisa?

[samson]

[Brock just scowls at Molotov, but refrains from giving her a kick in the presence of Andropov. And Ezio too, probably.]

Yeah ... every year, lots of people get, uh, "special" kids for ... well, a little while. [Doesn't want to think about how short of a time they have with her :'(]

[molotov]

Try... try really hard, Daddy! Don't make frowns!!!