Daddy for the 5th Time... and Still Not Used to It [Backdated to Morning]

[peacockherald]

[Well... this was a surprise.

For starters, he was human again. Thank the Gods! He was getting scarily familiar with a peacock anatomy, and he had no wish to become comfortable with it in the least. So yes, he was very thankful that he was fully human again, even if it did seem to be with a distinct lack of clothing and a smattering of his formerly white feathers along the floor. 

He shifted to sit up in bed... and suddenly because aware of the fact that there was someone else in the bed with him. He blinked and turned to look, his eyes widened when he saw a familiar head of silver hair lying on the pillow next to him.

Miles Edgeworth.

What in the havens?

Any confusion he had about that was summarily destroyed when the cracking wail of a baby slammed through the room. He winced and turned his gaze towards the source.... only to see a tiny little girl standing at the foot of the bed, peering over it at them, a stuffed white horse in her arms and tears in her eyes]

Papa, Daddy.... I had a bad dream.

[WHAT?] 

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[peacockherald]

_{[He nodded, handing her over to Miles and quietly waiting for them both to go so he can wish up some clothing for himself.]}

[cantacquityou]

[He takes the little girl and heads upstairs toward the kitchen to sit and wait until there's any sort of indication from Vanyel that he has dressed. Seriously, for all the people that end up randomly popping up in his bed, he certainly doesn't get any action.

When he gets there, he places the child on the floor, who then proceeds to promptly skitter about the kitchen floor and observe ...like, everything. In the meantime, have one Miles Edgeworth trotting around, attempting to steer her away from various fragile items, commanding a series of, 'please don't touch that!'s and 'come back here!'s...alternating between both German and English..whichever one she'll understand at the moment. 'Papa,' hurry up and halp?]

[peacockherald]

<sub>[Vanyel wishes up soft doe skin trousers, soft indoor boots, and a simple dark blue jerkin with silver colored laces. He tugged it on and belted it before heading up the stairs, following the sounds.

He came up just as she was skittering past, and he reached out, scooping her up and balancing her on his hip.]</sub>

What are you doing then, eh, causing him such trouble? If you aren't careful, your Companion will run away if you keep behaving so!

[cantacquityou]

[She doesn't seem rather bothered by the words more than happy to be scooped up by Papa. She bounces a bit in his arms as she greets him.]

Papaaa...! Goo' moinin'! Guh moinin'! Goo' moinin,' Papa! Guhmoinin'!




...Perhaps taking her little 'Companion' away for a minute rather than telling her would be a little more effective, in the near future...

[peacockherald]

_{[He just gives the other a look and bounces the little girl.]}

Well, since we are in the kitchen, how about some breakfast?

[cantacquityou]

[He silently groans...so much for getting any sleep.]

...We may very well be holding someone's child captive and your antecedent concern is breakfast...

[peacockherald]

Considering she calls us Papa and Daddy, I sincerely doubt she is someone else's. Children rarely make such mistakes.

[cantacquityou]

You honestly think--...




...You have got to be kidding me...