ƒ014. adventures in babysitting

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[There's a four year old girl running around Robb Stark's room. Faith is standing in the middle of it, trying to see if she's gonna wear herself out. It's not going well.]

I wanna wear a beautiful dress!!

[She shuts her eyes and tries to not get to that point of yelling. She remembers how it was growing up, but she was never like this.]

C'mon, what about these shorts.

Pants are ugly.

What? I wear pants.

No. Girls wear beautiful dresses and I want a ~beautiful~ dress!!

[Sigh.] Right... [She goes to grab the journal, planning on filtering to Buffy - or God help her Lana... but oh, right, it's already open. She's going to wish for a dress, but she's still not comfortable wishing for things... for her MAGIC KID.]

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[Why does it feel like there is someone else in bed with her? She's pretty aware of her surroundings... all of the time, so hearing someone breathing beside her makes her run a mental check-list of what the hell she did the night before. She's about eighty-seven percent sure she went home alone. Her head tips over, trying to see who it is. Dark hair... broad shoulders, alright not bad. But also ... not familiar.

She'll just poke at him.]

'Sup.

[luthored]

[ Oh God the Slayer skank had a baby??? But seriously Lana's a little worried about that child, especially since she doesn't know who the father is. She can't help but worry it might be Damon.

Okay. Sound curious, but not too interested. ]

Just so you know, your journal is open.

How old is she?

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Yeah... I figured that out. [The little one has thrown the shorts at the wall.]

Four. 'least that's what she says. [It was an interesting first day and now it's looking to be a really long second one.]

[luthored]

Then it's probably true.

[ Once a child's old enough to tell their own age, they're usually pretty proud about showing that knowledge off... And she might mention that she loved 'pretty dresses' as a toddler as well, but she'd rather not Faith view her under that stereotype again. It was annoying enough the first time. ]

That age is a handful.

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[Faith sits down on the floor. The sound of bare feet thudding around the room continues to circle her.]

I just want her to calm down. It's like she's on something. [a beat] She's not -- I mean, she had cereal this morning. [Don't jump to conclusions there.]

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[young_wolf]

[Robb jerks awake after being poked and sits up quickly. Far too quickly if his not quite healed wounds have anything to say about it. He grits his teeth until his surrounds swim back into focus and his eyes settle on...a lady. In his bed.]

Who are you?

[He's just woken up, his body hurts and he's terribly confused so all courtesies have flown out of his mind. His mother would be so upset.]

[luthored]

Toddlers are normally very energetic, and considering who her mother is, she probably has energy to spare and no outlet. It might help to try to get her to play outside where she can run, and trying to teach her something that she'll want to focus on.

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[Yeah... she's giving you the once over. Sounds familiar...]

Faith. [Also, the wincing doesn't really bode well for her.]

I didn't... do that to you, right? [God, if she has some crazy alter ego that is going off and banging up hot guys without telling her... that'd be really shitty.] The reason you're ... making those excruciatingly pained faces. Wasn't me, right?

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I just gotta get her dressed. [The running stops.]


You got me a dress?

[Sigh] Not yet. Just, if we go outside, you don't wanna get it all dirty. You should try the shorts and the shirt. [please wear the pants. and n o p e the running starts again.]

Teach her? [Yeah, she's back to the journal again.] Like Hooked on Phonics?

[luthored]

[ Oh good God just let her wear the dress... B| No no, keep your backseat parenting to yourself, Lana. ]

Um, something like that... But it could be any activity. Something to turn into a game. Kids can be competitive, and they thrive under positive reinforcement, like getting gold stars or coupons for hugs and the like.

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[That... means wishing for a dress!!!! She already wore her first dress... and they were going to get Sansa to help. FAITH IS NOT CUT OUT FOR THIS, but she's trying. :| So... just chill, Lana and stop thinking she's the old Faith.]

Yeah... alright. [She nods, watching Cate run around like a wild monkey.]

Did you get a kid?

[luthored]

No, I didn't.

[imnot_likeyou]

[there's a bit of a smirk in his voice as he speaks]

She sounds like a handful.

[wield]

Wow. Did you get shipped the wrong kid or something?

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[The long pause makes Faith a bit uncomfortable.]

Sorry.

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She's just hyper. [Or crazy.]

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I don't know? It's not like she had a label on her. [She is pretty much the spitting image of her and Robb... which is creepy and interesting.]

[imnot_likeyou]

[Let's go with hyper.]

I've got some of Hannah's extra clothes in my room if you want to borrow something? I can't guarantee they're her size, but ... it's something.

[something she doesn't have to wish for. And ... all little girls are the same size, right?]

Dictated forever

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris is about as amused as he's able to get at any given time]

It seems she wishes to be a lady.

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[Oh familiar voice... she's missed you.]

Yeah, I'm getting that idea. [Cate just runs circles around her, sliding around on the floor with her sock covered feet.]

Sam offered some clothing, but who knows if it'll meet her standards.

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Yeah, that'd be great, Sam. [She sighs, leaning back against the dresser.]

Hannah's your kid?

[imnot_likeyou]

Yeah. Me and Jo? She owns the Lux.

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Yeah, I've been in there a few times.

She a stranger to you? ['Cause she woke up with a guy she only had one conversation with.]

[imnot_likeyou]

No. We're from the same world. She's a really good friend.

[they also used to date, but they had Hannah before that.

He thinks.

... It's complicated.]

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Gotcha. [Cate is now trying to climb on Faith.]

Ow. Hair. Hair! [And thunk she's off and running around toward the bed.]

How old is Hannah?