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- Posted: Thu, 16 Aug 2012 00:00:42 +0000
I'm here:at home // I'm going here: to the square // I'm feeling: curious about these paintings // I'm with: noone at the moment
Beatrice had been up at the crack of dawn with Henri, as per usual. His boundless energy only allowed about nine hours of sleep before he was unable to keep himself in the bed any longer. He was only seven, so she didn't want him getting up and wandering out of their house on his own. It would be another three years or so before she'd just let him wake up and take care of himself. However, even though he wasn't allowed to go out or do anything to loud, he still seemed to feel it was his duty to make sure his mom was awake as he was. It started with Beatrice feeling a tugging sensation on her scalp. Then - all of a sudden - it was freezing! If that wasn't enough, there was an earthquake to ensure she got herself out of bed to pacify the seven year old. It wasn't actually any of these things, merely Henri tugging on her hair, yanking off her covers, and jumping on the bed. "Mommmy! Moooooomma!" he called as he bounced relentlessly. " It's the festival! The New Year's festival! We gotta goooo! We gotta go NOWW!" Beatrice shot upwards into a sitting position and pulled the giggling child into her arms, nuzzling him close. "You terror! What makes you think you deserve to go to the festival?" She asked, a smile on her face. From in her arms, Henri grinned. " Because you love me and people'll be sad if I'm not there!" Beatrice gave her son a skeptical look with a bit of a smile. "And which people will that be?" Henri was silent for a moment, thinking, then yelled, "Everyone!" Oh, he was just so cute! Even if he was the biggest trouble maker she had ever met.
After helping him change into a suitable outfit - that did not consist half of Pj's and half of regular clothes - Beatrice managed to get Henri to sit still long enough at the kitchen table so he could eat the pancakes she was making. "Nmna, Ihm gowna get losha toys fom Chawlie tooay, Monma!" he said through a mouthful of syrupy mess. "And awl getoo phay wif Sabrhina!" Beatrice smiled, eating hers in a less grandeur manner. "I don't want you bothering Charlie too much today, okay? You already have a lot of toys from her, you don't need anymore," she said, trying to be sensible. He downed a glass of milk faster than if it were juice. "Moom, you can't ever have too many toys. You weren't ever a kid so you wouldn't know I guess," he said, matter of factly. She frowned. "And who did you learn that phrase from?" Of course, the instant response was Harley and she shook her head. He was always teaching Henri how to say things rudely. She hurried him away from the table as she cleaned up - he was in the way - and she could hear him running about through the living room, talking to himself. It was going to be a long day, she decided with a sigh.
It was a chore in and of itself to get the squirming seven year old in his jacket and to make sure he understood that the money she was giving him was to be used wisely. He wasn't going to get anymore. When they were out the door, Henri was off like a shot towards the square, Beatrice strolling along behind him. "You STAY in the square, Henri! You hear me? You STAY there, okay? Don't go off on another one of your escapades, just STAY in the square!" It sounded like she was yelling at a dog. And it was redundant anyway, he was too far gone with the visions of foods and toys galore. Still, he knew to come find her every hour on the hour or else he was under house/hot spring arrest for a week. She saw the little fluorescent green dot - she dressed him in bright colors so he could always be seen - disappear around the corner of town hall and into the square. She sighed and a weary smile spread across her lips. She' dhave to do a bit of looking around, and maybe later she might go back to the springs. She didn't have to work on holidays, but sometimes she and a few others felt like a good soak to relax.
In the square, she already saw Damien, as well as Ace, Yuuka, and Luke. henri was bothering Luke, causing her to chuckle. She pondered whether to go up to any of them, and instead had her attention caught by a stand with paintings on it. She loved painting, but didn't exactly have a knack for it. Beatrice crouched by the stand, occupying herself with appreciating the works of art before her.