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 Posted: Sat Jan 10, 2015 3:44 pm
She didn't bother telling Mikael what he'd need to pack, America just brought all the trip essentials herself along with making arrangements. Knocking on his door, she called out, "Who's ready to go to Disney World?" In a sundress over her bikini, flip flops, and a large straw hat, she obviously was.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 4:48 pm
Even if America had informed Mikael of what to bring, it would have been very unlikely that the boy would have brought them. As it was he answered the door dressed in some very grubby looking shorts. His room was an absolute disaster to say the least, clearly the habitation of someone who had never once in their life had to take care of themselves or clean up their own mess.
"I AM!" he cheered, waving his arms delightedly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 5:07 pm
America's smile turned grimly fixed. "Great!" She answered cheerfully before adjusting her bag, turning her back to the boy, and crouched down. "How 'bout a piggy back ride to our first stop?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 5:14 pm
Mik looked absolutely delighted at the prospect of this and without even a second's hesitation hopped up and climbed onto her back. "Yayyy!!" He said perhaps a little too loudly and close to delicate ears as he wrapped his arms about her neck and nestled his face against her hair.
He didn't even bother to lock or close his door.
"Låt oss gå till Disneyland!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 5:18 pm
She didn't bother closing the door. Theft would just be doing the room a favor. The first stop was her house and the large bathroom within.
"Alright, hun, first thing is a bath, otherwise they're gonna won't let us in and might just call child services."
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 5:36 pm
Mik's excitement didn't abate until he found himself staring down the prospect of a bath. "Ohhh no." he groaned. "Not a bath! Why a bath?" He'd though that he had somehow managed to escape to a place where he would never need to have a bath again, where he could just do what he wanted without the interruption of having to deal with washing.
"I don't need a bath I am fine!" he protested, rubbing a finger on his skin and holding his grubby hand up for inspection. "You see? Very clean."
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 5:46 pm
Dropping her bag, she reader out and grabbed a pristine white towel, wiping at the offered hand. Holding up the results, America raised her eyebrows. "You're dirty as sin, sweet pea. 'Sides I got bubble bath, the great big foamy sort. How long's it been since you been treated to such? I bet there's a buncha trainees who'd give their left ear to have one right now."
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 6:01 pm
Mik was about to say that America's towel was maybe broken when the mention of bubble bath stopped him in his tracks. He had always really liked bubble bath, his mum used to run him a foamy bath and it would be the best. It was evident America had won before he even opened his mouth, the pout disappearing and the moodiness going out of his posture. "It has been a long time. "
The feral wolf creature spoke up, baring his fangs. Water and confined spaces meant death, it meant fighting your way out to save your own life. trick.>
He didn't pay too much attention to Fen lately, he always wanted to get them into trouble. Whenever he listened it didn't go too well. "As long as I won't get attacked by tentacles." he said with a grave and serious expression.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 6:25 pm
"Good to be cautious," America nodded as she started the bath, adding a generous amount of bubble soap, enough that soon the bath would be only half water and the rest a foamy pile for him to play in. "But there's no monsters in my pipes. I've made sure. Now you settle in and I'll grab you some clean clothes."
With that she went downstairs, dropped the now grubby towel in the washer, and visited the guest room. Searching through the dresser she found a petite pair of purple shorts and a pink tank top featuring a robotic unicorn. Clothes she'd bought for Peyton and kept here in case the girl stayed over. There were similar sets in other people's preferred sizes and styles as well in the dresser.
Some folks would think it creepy. America just thought she was prepared.
After a moment she grabbed a clean pair of briefs and socks as well.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 6:32 pm
When America got back there was just a pile of grubby clothes where Mik had been when she left and he had become a delighted blonde head suspended in a sea of bubbles. He'd already managed to soak the floor somehow and was in the process of making snarly animal noises and diving into the bubbles as though they were a ball pit, vanishing for a few minutes at a time into them before resurfacing laughing delightedly.
As she returned, he swept a pile of bubbles on his head into a fabulous quiff and grinned at her with his neat white teeth. "This bath isn't so bad." he said magnanimously.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 6:40 pm
And for a moment her heart imagined a dozen could have beens and then America began picking up his clothes, laughing fondly at the sight of him before leaving briefly to deposit those for cleaning as well.
Coming back, she reached for the shampoo, announcing her intentions. "Alright, honey, head up and eyes closed. Time to wash your hair."
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 7:00 pm
Mik for all his stupidity did seem to have been conditioned well to being tended to, on the order he went completely still mid-splash like a pup or kitten being scruffed and closed his eyes. This was how baths were supposed to go, this was safe. It wasn't the tragic mess he'd gotten into while trying to figure it all out on his own the first time around before swearing off baths for the rest of the time on the island.
He beamed brightly. "My favourite shampoo smelled like coconut!" he announced before going on. "Did you know that coconut are kokos? They float, I bet thats how all the trees on this island got here. Just big boat of kokosnötter all washed up! "
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 7:15 pm
"Could be," America nodded sagely as she worked the shampoo in, then rinsed with a bowl of fresh water from the sink. After a moment of consideration, she shampooed him for a second time. "I'll pick some up for you next time I'm on leave. Maybe some other nice things, so long as your room's clean next time I see it."
She rinsed his hair again and reached for the conditioner. "There's a fella who kept a room like yours for awhile. Soon enough giant maggots and flies the size of a man began to grow in his room. Ruined most've his things and were awful bitey." The girl tsked quietly, "Shame if that happened to you with that messy room. Small as you are they'd probably just eat you."
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 7:54 pm
Mik was about to clap his hands delightedly when his expression - still with eyes obediently closed - turned concerned. "I don't know how to clean up my room I move things about but they just end up in the wrong places and I can't find right places." He couldn't help but be distressed. "I don't want bugs either! Bugs are disgusting! No thank you!" He sounded on the brink of tears. "I don't want to be messy. I don't." Messiness as a concept genuinely scared him, he remembered the way his father had looked when he'd gotten into his things and set them up nicely for him. It had been a look not at him but through him and it had taken a lot of shouting he didn't understand from his mother to dispel that still cold anger he'd seen.
"My mum said I didn't need to worry about it any more. She would keep it clean. I didn't know I didn't know and now she's gone." he sniffed loudly as out of nowhere he started bawling.
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2015 8:17 pm
Mik, soap and all, was turned gently and held by two arms the held on just a bit too tight. "It's okay hun, nothing wrong that can't be fixed." It was so, so easy to forget they were only a couple years apart in age.
After a bit, when he quieted just enough to be reasoned with, "Now you listen, okay? Your room's a big mess, and I can show you how to clean it and keep it nice, but I won't do it for you. Can't rely on other people to always take care of you. They die or leave or you gotta go away yourself, and you can't just let everything go to s**t cause you're on your own, you understand?"
America quieted herself at that, realizing she was talking as much to herself as the boy.
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