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 Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 3:46 am
Tek chewed unhappily on his fingers, managing somehow to avoid really biting down on himself; really, what power that be gave a baby these fangs? The only time he liked having them, was when he bit Kay. Then he loved them. Them, and that tongue of his. His glare seemed to lessen the more his anger over chewing his hand fled, until he was staring unfocused down at the fridge, his other hand still very much attached to Quint's shirt.
Hm...which one did he want? Switch usually made him drink milk, something about milk being good for his growing bones or something like that...but he had been allowed to drink the juice on a few occasions. He didn't have juice like that back on Enturhnet, and it was really good. So...the juice it was!
Taking his spit-wet fingers out of his mouth, he made some vague motion towards the juice that was already in Quint's hand. Of course, upon realizing that his hand was free, he gripped Quint's shirt again...not to subtly wiping it off on brother dearest.
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 3:53 am
Oh good. The fates apparently smiled on him and the small one managed to point to the juice. He walked away from the fridge juice carton in hand as he let the door swing shut on its own. Quint placed the juice carton on the counter and got himself a glass and got one of Tek's bottles that the small one often drank from.
The fact that he now was having a drool-covered hand wiped on him didn't escape him he just simply stared down at the small individual, "Really?" he sighed a bit and then continued to go about pouring juice with minimal difficulty at most. He had almost dropped the carton several times but he stubbornly kept a hold of Tek refusing to at least drop his little brother.
He put the carton away and then managed to screw the top of the bottle closed with one hand before he offered it to Tek.
...Please let the top be on tight. He didn't really feel like having juice and drool covering his shirt.
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Enoh Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 3:58 am
(( Even - Safe || Odds - Spill ))
Really? Yes really. He liked Quint thus far...but did that really make him exempt from it? No. No it did not. He watched Quint juggle both himself and the task of getting him some juice, and he took the sippy cup from him with both hands, now trusting the older boy to not drop him. The criminal had no reason to not trust Quint's tightening of the cup's lid, and brought it to his mouth.
Sadly, he should have questioned Quint's skills. At first it was okay, but as a Baby he didn't have complete control over his body; it only took a second of lost balance to make his teeth clamp onto the cup, and a quick unintended jerk of his head to pull the lid nearly right off. Naturally, the juice went everywhere. It covered the baby, got all over Quint, dropped down the both of them to the floor...it was a mess. Who knew that much juice could be in one deceptively small cup?
Tek stared up at Quint in wide eyed shock for a moment or two, unsure of what to think or do at first...but eventually, despite his seriously not wanting too, he hiccuped and tears started to form in his big red eyes. ********, he didn't want to cry! He couldn't help it! He had yet to be outright wailing, but he did seem upset - more startled than anything. That, and he wanted his juice!
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 4:10 am
Quint probably should have double checked the cup but he was very much certain that he could handle it all just fine and with one hand too! He seen Mom do it many times and it seemed so effortless and easy for her. He didn't account for the fact that she was practiced by now nor for the fact that the lid was screwed on mildly crooked and thus unsecured. Thus it got everywhere, "FFFFFF...."
Then the child started to cry,"...uck," he exhaled already feeling more than a little frazzled and had a wet shirt on top of it.
He adjusted Tek and tried to hold him more securely and bounced a bit awkwardly trying to set up a comforting rhythm first he wanted to comfort his brother then he would get a new cup, clean up the mess, and hopefully get a new shirt..
"Hey, hey, calm down. You're not the moron that didn't check the cup. It's okay. It isn't your fault," Quint said quietly as he began to move to the highchair with Tek. "Gonna set you down for a sec and I'll get you a new cup, alright?"
Please let it be alright...
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:10 am
Tek's preemptive wailing had stopped suddenly. The tears were being blinked away while he processed what it was that Quint had said. Did he hear that right? Quint swore? He didn't remember ever hearing this particular Brother swear, and giving the circumstances...
Tek started to giggle, unable to help that stupid Baby-like joy that rose every now and then, though usually when someone got hurt. This time though, it was in the choice of words...and that Quint was calling himself a Moron. Not very many people could point that out about themselves and mostly mean it! It was funny, and the young one was giggling. It was better than crying, at least.
When he saw the highchair though, his giggling stopped all together. He stared at the chair, his eyes narrowing, and his ears flattened back into his hair. Chubby fingers gripped tighter into Quint's juice-wet shirt, and a low growl left his throat; of course it was a pitched noise due to his still developing vocal chords, but it was very distinctly a growl. Highchairs meant he could be left alone, and with Switch gone that was not an option! Quint was stuck with him, he didn't want to be left alone as much as he liked to be a hindrance.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:18 am
Quint stopped in his tracks when he felt the grasp tighten. He needed to think for a moment as he bounced the baby about in his arms a bit. At least he had begun to giggle instead of crying even the growling he was now doing was much preferred. Could he reason with an infant? It felt stupid to even try it. How did Mom even get him to be complacent with her? Maybe she put him down anyways...? Quint didn't really feel like dealing with further wailing or even any other Tek-like reactions to things Tek did not like or want.
He was far too indulgent on the babe.
The teenaged Shark sighed a bit, "...Fine, I'll keep holding you. Don't be a pest while I try to clean up the mess."
Quint then went about getting a couple of sheets of paper and began to soak up the mess made on some of the counters and the floor as well as pick up the cup and its top so he could place it in the sink. At least this he could do one handed.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:30 am
Tek's growling stopped when Quint submitted to his whims. While he didn't promise anything, not being a pest was the least he could do. Though, arguably, being held while all this was going on was also considered being a pest as well, so as far as he was concerned, he could do without being anymore of a pest. His grip loosened on his brother's shirt and even one hand left all together. He hated it, but he again submitted to that stupid urge to put his hand in his mouth. It was strangely comforting to chew on his own fingers...and besides, he could get away with it, nobody expected anything different from a baby.
His ears perked up a bit and his eyes widened again, watching Quint clean up the mess with the paper towels. With a content sigh that was probably too heavy for such a little body, Tek even rested his head against Quint's shoulder while he watched.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:35 am
(( Even - Safe || Odds - Spill ))
As long as it wasn't biting on him or anything violent Quint didn't dissuade Tek from resting his head on his shoulder. Soon he cleaned up the mess and got his little brother a fresh new sippy cup and poured in the juice. He twisted the top on as firmly as he could manage but instead of handing it directly to Tek he did the smart thing and tested it over the sink by holding it upside down...Where the top fell off and the juice splatted right into the sink.
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Quint's odd eyes glanced over at his brother, "Dunno how the hell Mom does this. Do you?" He obviously didn't expect an answer back any time soon.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:50 am
The longer it took for Quint to clean up, the sleepier the tyke became. His eyes were starting to lid heavily and blink rapidly to try and stay awake, but on the whole he was starting to fail miserably. Sleepily, he watched the second attempt to get him some juice...and he saw it end as badly as the first attempt had. The cursing though, woke him right up and, like last time, he started to giggle in pure amusement. That pitched laugh of a way too happy child. He continued to laugh even as Quint asked him the question, one he couldn't answer if he wanted to, but he did try to help a little bit. If there was ever anyone in this family who deserved his help and who was not Switch, it was Quint. Hell, he didn't know how Switch did it, but damn, he'd at least try to figure it out.
Smiling a strangely toothy smile, the child reached out and made a grabbing motion with both hands for the cup and the lid, leaning over quite a bit in Quint's grasp. Apparently, he trusted Quint enough to not worry about being dropped.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:55 am
The sleepy behavior was appreciated as well as the giggling. As long as it wasn't crying or angry reactions Quint could totally deal with it. He blinked down at Tek as he smiled and then reached for the cup. At the very least he was getting a handle on holding a wriggling little child so he was able to make sure that his grip didn't suddenly loosen and thus drop his brother to the ground. He poured a small bit of juice back in this time and then leaned Tek a bit further forward so he can give it a try with a small smirk.
Sure it would be embarrassing if his brother could succeed where he failed twice but really it wasn't like his shirt would get any wetter and the mess he could clean up just fine.
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Enoh Love rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 2:06 am
(( Evens - Closes || Odds - Spills ))
Quint seemed to be pretty good at understanding him, and Tek put all of his faith into his favourite Brother. The little one took the lid with both hands, and after a bit of manuvering managed to get it onto the cup itself. With his tongue sticking out in deep concentration, Tek tried his very best to screw on the cup lid. It took a long time as he was being surprisingly focused with it (and as careful as his twitchy baby body could be, too). Soon enough he was finished, and with a prolonged flinch he turned the cup upside down...
A tiny bit of juice poured out, from the nozzle like it should. Blinking open both eyes again, he let out a happy cry and leaned back into Quint's shoulder, holding up his proud accomplishment for his brother to see. HAH, He was a Baby and could do something that someone else couldn't! Yay! Smiling proudly, Tek went to chew on the sippy part of the cup, holding it flat with both hands to lift it up whenever he wanted a drink.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 2:20 am
Quint watched quietly as Tek worked on putting the lid on. It was really quite impressive how much effort his brother put into doing this and when the time of truth came the teenaged Shark cursed, "You piece of s**t," it was directed at the cup more than at his little brother. It was like the whole world was somehow conspiring against him today! Augh.
Still he gave Tek a small nod, "Good job. Let's get me a new shirt and then we'll watch something on the television or whatever," Quint said as he turned to wander into his and Kay's bedroom. He stepped over Kay's mess and went to his own side of the bedroom. Quint moved to set Tek down on the bed but without fully letting go just in case Tek felt like this would be unfavorable as well.
For a kid that seemed so independent he certainly was a clingy tyke!
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 2:30 am
Like before, Quint's cursing got an amused laugh out of the little boy, though this time it was considerably more muffled because, well, like any baby, Tek had already put the spoils in his mouth. He stared ahead when Quint started moving, more making sure that they weren't going back to his room; he didn't want to go to bed! It became clear they were going to the teenager's room, and he only happily allowed himself to be put down on the bed. To be honest the way Quint didn't totally get go of him amused him, and after a moment he pushed at Quint's arm to make him let go. See? He could be compromising!
Once Quint got the hint and let him go, Tek watched him like a hawk. He didn't care about the room; he saw it often with Switch or when Kay decided it was time for them to play, but he was very interested in Quint, and wanted to make doubly sure he wouldn't be forgotten. Clingy? Kind of...but Switch was gone, he didn't know where he went, but he knew that Quint was at fault for it somehow. So until Switch came back, Quint had to take care of him.
At least Quint was amusing!
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 2:41 am
Quint was relieved when Tek allowed himself to be set down and then Quint went about changing out of the soiled shirt and into a fresh one which he got out of a dresser that held mostly his clothes since Kay seemed to have some sort of weird aversion to being fully clothed for whatever reason. Let Kay freeze his nipples off, Quint would have none of that thanks. Once the new shirt was on he put the soiled one in the hamper that was in the room and then picked Tek up.
He made only a small stop to put the juice away once more before he moved them off to the living room.
The teen grabbed up the remote and moved to sit in one of the nice fluffy chairs and turned the TV on. If another mess happened? So what. It seemed to be a day for messes he just knew he wouldn't bother to change shirts...Again. He began to flip around on the television until a movie came up where a dark skinned man was apparently cursing up a storm and killing vampires. Tek of course was settled upon his lap to where he could see the action properly while resting on Quint.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 2:54 am
Tek clung onto the back of Quint's shirt with one hand, the other onr holding his sippy cup to his own chest. He was happy he was picked up, and eventually found himself getting comfortable on his big Brother. He fidgeted until he could get comfortable - his tail and mismatched wings never did make things easy for him - but eventually he found a spot that was acceptable. After a moment of staring at the TV, Tek snorted with amusement and started to giggle again. Well, not just again...every time the main character swore, or every time a vampire died, the little one found it way too amusing.
Soon enough, Tek started swaying a little bit and ended up rolling onto his side, staring at the TV out of the corner of his eye, his sippy cup still hugged to his chest with one hand, the other gripping Quint's shirt. It wasn't long after that when he rolled onto his stomach while resting on Quint, his eyes closed and his mouth fell open a little bit, a sure indication that he had fallen into a pretty deep sleep.
Even then though, he didn't let go of the teen's shirt.
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