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 Posted: Tue May 31, 2011 11:30 am
[SOLO](Little Hands, and Big Crashes)
Matthew had been in charge of the kids, up until Kenzie came to take Logan from the room and teach him... So Leander was left in his care to watch. And watching just him turned out to be more of a chore than watching the both of them.
Once his brother was out of the picture, Leander took to getting into everything and anything. And that included the collectables shelf that Matthew had JUST set up. On that shelf had been set a lot of the things that had been sent to them by their father, many of them very, very expensive.
"...Leander, please get down off the shelf." Matthew said, going to physically remove the child from the wood, and set him back on the floor. Once there, he knelt beside his son, and reached over to the toy chest to get out the hammer-and-nails set for toddlers that he'd picked up at the toy store.
When the phone rang, Matt retreated quietly to answer it, seeing as Leander was busy playing with the set while he walked away. He picked up the phone, and started talking, eyes on his child, still quietly playing on the floor.
"Hello? Yes, this is he. .... Yes, ma'am...."
While he talked pleasantly to the woman, he kept an eye on Leander, finally feeling confident enough to turn around and leave the boy to playing on the floor.
Of course, as soon as his father's back was turned, Leander crawled over to the curio cabinet again, climbing on top of it with relative ease. He patted at the wood the cabinet was made of, and accidentally knocked one of the figures off - thankfully onto the soft folded blanket that was there because Kenzie had forgotten to fold it back up. It caught the small figurine, and the other three that he knocked off while trying to get to the big, black, shiny thing on the end.
Once he finally reached the end of the shelf, he reached out to touch the big, black, shiny thing. It felt cool! All cold and polished and prettiful! ... Of course, baby fingers don't have quite the grip that adult fingers do, and when he tried to bring it closer to himself, the thing fell off the stand it was on, and to the floor, shattering into hundreds of pieces on impact with the hardwood floor.
Matt looked up after a pause to tell the woman to hold on, and his face went pale as a sheet. Instead of yelling, though... he calmly set the phone down, and walked over - around the mess - and pick Leander up. The boy was crying because of the loud noise, so his first order of business was to rock him slowly, and try and get him to stop crying.
"Shhhhhshhhshhh... Now, didn't I tell you to get off of that?" he asked, stroking Leander's hair. "See what happens when we don't listen to daddy? Shhhh baby.. it's okay, it's okay... I'm here. You're not hurt, so you're okay... Shhhh..."
He moved over to the kitchen, and hung up the phone after a brief goodbye to the woman on the other line. After that, he set Leander down on the kitchen counter, and poured him a glass of milk, warming it up. He knew his child liked warm milk, and it would help him calm down.
Once Leander was drinking that, he went to clean up the mess, mentally sobbing at the breaking of a 34,000$ Egyptian Urn replica. But the replica was less important than the sobbing child in the background, and as long as Leander was safe, that what what mattered.
When he told Kenzie about the broken urn later, and had a good cry over it, neither of them could get mad at Leander. He was a boy, as Kenzie explained, and it was natural for them to break stuff. In response, however... the curios were moved from the floor-shelf, to another one, much higher up on the wall. That way, the breakables would be safe from little hands... and little hands would be safe from falls.
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2011 5:47 am
It would be on a Saturday that you open your mail box (if you have one) and notice there is a rather thick envelope stuffed in there. There is no postage stamp and a very vague return address. But you recognize the font and the company's name. 'Seven of Seven Inc' scrawled in majestic font across the upper left hand corner. As you open it, you may strangely find yourself drawn to the letter, there is a mass of notes inside. They read as follows:
Letter Congratulations! You have managed to succeed in raising your child. (IE: Not killing him or her or getting killed yourself. Haha we kid of course.) We would like an update from you on the following: Guardians Name: Child's Name: Sin: Virtue: Gender: Current Attitude: Likes: Dislikes: Any abnormal growths: (if any, example: Feathers molting, horns growing larger, scars ) Current hair style: Current clothing preferences: Dominant celestial trait: (The sin or virtue) Please summarize in your own words how difficult or easy it was taking care of your child. Did you manage to care for them in a kindly fashion? Or were you forced to discipline them? As well do not be alarmed if you suddenly find your child achieving a massive growth spurt in the next little while. We are finding that the children from our facility have strange growing patterns and are rather unpredictable. Although please let us know if anything unexpected occurs. Sincerely the technicians from Seven of Seven Inc. Ps. Please just leave your letter back in your mail box one you have completed it our courier will pick it up. Thank you.
You would notice the letter seems overly friendly...strange since the scientist were so ...cold before.
(Just take the from Guardians name to Dominant Celestial trait and pm it to the mule, the summarization doesn't have to be long just have fun with it.)
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