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 Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 11:08 am
[Scar via Discord]
Yeah. Talk about weird, but... the kind of weird that he supposed came with growing up. He thought neither of them would ever find someone to settle down with, but here they were. Not that he knew for sure if that was what Kani wanted right now, to settle down. That was fine - because seeing Tsisia throwing up killed any inkling of 'maybe I want kids soon too' that might have been swirling in his head.
Yeah. Not yet. He was tempted to scurry back inside under the promise of getting something to clean Siel off with, but he reminded himself fiercely that he'd come here to help - so he grimaced but stepped closer, fiddling with the swaddle. "How the heck did you - what sort of machination IS this?!" He grunted, fighting to take his vomit covered niece off her father's back.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 11:13 am
“Get her off me.” Siel hissed, doing his best to remain still when all he wanted was to twist his spine and get away from his child. To her credit Tsisia seemed unbothered by it, at least from what he could hear. She was happily gurgling along, occasionally reaching up to grab a fistful of her father’s hair and – now that Morain was closer – his.
“It’s knotted under Quetzal’s – here let me - it’s sliding down my back! - “ Siel made a panicked sound somewhere between a squeal and a shriek as she fumbling underneath his son for the cloth. When he was sure that Morain had Tsisia he undid it and let the soiled cloth drop. And now that his hands were free they were held out in front of him, stunned into shock as the man tried not to panic.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 11:15 am
[Scar via Discord]
"I'm trying!" Morain hissed back, trying not to raise his voice since it was still morning and, y'know. Didn't want to freak out the now happily vomit covered baby. With a wrinkled nose, he held Tsisia, resisting the impulse to hold her at arms length to instead cradle her close, since he only barely remembered how to hold a baby. "I think one's my limit, might need to enlist some help for whoever that one is." He said weakly, casting his eyes around. "U-unless I just... sit down and you leave them in my lap or something. They're uh- not crawling yet, right?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 11:16 am
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“Quetzal.” Siel groaned, more to the situation at his back than his brother. “My son’s name is Quetzal and her name is Tsisia. And until he starts spewing too he’s my new favorite.” With one child taken care of, Siel started untying the knot holding Quetzal to his chest. The faster he could change the better he would feel.
“Here, hand her over and we’ll swap. I need to clean her up anyway.” Siel got a little closer to the pair, angling his hip so the baby sitting on it could be more readily transferred. Almost as if he had a system down for instances just like this.
“C’mon, booger, come to papa.”
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2025 11:17 am
Oops. Morain laughed breathlessly, but gratefully switched babies, holding Tsisia like she was woven from glass until Siel had a firm hold of her. Quetzal seemed upset to leave his father's familiarity, wriggling a bit in Morain's arms, but he didn't cry or (thank the gods) vomit on him. "I'll get their names soon! Tsisia. Quetzal." He breathed out, fighting not to gag. He was NOT used to baby smells.
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