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 Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 12:30 am
The blush deepens in color as he clears his throat, again squirming uncomfortably.
Well...
Anyway....
The children seem to be resting, at least, he says, dragging the spotlight off of his own personal drama. Since it seems they may be in here awhile, is there anything that would make Melody more comfortable?
He could see if the ice cream is less of a puddle...
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 12:38 am
Melody thinks that's an excellent idea. Bowls are above the sink, spoons are in the drawer under the toaster and.... (she briefly pauses to yawn). The lactaid is in the medicine cabinet, which is in here.
She supposes it wouldn't be TOO horrible to eat in here; while she wouldn't suggest eating off the toilet, they DO regularly disinfect the bathroom.
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2009 2:27 pm
He nods, assuring her that he'll be right back in that case and starts to leave...
.....and then, remembering the baby he carries, sheepishly turns back to bend down, carefully handing her back to her mother. No sense in getting the little one needlessly upset again by carrying her back through the house... sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 11:31 pm
It would seem that Melody's thinking about food has given the twins ideas... Melody is all too familiar with THAT projection from Tsubaki.
Er. Well, at least Melody picked a convenient place to rest, she says sheepishly as she tugs at the shower curtain. Actually, before Hitsuga gets the ice cream, could he bring Melody a couple of burping cloths...?
And maybe help her close this curtain so she doesn't scar him for life? sweatdrop
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 12:14 am
A brief questioning projection and then...
....oh. OH yes, of course....!! sweatdrop
Slender fingers close on the edge of the curtain, drawing it closed enough that Melody can more than have her privacy without being shut completely into the shower.
He'll just.....be right back, then, he assures her, scuttling out of the bathroom and back in the direction of the nursery, in search of the cloths in question.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 12:25 am
Melody lets out a long sigh, leaning back as she tends to the children.
Finally, she doesn't feel like bawling anymore, though perhaps being too tired to cry at this point is a contributing factor at this point. But then again, she can't help but feel guilty for all she put Hitsuga through (And all she continues to put him through).
She hadn't expected motherhood to be nothing but joy, joy, joy, but at the same time, she THOUGHT she'd been prepared. She was able to handle early labor calmly, but when it came time for the epidural, she'd sobbed on her father like a child, telling him how scared she was, and...
Now here she is, doing the very same thing to Hitsuga.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, foolish Melody. Foolish, foolish, Melody.
Even more foolish (though she doesn't realize yet), is how carelessly built the wall in her mind is, how easily her thoughts, her self-chiding, her memories leak out. And while the babies seem content for the moment to noisily eat as if they'd been starving for weeks, they're not the only ones within earshot...
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 12:00 am
Through the walls, and from the distance, Hitsuga does not receive Melody's projections as clearly as he might have if he were remaining stationary and in one place, but...
....he believes he hears all that he needs to, his hands faltering in mid-reach for the neatly-folded white cloths that sit on top of the dresser. He did not want Melody to think that she was a burden on him...he came to see her because he wanted to, and stayed now because he wanted to help. Not because he felt he was fulfilling some sort of obligation.
He hesitates, wondering for a moment if he ought to return her chiding with reassurance, but....at the same time knows that these are thoughts not meant for him to hear.
Fixing his expression into one he hopes looks pleasant, and nothing else, he returns to the bathroom, hesitating outside of the curtain before handing the cloths around the corner of it to Melody so as not to disturb her.
These...?
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:05 pm
Melody gratefully takes the cloths, a wet sniffle audible over the sounds of hungry babies.
Tentatively, her projections reach out to Hitsuga, as if to ask (with all the stability of a house of cards made with ice on a hot day)-- he doesn't mind, does he? Spending time cooped up with an emotionally unstable mother with two fussy children?
It would seem that the pendulum that is Melody's mood has swung back into the negative.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 1:25 pm
He does not mind at all. He is happy to help a good friend, (who is not unstable and only very tired with good reason, he chides gently) and her two children.
Leaning against the sink a bit, looking to the closed shower curtain as if its a proper conversational partner, he adds that he would not be here if he did not want to be. Its....just not realistic to expect friends are always at their best for one another, yes? .....surely Melody saw that for herself the day she found him on the floor.... sweatdrop He accompanies it with a small laugh, one that he hopes will pierce her mood a bit.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 9:40 pm
Melody dabs at her eyes with the cloth, turning toward Hitsuga (even if she can't see him).
It's different, she thinks. It has to be. Hitsuga never made a show of how supposedly prepared he was for the worst; he didn't have delusions of invincibility, he didn't proudly inform everyone who was concerned for his well being that he was perfectly fine and knew precisely what to expect or--
Granted, Melody can't recall ever being that brazenly overconfident, but it would seem that it makes no difference; she still feels as if she had been.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 10:49 pm
At this, he shakes his head faintly, thinking she is being too hard on herself.
"You can't prepare for some things, Melody." he murmurs aloud, his voice, soft as it is, sounding very loud to him in the acoustics of the bathroom.
Hitsuga is not one to talk of such things as parenthood, as he has absolutely no experience in such, but...
Melody has been a good mother from what he has seen. She had learned what she'd needed to learn while still with child, she'd done what she'd needed to do, she'd taken advice she needed to take. And in that he could see how she'd felt ready. He is sure no one (certainly not him, anyway) thinks badly of her that the preparation and research she'd done hadn't counted on something like this. confused
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 10:59 pm
Were Melody not holding two children (not to mention her state of undress), she would have thrown her arms around Hitsuga and bawled for a second time.
...Instead, she has to settle for quiet, squeaking, almost relieved sobs.
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 11:07 pm
He feels his chest tense at the quiet crying that emits from the other side of the curtain, dreading he has somehow said something very, very wrong... gonk
Is....is Melody all right....? he ventures carefully, preparing himself to be told to leave. .....can he do anything for her?
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 11:11 pm
Melody's fine, she's fine, she's fine! She's not crying! (again) gonk
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2009 11:17 pm
.........
And he is horribly torn for a moment, instinct telling him this is not the case at all and he should pull back the curtain and try to comfort her, while BETTER SENSE assures him that this would be a very, very poor choice right now.
He sees....
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Shall he go and....see about the ice cream, then? sweatdrop
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