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 Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 1:56 am
It'd been an interesting few days to say the least, a lot of new things to get used to, definitely. But Jack approached him one evening, asking him if he remembered doing the autopsy when he first arrived...and then suggesting they do the same for the twins. Despite Anon's rebuttals, Jack insisted, and eventually the teenager lost the battle and submitted to his fate. Yup, Cheryl and Harry had to get an autopsy and Psych evaluation done. Slinking into the crypt and making sure that Mrrh would be okay by himself, Anon lured the children into the employee area, where Jack could help translate. "It won't hurt at all, Jack just thinks it should be done." The big man drawled after explaining the autopsy in the most child-friendly way, still translating for his odd-smelling coworker.
Cheryl and Harry held their respective dolls and linked pinkies with their free hand as they stared from Anon over to Jack with curious eyes. They had been getting used to their new home and getting used to the people that were around them in addition to Daddy and Mrrh. Cheryl stared up at Jack and Harry blinked at the concept. They needed to be looked over? Why? Still if Daddy was okay with it...
"Okay," Cheryl said for the both of them, with small smile. Neither of the twins spoke 'childishly' but clearly and almost like little adults, their age showed mostly in their actions.
Anon and Jack exchanged glances. Okay? That was it? That was way too easy. "I'll be going with ya, so don't worry." Jack translated for Anon's sign language. "Jack's just crazy and thinks we're b---HEY. I do not!" Jack huffed out, torn between taking offense and laughing. Laughter won, and he tried ruffling Anon's hood as he turned to walk out the door, knowing that would be more than adequate payback for the sass. Anon did have a mild bout of panic, his hands flying up to grip the hood, to keep it pulled down over his face. Stupid Jack! Once the big man was gone, Anon lowered his arms with a frown, and held his hands out to the kids. He wasn't sure if they wanted to be carried, but...he didn't exactly want them to run away, either.
The twins stared at them as they interacted. They had cause for worry? They just said that it wouldn't hurt! The twins exchanged their own stares and before they could back out of it their Daddy came toward them and offered down his hands to them. They unlinked pinkies and each took a hand of Anon's they were ready to go.
Cheryl wasn't confident anymore after that little exchange, "Daddy? Are you sure it's okay?" she queried with a little more suspicion. It wasn't that she didn't trust Jack or Daddy but that wasn't exactly what she wanted to hear after being assured that it didn't hurt.
Anon took their little hands in his gloved ones, heading out of the employee area and to the parking lot, where Jack was already starting up his truck. At Cheryl's query, he looked down, giving her hand a reassuring little squeeze while nodding. Yes yes, he was sure; he had it done once before, he knew. When Jack's truck pulled up in front of them, Anon let go of the twin's hands to open the passenger door, lifting Cheryl into it. Once she was inside, he picked up Harry and climbed in, settling both of his little Zombies on his lap before closing the door. Jack's truck was less than safe; the seatbelts didn't work...so Anon held onto them both instead. "Ye gonna scratch out all the info again?" Jack asked Anon with an amused laugh as he drove to the Medical Centre, grinning when the young man nodded. "Thought so. Yer a weird one."
Cheryl leaned her back against her Guardian and so did Harry once they were settled. The nod was enough to put Cheryl and Harry back in ease again with this whole event that seemed to be happening. Cheryl made sure Robbie was at hand all the time and Harry just hugged onto James with a small content sigh as he stared out the window at the passing things. He gazed at Jack and then at Daddy, "Scratched stuff out? Why? Was it bad?" Harry didn't quite understand what the bigger man was jabbering about. Cheryl tilted her head and just hummed a small song to herself as she awaited the answer. It seemed like the twins took turn asking questions sometimes. Mostly it was Harry asking the questions since it seemed Cheryl didn't enjoy talking as much.
Jack's loud laugh barked in the truck again, shaking his head. Anon just frowned, shaking his head slowly before resting his cheek on Cheryl's head. Holding them like this, he couldn't sign...but Jack knew what to say, luckily. "He thinks so. See, Matt's gotta fill our all yer info, yeah? Like, skin colour, eye colour, hair colour, any scars and whatnot on your body, that sorta thing. Yer Daddy seems ta think that people knowin what he looks like is bad, so he scratched it all out n'kept a cloth over his head the entire time." Jack thought it was terribly amusing, but Anon, despite his attempts to put the kids at ease about it, actually dreaded this more than anything. "Yer Daddy's just a nutjob." The big man said affectionately, and Anon was plotting the next way to get back at him for it. For now though, he lifted his hand from Cheryl just enough to nonchalantly flip him off.
The twins listened quietly as Jack explained why Anon did what he did. Harry tilted his head a bit, "I don't think it's bad for people to know what you look like," he observed simply and shifted his shoulders. He was curious, certainly but if it made Daddy unhappy for people to see him then the boy wasn't going to force it. Cheryl just reached up for a side of her Daddy's face. She didn't want to see him either way she just wanted to comfort him. The small girl just said, "Daddy is not a nutjob," mostly directed at Jack. Cheryl didn't think her Daddy was a nutjob at all. He was just different.
"Ah no worries Harry. he's always been like that. Ya kinda get used to it." Jack assured the boy. There really wasn't anything wrong with it, but Anon had always hid it, so in essence, that was what Anon ended up looking like to him. He startled a bit when Cheryl touched him, but relaxed quickly when he realized it was her; his eyes must have been closed when she reached up. Giving them both a little squeeze, he pulled them in a little closer to nuzzle his nose against their heads, mindful of Harry's wound. Soon, the ride came to a halt, the truck was shut off, and Anon shifted Harry a bit so he could open the door. "Whelp, here we are! Ready fer the torture?" Jack teased, getting out of the truck before Anon could sass him. Ugh, didn't they JUST tell the kids it was fine? b*****d! Frowning, Anon climbed out of the truck, turning to help the little zombies out of it.
Harry gave a small nod and fell silent. Cheryl didn't seem to pay much mind to it when Daddy momentarily tensed up at her touch she just simply waited for him to accept it and just smiled when she felt her head nuzzled and even Harry let out a small happy chuckle at the affection. When the truck stopped and Jack made his announcement both twins froze and stared at each other. A small trickle of blood appeared at Harry's forehead. Torture?! But...But Daddy...and..Jack..they said...
Cheryl saw her brother's distress. After she assured that Robbie was in her possession again she gave Harry a hug, "Is okay. Uncle Jack is being stupid," she assured. Harry blinked and nodded a bit as he hugged his sister with an arm and hugged James closer with his other. They waited for Daddy to join them so they could hold his hand again.
Anon grumbled mentally, slamming the truck's door shut and taking the hands of his poor, probably confused children. He took their hands and wandered over to Jack and the strange man that was with Jack, both chattering on about something or other. "Well well, I didn't believe it when Jack said it but...well here we are. I've never heard of a growing or reproducing Cadaver before." From the shadow of his hood, Anon twitched, gripping the twin's hands a little tighter. Jack didn't correct him and Anon shook his head. "Harry n' Cheryl" Jack introduced, motioning to one after the other. "And this is Matt." He motioned to the Coroner, who was waving awkwardly. "Well well, come in, lets get you all ready. Who is first?"
Neither of the twins complained when Daddy held their hands tighter though Harry blinked a bit and asked, "What's reprodu...c....that word he said mean?" he gazed up at Daddy for an answer despite the fact that Daddy's hands were very full with their little hands. Cheryl just stared at Matt intently and just gave an odd smile at the awkward wave. Neither of the twins volunteered when asked who was first. They had no reason to volunteer for such a thing because it sounded kind of scary from all the things Jack was saying.
Cheryl trusted Daddy to the utmost but she still wasn't certain how this was going to work.
Anon bit the inside of his cheek, his hooded head turning down to look at Harry. Awesome. Now he was being asked awkward questions...about something he didn't know anything at all about. So he shook his head slowly with a shrug, hoping that he'd forget about it. When nobody volunteered, Anon released Harry's hand to wave at Matt; well, this would be best, right? Prove that it was fine, and get his done and over with at the same time. "Ah, alright, Daddy first then." Matt said quietly, using the name on Jack's grumbled insistence. The autopsy room door was pushed open and the group allowed entrance...save for Jack, who decided to wait outside grumbling something about not liking how clean it was. It was all silver and sterile and spotless...and probably a little terrifying to young eyes, with all the metal tables and odd looking motors and tools.
"Any questions before we start?" Matt asked before even asking Anon to take anything off; he was more asking the kids, to try and help them feel a little better, surely. Granted, he'd never performed an autopsy on a live child...
Harry and Cheryl followed them in once it was settled who was going first. They peered back at Jack as he stayed behind but said nothing on it, Harry decided that if Daddy didn't know what that word meant then...It wasn't worth learning about and thankfully let it fall away. Once their hands were released by Daddy they gravitated toward each other and linked pinkies once again as they stared around at everything, and they appeared to become uneasy as they shuffled a bit closer to each other.
"No," they both replied quietly though they were now watching Matt rather intensely as if making sure the man wouldn't pull any false moves and hurt Daddy.
"Alrighty then~" Matt said cheerfully, handing Anon a towel. The teenager pulled something out of his hoody pocket, and managed to get it on his head without taking of the hood, though he did turn his back to the trio while doing so. With one of the tables blocking a potential view, Anon undressed himself, wrapping the towel around his waist; the item he had put on early was apparently a black toque, thin enough for him to vaguely see through, but dark enough to prevent anyone from seeing in. It looked strange, very strange, but it made him feel better. Holding the towel closed with one hand, he gave the twins a thumbs up before climbing on the obnoxiously cold table, laying on his back. The table was up a little higher for them to see, so Matt, a Father himself, dragged over some chairs right up against the side of the table. "Here here, if you wanna see and make sure I'm being nice, you can stand on these."
The twins blinked as Daddy did all this but they smiled happily when Daddy gave them a thumbs up. They watched as Daddy sat on the table. "Daddy looks like not-Daddy when he's like that," Cheryl observed with a small concerned tone almost like someone had switched Daddies on her without telling her. Harry tilted his head a bit, "Cheryl, it is Daddy, just has different face."
Cheryl considered this and nodded. When Matt offered the chair they both climbed onto the chairs so they could better observe. Harry tilted his head a bit, "Why do you do this?" he asked not quite understanding the reasons behind it.
When the twins climbed up on the chairs, Anon reached up and pat their heads, before just laying still and letting Matt poke and prod. "Well, Kiddo, the Graveyard's got a bunch of really unfriendly zombies, and Your...Grandpa?" Anon shook his head, making a gesture. "...Uncle Jack just wanted to make sure A--Your Daddy wasn't one of them. Apparently no normal Doctor would look, so he asked me. Guess since you two look a lot like him, he wants it done for you too." Matt prattled on, counting the staples and stitches that lined Anon's body, testing his limbs for rigor, pressing his fingers down in certain areas on the chest to count ribs. "You know, to make sure you're not a bad zombie. Can't be too careful yanno, in their line of work." Finally, Matt produced a portable x-ray machine to make sure all of Anon's organs were there; they were. "There, all done." Matt said finally, putting the machine away and jotting everything down.
"And Daddy's just fine, see?" He said as Anon went to sit up, resisting the urge to show how uncomfortable he was despite how horribly anxious he felt. Matt let Anon get dressed, as well as to give the twins time to fret and check their apparent parent over if they wanted to.
The twins listened carefully as the man explained the reasons and they seemed to accept it as they were told for now or at least no further questions came to them as they watched. It seemed pretty well explained and once Anon was let free and for the moment they let Daddy have a second to himself to dress a bit before they wandered over to just see that he really wasn't hurt and all was well with him before Cheryl turned to Matt, "Me next. I'm brave," she said with a small smirk over to her brother.
Henry just rolled his eyes and stared up at Anon for a moment before he retorted, "I'm not scared either!"
Anon got dressed quickly, taking off the pulled down toque only once his hoody was once more shadowing the top half of his face. To prove he was okay, he gave them both another thumbs up, sitting on the floor for a moment to let them inspect him...within reason. Matt got a little chuckle out of the twins, handing Cheryl a new towel that was similar to Anon's, guiding her through what he wanted her to do; change over there, wrap that towel around her, come back onto the table, blah blah blah. While he did, Anon stood up and smiled down at Harry, patting his head...again minus that soft spot. He glanced over at Cheryl, wondering if she wanted his help.
Harry beamed at Anon. Despite getting teased it made him feel better to know that Daddy supported him at least. He just didn't want to just hop right in so soon. Who could blame him? There were all sorts of scary things from what he could see from the chair. Though the Matt didn't use it on Daddy that didn't mean the same would apply to them. Eep!
She took the towel, left Robbie with Harry, and shuffled off to change where directed she wiggled and squirmed and eventually when it got to the point her arms and head got stuck in the dress and she couldn't even get it over. Cheryl let out a faint unhappy whine while Harry giggled at her discomfort. That's what she got for picking on him! Cheryl let out another unhappy sound at being giggled at by her brother. Hmph! She wiggled about determined to figure it out herself but ended up sighing, "He..Help please..."
Anon watched from where he was, as Cheryl started to get herself tangled. He'd stepped forward, arm slightly extended in worry when she started to whine, but didn't outright walk over to her until she submitted and asked for help. He didn't chastise Harry for teasing her with the giggle, mostly because he didn't see it as pay back. Kneeling by her, he put his hand on her head to let her know he was there, then set to the daunting task of untangling his little girl from the horrors of the clinging dress. Upon freeing her, Anon reached over to grab the towel, unfolding it and snuggling it up under her arms, wrapping it around her then tucking the end corner in the top to make sure it stayed. He smiled, patting her head and trailing his fingers down to gently squeeze her hand in reassurance.
She let Daddy help once he came to her rescue and soon was helped with the towel and didn't fuss over that aspect either. Cheryl returned the squeeze and then wandered over toward Matt so that she could get this done and over with and also to show Daddy that she was brave and that she could do just about everything else even if she failed at getting out of a dress.
Harry held onto Robbie's 'paw' for his sister and just waited for his turned. He would be a good brother and look after Robbie just as she had trusted him to do so.
Cheryl stared up at Matt, "You going to look at Robbie and James too?"
After watching her walk away, Anon went back to Harry, picking him up...and by proxy, Robbie and James as well. Sitting the boy on his hip and half holding Robbie as well, the Teenager moved to stand near the autopsy table. Not only did he want to make sure this didn't hurt them, but he also wanted Harry to see, just in case he wasn't as brave as he thought. The question made Matt look curiously at Anon, who motioned to the plushies in response. Understanding lit up his features, and he went back to looking down at Cheryl. "Sure, kiddo...but only after you and your Brother are done. Gotta prove to them that they have to be just as brave, right?" He questioned her, before getting started on the inspection. Hers didn't take long at all - she was considerably more 'alive' than Anon and Harry, but he did find the glowing eyes odd. Soon enough, he leaned away from her to write on a new sheet of paper. "There, all done. Nice and easy, yeah? What a brave little girl."
She nodded in understanding, Cheryl could handle that and pretty much did as she was told and was fairly well behaved throughout the entire procedure. When she was finished she beamed at Matt and nodded, "Yeah!" she echoed back happily and looked up at Harry and smiled. "Your turn!" The small girl wasn't in any rush to get in her dress again a part of her scared that she might get just as tangled up trying to get the stupid thing back on.
Harry nodded a bit and looked uneasy still it was something about getting poked and prodded by a stranger that didn't seem to appeal to him and it made him a little uneasy, but Daddy said it must be done so he would endure, "Okay~..." Harry said in a tone lacking enthusiasm.
Anon set Harry and Robbie down, moving to lift Cheryl up and off of the table, setting her down on her bare feet on the clean floor. He took the new towel from Matt and handed it down to Harry. Having been through the instructions twice, he figured the boy should know what to do. Like with Cheryl, he was going to wait until Harry said he needed help before doing so; there was no other way for him to ask before hand, after all! He tilted his head when he realized Cheryl wasn't getting dressed again, gesturing with an 'i don't know' shrug at her dress.
Cheryl scrunched her nose up at Anon a bit after she was set down and wandered with her brother toward the changing area. They changed with their backs to each other. Cheryl managed the task of getting redressed much easier than she had getting undressed and even got her dress on the right way while Harry seemed able to undress and get the towel on properly. When the twins approached once more Cheryl had both of the plush toys and Harry was ready to have his checkup.
"I did it myself this time," she mumbled proudly. Cheryl had neatly (to her standards) folded the towel and left it on a nearby chair.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2010 1:57 am
Anon tilted his head as they got changed and lifted Harry onto the table once he was ready, and the proud Murmur received an equally proud head pat, with a slight ruffle of hair for good measure. Like he had with Harry, he picked up Cheryl and the plush toys, standing near the table to watch with an honestly protective air. It was different with Harry - Harry had what appeared to be an open head wound. That was just spelling trouble when it came to the whole pain thing. Of course, the head wound was the first thing Matt looked at, looking honestly worried as he shone a pen light onto the wound itself, gingerly touching the edges. "Where'd you get this, buddy? Does it hurt?"
Harry closed an eye but with difficulty managed to not bat the head away, "O-Only when people t...touch it owww..." he whined a bit and shifted uncomfortably, "Had it since I was 'born'," he explained sounding a little more irate at the poking and prodding than he probably meant to but he couldn't help it. Even a couple of murky, bloody tears dripped from his eyes.
Cheryl frowned a bit, "Harry, it is okay, don't cry," she called out encouragingly. Matt wasn't meaning to hurt her brother or she certainly hoped not!
Anon frowned when Harry started to whine, absently leaning forward as though about to try and 'rescue' him from the pain. "Oops, sorry buddy. Here, I'll stop, It's okay." Matt was quick to back off though, leaning quickly away from the boy and wiping the blood from his glove on a disposable towel. Appeased but still not happy, Anon stood up properly again, hugging onto Cheryl a little tighter than he originally intended, his more or less free hand moving to slip a couple fingers into Harry's small hand, in case he wanted to hold it...or something. "But it doesn't hurt at all when left alone? What about your eyes, is it normal to cry blood?" He didn't want to touch this time, but there was concern in his voice. As he asked these questions, he did the other inspections of Harry; checking for rigor and whatnot.
Harry settled down after a couple of minutes and even gripped a bit onto Daddy's fingertips to help calm himself back down as he let the inspection continue with a small sniff. He shifted his shoulders at the question as he replied, "I ... I sweat blood when I am nervous or scared...I bled a lot when I first was born beca...because I didn't know where I was..." he murmured. His limbs moved alright though with a bit of stiffness that wasn't quite there before the head wound was being toyed with. "I...I'll be okay," he promised with a small nod. He was 'fragile' in a way but he wasn't exactly helpless, or at least he was determined to not be.
Cheryl didn't mind when Daddy held on a bit more tightly and even rested her head on Daddy's shoulder a bit. Glad that her brother was being much calmer now.
"Really?" Matt's brow lifted in surprise, looking up to Anon...who really could only nod back. What Henry was saying was true, despite the sudden realization that there was an awful lot of bloody items coming his way. Aw man. His cold thumb rubbed Harry's knuckles, still trying to comfort him. "Huh, that's interesting...well so long as it's not bothering anyone..." He still seemed interested, his gaze moving to the head wound; he wanted to look at it! Harry would make such a great research subject! But, alas, the head wound hurt him and he doubted the creepily silent and still Guardian wouldn't quite approve of his charge becoming a lab rat. Soon, Matt leaned back, scribbling furiously on a new sheet of paper. "There we go, all done." He said, murmuring over his writing. "Sorry for hurting you." He commented because it helped. Then, of course, he glanced up at the bright pink plush and the smaller pyramid headed one. "Did you two want to help me with theirs?"
"It is okay," Harry forgave easily. It wasn't like he could blame the man for his concern or his prodding, it had to be done. Uncle Jack and Daddy said so. He blinked and nodded a bit, "I wan'a help!"
Cheryl lifted her head and also nodded. It seemed like it was fun and interesting to do and if it made her brother happy she was all for doing it. She smiled up at Daddy to show that everything was okay now that Harry's part was over. "Theeeeeeen...Wee.....go to other place and then we go home?" She vaguely recalled something about a psycho..something or another.
Harry waited to be helped down so he could go change back. Not that the cold bothered him much, he barely felt it.
Anon put Cheryl down and instead moved to help Harry down from the table, patting him off in the direction of his clothes. He nodded to Cheryl's question, absently moving to fix the pieces of hair that he had ruffled earlier. Despite not really needing to, Matt took two more towels, handing one to Cheryl and, when Harry came back, he got one as well. It had to be just like theirs, right? The chairs had been moved again so they faced the table as though it were for dining. "Oookay, the patients need to lay down on the table like you did. I think we can use the same table for both, yeah?" Matt questioned good naturedly. Despite never having (mostly) living children in the autopsy before, he played along like he always had, taking two of the intern's clip boards, two extra pieces of the autopsy forms, and two pens; like before, each twin received one.
"Okay, in this top part here, you need to tell me all about them! Like...their eye colour, skin or fur colour, whether or not they have a beard...you know, what they look like." Of course, he didn't expect them to be able to write or even figure out where to put what, but the idea of them helping was there.
Cheryl offered Daddy a small smile as he straightened her hair while Harry wandered off and got redressed. When he returned he took his towel and Cheryl was busily trying to wrap the towel around Robbie. She'd tried stripping the large plush but it appeared that the clothes were sewn on but that was alright. Cheryl would make do. Harry did the same with James and both of the twins laid down their 'friends' on the table with a small nod. They could use the same table no problem. It was perfectly alright.
They took the pens and the clipboards and nodded with a lot of seriousness and began to scribble things onto their respective sheets pinned to the clipboard. A lot of it was scribbles or weird half-pictures, much of it was them trying to mimic the letters on the sheets but failing somewhere midway through. They even poked and prodded at their plushies much like Matt had. When they finished that they held their boards high together finishing around the same time.
Matt guided them through the same procedures they had gone through, telling them where to 'write' what, asking them questions, the whole shebang. He seemed amused...and so did Anon, who was leaning his arms against the back of the chairs, watching them with interest. Well, they seemed to be enjoying themselves! He silently chuckled when they held up their clipboards, and Matt seemed proud as well, taking them and looking at the scribbles like he was 'reading' them. "Mm-hm, Mm-hm, very good! Looks like the five of you are very healthily alive." He nodded, very sure of himself and his, well, their, diagnosis. "That means you can all go to the Psychologist next! Nice meeting you Harry, Cheryl, James, Robbie, Anonymous." The five papers were gathered up and handed to Anon, who rolled them up and waved to Matt, patting the twins on the shoulder before motioning to the door where Jack was waiting.
Naturally they answered questions and once the approval was met they both seemed very, very proud of themselves. Cheryl giggled a bit with Henry afterwards and soon collected their 'friends' and set their towels on the table for Matt to collect, they tried to be neat about it at least. They both murmured a quiet 'nice to meet you too' and 'thank you' before they were ushered out by their Daddy. They looked for Uncle Jack once out just to make sure he didn't run away when they weren't looking.
"Uncle Jack! We did an au...to...sie." Harry said proudly and Cheryl simply nodded to confirm.
Jack raised a brow. They did an autopsy? Well yeah, that's why they were there. Before he could say anything though, his gaze went to Anon, who was signing something about them PERFORMING one as well. On the plushies. Once corrected, Jack laughed, clapping for them. "Good job! Ah bet you two'er the only wee ones to do an autopsy! Now all we gotta gettcha ta do is the mental tests!" There was a little pause and his gaze was on Anon's hands again. "An yer Daddy wants ta know if you wanna keep their papers, or if they should go with yours."
Harry and Cheryl looked very proud of themselves though they paused at the question about the papers. Well, the papers could be really, really important! So they should be kept with theirs, "Keep it with ours," they both said in unison as they reached to the same conclusion at the same time. The twins didn't seem to think anything odd about that behavior and they just accepted it as natural. They shifted a bit from side to side as they looked from Jack to Anon.
"Can we have food when we get home?" Harry asked as he felt the hunger arise within his stomach. It had been a while!
Anon nodded to their agreement, handing the rolled up papers to Jack, who unrolled them, folded them into fourths, and tucked them into his jacket. "Sure thing! We'll go gettcha some take out!" Because they hadn't yet had fast food...this should be a treat. The psychologist was in another wing of the medical office, and once Jack led them to it, he went inside to talk with the woman for a moment. Soon enough she wandered out, smiling at the trio; a heavier set but nicely dressed woman for it being so early in the morning. "Hello~" She coo'd out affectionately, leaning down to put her hands on her knees so she could be more at their level. "My name is Ellen, what's yours?"
Cheryl tilted her head at the mentioned of 'take out' but she didn't ask anything about it since all would be revealed when it was all offered to them and they would eat it based on how it was presented and that seemed to be a similar conclusion that even Harry fell to since he also soaid nothing. They wandered along quietly and soon they were meeting a nicely dressed woman. Cheryl at first hid her face behind Robbie for a moment before she peeked out and said, "Cheryl." The girl was playing shy but then again she had met a lot of new people this day thus her 'outgoing' quota was being filled quickly.
Harry just smiled and waved, "I'm Harry, pleased to meet you."
Anon knew what take out was; never had it, but knew what it was. It would be something interesting for them to try, or so he thought. He watched the woman come out, tilting his head a bit. He didn't introduce himself, but he figured that Jack had at one point, since she was staring curiously at him out of the corner of her eye. Well, either that or she was curious about the shadow-faced, odd smelling man. The kids had more of her attention though, and she gave them both a charming little smile. "It's very nice to meet you both. Now, don't be scared, but I have to talk to each of you alone, okay? I'm just going to take you into this room here." She motioned to the office behind her, one complete with neutral colours and soft looking furniture. "And just ask you some questions, okay? Now, which of you cuties is first, hmm?"
Now it was Henry's turn to be brave. He raised his hand a bit, "I'll go first, but can I take James in with me?" he held up his plush toy to show her who James was. If he couldn't have his sister then he wished to have his 'friend' at least. He waited for her response.
Cheryl let Henry take the 'first' chance and shuffled a bit closer to Anon with a small yawn passing her lips. It had been a big evening thus far she had gone through a lot. Not only was she hungry but she was also starting to get a wee bit sleepy. She rested her head against the side of Robbie's head using the bloody looking plush as a pillow for the moment as she stood near Daddy.
"Ja---Oh. Of course you can, sweetheart. Now, come along~" Ellen said softly, offering a hand to the little man and guiding him inside the room. The door closed behind them and the door window had a curtain draped over it. While the two of them talked in the other room, Anon looked down at Cheryl and the way she was standing, looking around soon after. Spotting what he wanted, he leaned over and picked her up so she was facing him, hammocking his arms under her rear and moving to sit down in a nearby chair, letting her rest against him. There was nothing wrong with a little nap, right? From what he remembered, this part took a while.
Harry took her hand and nodded a bit as he wandered into the office with the nice lady and he sat down and chattered with her and answered questions as best as he could sometimes he needed to pause a bit and think about a few things but otherwise he was perfectly good. Cheryl didn't fight it too much when suddenly she was picked up and held. She continued to use Robbie as a pillow when settled and closed her eyes and took a small catnap for a bit thankful for the rest for the moment. She was surrounded by the comforting faint scent of formaldehyde that one wouldn't normally consider as comforting but it was all she knew, it was directly linked to the person that kept her safe and happy.
Anon let Cheryl sleep on him...right up until the office door opened, showing Ellen ushering the young boy out, being as sweet as ever and thanking him for his time. She looked around and spotted Anon, about to call out...but she stopped when she realized that Anon was one step ahead, and doing his best to wake up Cheryl without scaring or hurting her. Once she was awake he set her back on her feet and walked her towards Ellen. "Aww, good morning sweetie. Don't worry, this won't take long I promise." She coo'd out softly, taking Cheryl's hand to lead her into the room, the door once more closing behind her. Once they were gone, Anon looked over at Harry, holding out his arms in an invitation, if Harry wanted to be held for a little catnap too.
Harry wandered out and stood nearby as he watched Daddy wake up Cheryl who grudgingly woke up with little issue. She nodded as her glowing eyes stared up at the woman blearily while they both went inside into the room where the interview would take place taking Robbie with her. Seeing the invitation Harry didn't seem to hesitate as he wandered over and toward Daddy to be picked up and to also have a small nap. Though he didn't fall asleep right away but it didn't take too long before he was hugging James and snoozing. It was almost disturbing how completely still Harry became once asleep.
Anon scooped Harry up into his arms, moving to sit back on the chair, lightly brushing his fingers through the boy's hair. Some time later, the door opened again, and like before, Ellen ushered the little girl out, complimenting her and thanking her and being every bit as secretive about her findings as she had been with Harry. Anon stood up and moved to meet them, and once Cheryl was back with her 'family', Ellen turned to exchange a few words with Jack...and then went back towards her office. "Thank you very much! I'll have your reports faxed in, you two go get some sleep!" The door closed, and Anon gently passed Harry off to Jack, then scooped down to pick up Cheryl and Robbie. "So, you two still hungry er what?" Jack asked the both of them.
Cheryl thanked the lady quietly for the compliments before she wandered to Daddy where she was scooped up after Harry was handed off. Harry woke up when the door opened and he was passed off to Jack. The boy gave a small yawn after having been awoken from the small catnap and nodded his head, "Very," he mumbled as he rubbed at his eyes with the heel of his hand.
The girl in Anon's arms also nodded, "I want food~," she agreed as she hugged the plush toy. At least the lady didn't seem to have upset her any so that was always a plus. "We going get food now?"
Both Jack and Anon nodded, and after taking them back to the truck (Both twins were given back to Anon once he was sitting down) they headed to the nearest fast food place. Luckily the kids meals were small, but it was still enough to give them more energy after their long...morning? Jack had gone back to work, but Anon woke Mrrh up from a little nap, just to help him teach the twins some more sign language. It would be nice to talk to them without a translater...After a little while, Anon could tell that his little Zombies were getting tired again; and when the lesson was cut short, he put them to bed.
They let out a small cheer at the prospect of food and once they got it they ate it right up without complaint but they both agreed that it was a very enjoyable little meal that they had gotten and thanked both Daddy and Uncle Jack for the experience. At home they bid Uncle Jack a farewell for now as he wandered off to do some work and then settled in with Daddy and Uncle Stitches to learn a little more sign language until they got too sleepy to even want to mimic or comprehend what was being taught to them. Cheryl and Harry both gave hugs to those who wanted them and Cheryl gave Daddy a kiss on the cheek before she was laid down for sleep. It didn't take long for the twins to fall asleep as they clung to their 'Friends' and to each other. It had been a full ... day.
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