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Iain stared.

Before him was a chubby, writhing mass of flesh, topped by blood covered locks and SPIDERWEBS. How COOL was that s**t?? It had ******** spiderwebs on it's hands!

The purple boy was currently crouched down by his little sisters bassitnet, eyebrows furrowed tightly together and grape-colored fingers clutching the sides of the container of children. Fern had demanded that he wear regular clothing, although all the pants she gave the child ended up with slashes at the knees and the shirts were finger-painted with Roses' makeup and had odd patches of fabric stapled in.

Not sewn. ******** stapled.

Iain blew up his cheeks like a chipmunk at Liusaidh (pronounced LOO-cee, Fern had told him!), tongue poking out at the curve of his lips. The girl giggled, clapping her hands together and wriggling in her delight. For some reason, he repeated the action - seeing the girl giggle like that made him smile too.

"You being nice?"

His foster-mothers rough voice behind him made the boy almost fall. In fact, he DID fall but his fingertips pressed against the floor enough so he didn't topple into Lucees container bit.

"You scared me! Almost made me crush Luccee." The boy accused, hopping to his feet. Hair, free in the wind, swung wildly around his face. Ferns eyes rolled and he saw her hands coming closer - close - CLOSEST!

The little ******** ducked away from those pale hands, darting down the hallway. When he heard Fern growl in frustration, Iain just snickered, sliding into a hall closet. Tie his hair back?

HA!

It would be FREE!

"Rose?" Fern poked her head into their small house and slid inside. Iain eyed the pale woman warily, grabbing at a bun that Rose had put on the table. "Hey to you too, brat king."

Iain grinned, white teeth harsh against his grape-colored face. "I get to be a king? Wicked. I'm kinglier then you are!"

She just rolled her eyes, walking past the kid. Her hand ruffled at his hair affectionately, making Iain squeak but... he didn't retaliate. "Rose? Where are you?"

"Mmm?" The dark haired woman finally moved out into view, Liusaidh in her arms. Liusaidh waved her arms towards her other mother enthuiastically, mouth open with a silent giggle. Fern grinned, swooping over to steal away her little daughter, bouncing her gently on the soft swell of her hip.

The banshee gurgled happily (somewhere i the house, a colony of ants fell dead to the ground) and buried her face in her mothers shoulders. Fern petted back her red curls, glancing over to Rose with a faint smile. "Uhm. Something happened today."

"At the bank?" Rose blinked, un aware that they were going to get yet another youngling in the house. "Do we owe money or something like that, love?"

Fern shook her head, glancing back at Iain. The boy was playing around happily, ignoring them all. "No... I was left something, from an ancestor or something. An 'Heirloom'."

The princesses face lit up, hands clapping together slightly. "Really? What were we left?"

Everything was 'we' with Rose. Fern grinned a little bit, giving Liusaidh a little bounce. "Check my back pocket, lover. See."

Her eyebrows arched but she did as told. One dark eyebrow rose slowly as well, studying the item, fingers stroking over it with pursed lips. "Well....it's a knife." Her conclusion was reached with blaise amusement, glancing up at her lover. "Is that a bad thing? Now we can stab people. Right?"

Fern released a long-suffering sigh, nose crinkling. "It's going to become a BABY, Rosie. Another baby. Out of some chinese dragon..thing.." Hand shaking vaguely in the air, the albino grumbled, "And it's going to become a baby."

".....oh." Green eyes widened and her head tilted up to stare at her lifemate. "....oh, goddess, Fern!"

"It's not my fault!"

Iain was LONELY. He didn't like this whole 'you are a kid, stay at home' s**t. It was boring and he had no one to talk to and he HATED IT. Purple shoulders hiked up around his ears, a grumble scrawling over the childs lips. Fern didn't know what she was talking about! She was stupid, like he had said. Only reason he stuck around was becaise she promised to kill for him.

Mr. Wuffles STILL Hadn't recovered.

b***h.

The bishounen hopped off of the couch, grabbing at his sparkly green shoes. They were converse! With SPARKLES glued to them. And GREEN. Didn't help that his clothing didn't match either but! It didn't matter! He would blend in with the woods around his house, he would be like a NEENJA.

"Laaaalalalalaaaa~ I'mma gonna go build me a house in the woooods! LALALALA!" Iain sang out, tying his shoe strings tightly around his feet. They hurt a little but that was okay. It'd keep him awake.

He might need a nap before escaping first.

ONe eyebrow twitched and his now shoed-feet moved towards one of the bedrooms, picking randomly. He slept in his own too often. Time to spice up his life! Or something. He had heard that part on TV.

Luccee was sleeping on a crib, eyes closed, snoozing like a baby. Well. She was a baby. Didn't mean she had to sleep like it. Iain eyed her carefully, moving over to pull down one side of the crib. "Luucceeeee?" He whispered, voice drawn out. "Are you awake?"

She didn't stirr. Note ven a flicker.

He huffed, pulling the side back up. Contemplating took place next and before he knew it, Iain was scrambling under the crib, snuggling upto one of Luccees larger stuffed animals. He quickly fell asleep.