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A babysitter to check on and converse with a hyperactive child. I need someone who can work a negotiable seven hours every weekday.

He likes going shopping, talking, playing video games, watching TV and hugs. He doesn't eat much so don't worry about feeding him more than a glass of salt water.

Pay will be negotiated on a person to person basis.

If interested, please leave a message at 555-0721.



[If you are interested in spending a day with Sevilin, please post a little voice message on We`rika's journal and I will get back to you. It's first come, first served one at a time. I encourage owners and non-owners to take part, however if you are a non-owner and not tightly affiliated with the lab yet, it would probably be best if We`rika bumped into you before he entrusted you with his precious Sevilin... you know... just encase you are a serial Raevan killer. It happens

I repeat, do not post your interest in this thread, post your message in We`rika's journal]

The first to answer the ad was probably one of the least qualified, but it hadn't stopped her or Sevilin's Guardian from making it happen.

Alex craned her head around to make sure she had the right place, feeling a little guilty about having accepted the job in the first place. She'd been taking care of Lillian and Tyson for a while now, and it was strange to have a little time on her hands and not much to do. Her studies (the Gwee) were preparing their nests, and the woman was not stupid enough to try and continue studying pregnant and ill-tempered dragons. She would laugh at herself about it later, but she found herself far more eager to tend to people than hormonal dragons.

She had been somewhat surprised about the ad and, after verifying with Natsuki, had decided to give it a shot. It would give her a chance to actually interact with a Raevan - which she hadn't done outside of Roux, and that wasn't a positive first impression - and take her mind off of her other concerns and obligations which were sorely being neglected. It's just a couple of hours, maybe a handful of days, she reasoned with herself, what could it hurt?

So, with a knapsack over her shoulder of various games, movies and magazines, Alex found herself standing at the door of an apartment in a nice little complex on the island. She rapped her knuckles a few times on the door just to be polite.

Alex tilted her head at the yelling behind the door. At least she knew she had the right place, recognizing the hollared name as the Guardian. That meant the voice belonged to--

--"...wow." The woman blinked at the entity that opened the door, remembering Sevilin from the recent fund raising event. He'd been ethereal from a distance, but up close, he was down-right pretty. She almost felt manly with her hair down to her mid-back, her simple work clothes...or so she thought until he started to speak. Her lips twitched into a faint smile eventually threatening to become full-fledged laughter. Alex covered her lips with her fingers, managing to maintain a grin as the man finally came to the door to correct his charge. The woman had been called many things in her years, but it was the first time she'd been called a bum. To say she was amused was an understatement.

She extended her free hand, grin still intact. "Hey We`rika," she greeted the man like an old friend, even though she had just recently learned his name. "Hi Sevilin. Nice to meet you, formally. Goodness you're a handsome one." GREAT. Hadn't even been a full minute of introductions and she was ready to stick her sandaled foot in her mouth. Alex mentally kicked herself and offered a sheepish grin, adjusting the knapsack on her shoulder. "I brought some games, since I heard you're quite the gamer. Some movies too. Although...it's nice out, so, whatever you want to do, s'your call."

Alex smiled warmly at Sevilin as he floated closer, momentarily mesmorized by the Raevan. She was jerked back to reality as We`rika shook her hand, which she returned firmly and with a good-natured grin. "Have fun at work!" she called after the man playfully, having no idea what he did, realizing that a jump suit could be flattering.

That was a bit of a disturbing thought, and was quickly forgotten as her charge for the day floated up to meet her line of sight. Her bright green eyes regarded Sevilin's blue ones with kindness, receiving his greeting with a cheerful, "Hello!" She chuckled and followed him in as he took off to the couch, closing the door behind her. The woman took a quick cursory glance over the apartment as she made her way to the Raevan, sitting where he had indicated.

"All right!" she grinned at him, attention shifting towards the television. "Oh, what're you playing?" Alex dropped her shoulder so that the rucksack slid to her side, one hand resting on it lazily. "What type of games do ya like? I brought a few arcade-style shooters, some tactical thingamagubbers and the story-like ones called RPGs. You may have some but hey, didn't think it'd hurt to try." The Italian beamed at her own planning, which rarely happened outside of work, her only real concern being to entertain the delightful Sevilin.

The woman watched the Raevan in silent contemplation, a warm smile on her lips as he talked so animatedly about his games. Alex chuckled and leaned back as her charge all but spilled himself over her legs, going through the sack with all the enthusiasm of a child. It was that thought that she had to sternly remind herself that he was a child, for all intents and purposes. His innocence and fun-loving nature only made that more clear to her.

Green eyes blinked in sudden surprise as the conversation went from video games to taffy. She wasn't entirely sure there was a link there. Her curiosity got the better as he floated off, pushing herself to stand and follow, biting her lip to keep from laughing at the sight of Sevilin hauling the jar around. "A whole week, huh? That's pretty wicked," she remarked solemnly, smile still intact. "Is there a sweet shop around here? If you're up for it, I can get you a few pieces to tide you over. I gotta get Lorenzo something anyway for leaving him today. He'll be mad he didn't get to meet you." She grinned a little at the thought of the very cross Gwee she'd be coming home to; who needed family or relationships when there was such a demanding male at home to begin with?

"Sevilin!" The woman laughed as the Raevan squirmed all around her, practically crawling over her in his glee. "Of course I'd do that for you, and, ah..." the Italian grinned lopsidedly, "we'll get along just fine then." Sevilin's askance of Lorenzo and being a candy made her laugh again, shaking her black hair around her face. "No, Lorenzo is my Gwee. He's a wee little dragon tyke, and he loves sweets." She squished her hands together in an exaggerated small circle, thinking Zoe would be awfully mad at being made to seem so small, even if he was a runt for his kind. "Maybe if I can come back, I'll bring him.

Now! If you want to lead the way, we can take our little walksie, kay?" Alex curled her arm through the Frei's, leading him out of the apartment like a prom date (mindful to lock the door behind herself with the key supplied to her), out of the complex and onto the warm late-summer streets.

Taking a deep, appreciative breath, Alex turned her attention to the youth on her arm, smiling widely. "So what type of taffy do ya like? I like peppermint, when they have it. Oh! And maple. Good stuff."

The woman's cheeks were starting to get sore from all her laughing. Alex was all grins and bouts of laughter as Sevilin carried on from taffy flavors to sliding glass doors, giving the Raevan's hand an affectionate squeeze as she was lead down the candy aisle. "You're adorable, Sevilin," she remarked more to herself than the youth, eyes skimming over the bright packages and boxes of each sweet that begged to be bought and taken home.

Apparently, the candy wasn't the only sweet thing that begged. The Italian blinked at the Frei, somewhat caught offguard by the instant charm that the blue-haired boy exuded. Could she say no? Of course not, but she could compromise. "Weeeellll," she drew out the word as though reluctantly considering a proposal, "I suppose that would depend on how big the bag or box was. Ah!" She extended a long finger upwards, and the idea she had was nearly visible, complete with the proverbial light bulb. "You can get one big candy, two mediums or three small, how about that? Make sure you get some of that taffy for We`rika, too."

Alex was obviously never a mother, having no idea the ways sugar could affect children. Part of the problem was that she didn't have much of a sweet tooth herself, although she acted as though she was on a sugar high half the time. Deciding that if she was treating, she might as well get herself one as well, she plucked a yellow bag with red fish on it. "Swedish Fish, these things are great! I haven't seen 'em in years!"

She happily perused the section with Sevilin, almost as much as a kid as he was with the prospect of all the goodies.