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 Posted: Tue Mar 17, 2009 7:38 am
"Ivy, please stop staring at me. It's seriously creeping me out."
Ivy continued to glare. Lucas had woken her up early and smuggled her out of the warm apartment into the cold air as he went to school that morning and she was NOT. HAPPY. She burbled moodily, chewing on a finger as though wanting to bite it off.
Lucas cringed as the infant continued to stare at him. Babies were normally cute and cuddly, weren't they? It was just his luck he got Rosemary's Baby.
....crap. He'd never thought of it before. What if she really was a demon-baby. It would explain so much.
"Ah, god," Lucas said with a groan, shifting the baby carrier in his hands and making Ivy grumble angrily at him. "I've got the daughter of the devil."
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 2:38 pm
Mornings sucked. They sucked hard. Despite having been on the landscaping crew for however many years (like he cared how many years of his life he had spent planting ******** flowers), Nathan still felt the urge to hurl his alarm clock against the wall every morning it awoke him with its noisy-loud-beeping-noise. But more recently, he had felt like throwing something else against the walls every morning, something that was astonishingly more annoying than the alarm clock. And that annoyance was currently riding piggyback as Nathan walked down the sidewalk because his legs "didn't feel like moving."
Mornings sucked even more when you had to carry a lazy toddler around.
Burrowing his face into the soft fleece of Nathan's jacket, Jacen snoozed lightly as he was carried. Like his father-figure, the boy generally disliked mornings, but he had discovered a way to counteract: forcing Nathan to carry him. While the man walked towards the daycare that was Jacen's occasional prison, grumbling incessantly the entire way, the boy was able to relax.
Haha.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 3:33 pm
Too busy staring at the sidewalk and brooding over his terrible luck, Lucas didn't see the man burdened with a toddler on his back until it was too late.
"OW."
Lucas had very gracefully walked into the man, fallen, and landed on his face.
Ivy gave a frightened wail as her carrier fell to the ground with an uncomfortable thud. Ow. OW. Stupid boy! Stupid carrier! ARGH stupid everything!
"WARGH."
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