Anon recognized the look on Mrrh's face; despite his face being shadowed, he had the same expression. He wasn't ready for...well, anything. A cold hand lifted, rubbing at the back of his own head, under the hoody.'I know how you feel.' He started, staring at the kids but signing at Mrrh. 'I went from being alone to having three people in the span of three days...' Pausing his signing, he rubbed his shadowed face; he was still scared, terrified even, but nothing could magically disappear. Might...might as well introduce them. He didn't want to wake them though, they looked so cute all clingy on the bed. 'The boy is Harry and the girl Cheryl...that bunny is Robbie. Harry...has a bleeding problem.' He warned, knowing his friend's affinity for blood. 'So...just try to be careful.'
They were out like a pair of lights all snug and comfortable. They noticed nothing outside of their little dreamworld where they had promptly entered after eating a sandwich and a bit of candy. Cheryl was the first to awaken her face nestled against her brother's side, her glowing eyes popped open as she sat up and peered about when she noticed the scent she had so familiarized herself with since last night had ... moved for the most part and the small girl became a little distressed before her eyes fell upon Daddy and a stranger. She leaned poked and prodded at Harry as he stirred a wake and sat up blearily, with his glasses askew, looking where his sister wordlessly pointed at. Oh crap more strangers...? Harry sat up and fixed his glasses and nestled a bit closer to his sister just in case. Cheryl didn't seem to mind as she helped Robbie sit up next to her so he could also get a good view of the stranger.
Mrrh sighed and nodded his head towards Anon, stiffening as the children stirred and then awoke. Right right their names flew out of his brain as soon as he realized the little girl was staring at him. He shifted...feeling horrendously uncomfortable and then gave a small wave to her.
"Hey.." The older boy started the conversation off lamely, he knew it was lame but he couldn't think of anything else to say in this situation. Moving he went to stand a bit closer to Anon more for a possessiveness and comfort than anything.
Anon tilted his head, watching them wake up...and then turned to Mrrh. 'Translate for me, please.' He asked his friend, reaching out to take his wrist in a cold hand, guiding him gently closer to the kids. There was a smile on his lips as he knelt down to be more on their level. 'Good morning' He signed slowly so they could watch. 'Harry, Cheryl, this is Mrrh. He is Daddy's...' He paused, shifting uncomfortably. It was weird, referring to himself as Daddy. 'Friend. He lives here too.'
They both watched the pair curiously as they moved closer to them. Daddy was making those movements with their hands again and almost immediately their eyes went from Anon to Mrrh in an expectant manner. That large man told them what Daddy was saying earlier so this person should know too! Cheryl's arms tugged her bunny closer as she watched them quietly with an unblinking stare. She didn't mean to do this, it just kind of happened for the most part, she didn't mind that this person seemed ... possessive. That was quite alright. Daddy was hers period. Nothing that could be said that would convince her otherwise but she wasn't going to bother herself with competing. Harry was slightly busy trying to mimic Anon again pauses and shifting included.
Mrrh watched Anon from the corner of his eyes, being translator felt...bizarre. And when Anon paused in his singing he couldn't help but flinch a bit at the way it was phrased. He took a breath and cleared his throat.
"He says Harry. Cheryl this is..." he couldn't really bring himself to refer to Anon as 'daddy' so he kinda skipped it, "Mrrh, his friend." He stated lamely.
"I live here with him...and I guess you two as well now.."
She didn't wish this person ill will or anything but she just smiled at him and tilted her head to the side, "We weren't going to leave," she informed in that soft, quiet voice. Not like they could leave if they wanted to. They would just follow Anon around until they were accepted by everyone including this person. It didn't matter to her what they thought; only Daddy mattered to her for now.
Harry gazed over his sister and let out a small disapproving sound, "Cheryl! Be good, he was here first," he reached over and tugged at a bit of her hair as if to continue scolding his sister. She let out a low growl in reply which caused Harry to retract his hand in a rather fast manner. "Sorry, Daddy and Mrrh..." he apologized for his sister's behavior.
'I do not want anyone to leave.' Anon signed, mildly surprised by the amount of sass that came from such a little girl; he should have known though, she was like this the night before. 'It is okay, Harry...I understand.' He really didn't, but he was starting to, and that was close enough, right? 'But...you are all very important to me, I need you all to get along.' He signed, trusting Mrrh to translate properly for him. He pat Mrrh's arm, then reached out to gently ruffle the twins' hair...even going to far as to pat Robbie's head. Creepy bunny was creepy. 'Do you think you could do that for me? Try to all get along?' The question was, of course, also extended to Mrrh.
Mrrh took another deep breath folding his arms over his chest wincing slightly as the gauze shifted and pressed against his healing scars. "He says he doesn't want anyone to leave... and Harry it's okay he understands." Mrrh started, it was mildly annoying to have to translate but at the same time he knew he had to. "He also says..." there was a pause and he sighed looking to the kids and back to Anon, "that we are all very important to him and we need to get along. " Mrrh didn't miss the fact the question was extended to him, it only made him sigh more and so he sat down where he was, looking Cheryl over and then Harry. He'd try for Anon so he put on his most serious face, "So don't give Anon trouble, if you need anything ask me." he took a step up to the plate, he wasn't ready to really look after kids but...he'd try for Anon.
She leaned lightly into the hair ruffling letting out a happy childish sound. Yay! Attention from Daddy, it was the most wonderful thing ever for the small girl. Cheryl set her gaze settled expectantly at Mrrh as if waiting for him to mess up somehow or awaiting yet more challenges to her rights as Anon's Daughter. The girl nodded slowly as she hugged Robbie tighter, "-I- won't give Daddy trouble," she assured quietly and buried her face into Robbie's furred shoulder. She wasn't sure what to make of this person at all. She just knew she felt as if he was challenging her or telling her that Anon could not be her parent with his earlier translation. She didn't want all of Anon's attention, just a portion of it.
Harry seemed fine with the current situation and even smiled a bit at Anon when he moved to ruffle his hair though he let out a small low hiss and flinched when the hand passed over the soft spot of his head where the open wound lay, "Okay. I will be good." Harry on the other hand liked Mrrh! He seemed interesting and liked Daddy, and that was okay by him!
Anon absently clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Well...it still had a hint of sass in it, but at least Cheryl was agreeing to be nice, in a roundabout away. He had pulled his hand back when Harry hissed, patting his shoulder instead. Oops! But...he wasn't sure what to do now. He couldn't hug all three of them at once, and if he hugged one group over the other...that would be bad. Chewing on his bottom lip, he pondered it over. What a strange little family unit they were...four creepy items in the same creepy, concrete roof. As he thought about it, he noticed Mrrh again; and the bandage that was still around his neck. 'Mrrh is recovering from something very serious...if either or you see him in a very bad mood, or if he is really scratching at his skin, you stay away from him and come find me instead, okay? I need you two to promise me this.'
Mrrh stiffened as he understood what Anon was saying and he felt his face flush a bit from embarrassment. He knew he had to warn the kids, but ..saying it third person felt...ridiculous. He scratched the back of his head slowly as if trying to find a way of translating so it didn't sound quite so scary.
"Anon says, Mrrh is recovering from something very serious, if I am in a bad mood or....scratching you're to go tell Anon right away as well stay away from me.." He replied with a nod of his head. Yeah..best to get the kids warned up now... looking at Harry he found his eyes stuck on his head wound. "Um....shouldn't we look after that wound of yours Harry? Does it hurt?" he inquired.
Cheryl nodded in response to Mrrh. She could do that no problem, anything to help out and show Mrrh that she wasn't a bad girl to have around and she deserved to stay around Daddy too! She peeked up from the bunny to Anon and then back to Mrrh as he addressed her brother's 'condition'.
Harry had also nodded but paused, caught a little off guard by Mrrh's apparent concern. He shifted his shoulders and smiled, unworried, "It's always been there and it probably won't go away," he assured with a small nod, "it is just what I am...it's like you with your mouth I guess...?" he assumed that didn't go away nor would Daddy suddenly speak to them with his voice any time soon.
Anon...didn't really question the head wound. Harry seemed just fine, aside from the blood problem...and a head wound was something that you just couldn't pretend was not there, if it was a real one. While Harry explained his wound to Mrrh, Anon sat down with his knees propped up and reached out to gently grasp Cheryl, pulling the little girl and her creepy plush closer. Hugging her against his chest, he pressed an awkward little kiss into the hair on the top of her head. A little thank you for being agreeable, really. He wasn't sure what possessed him to do so, but he did it, and while the other two chattered, he cuddled with the sassy but shy toddler.
Mrrh didn't miss the fact that Anon was hugging the girl, that strange twist in his gut again as he tried not to look at them. Instead he kept his distance from Harry as he wasn't sure if he could tolerate being that close to blood without triggering a reaction from him. His hands were already clenched into fists as it was.
"ah....." He lifted a hand to touch his stitches before nodding his head, right.."I see..as long as it doesn't hurt." he trailed off feeling more awkward than ever. Like the third wheel despite there being four of them. He had to remind himself...he use to play with Roxy...if he could handle Roxy this should be a peice of cake. He was then reminded of Evari...and how she acted and he cringed inwardly. He did NOT like that girl. "So...Cheryl...you ..really like that stuffed animal?"
She had no problem at all with getting pulled closer to Daddy and even wiggled closer to him out of the desire from the contact. Cheryl actually LIKED the way Daddy smelt it was oddly comforting to her though she couldn't explain how or why other than the fact that the smell hadn't brought her any harm or displeasure. She let out a small content sound from the kiss and otherwise she was silent as she watched her brother and Mrrh interact.
Harry gave a charming boyish grin as he nodded a bit, "It only hurts if someone touches it really, I make sure it stays covered...At least it doesn't ooze blood all the time," he chattered happily hoping as he did so the air of awkwardness and tension would fade away. He didn't feel any sort of jealousy or hatred at the fact that Anon seemed to already favor is sister with attention. It was alright, he didn't need it, he was happy if Cheryl was happy.
When the attention was brought on her she actually and quite shyly smiled at Mrrh and nodded, "Robbie is my best friend. He takes away the bad people..."
He didn't see the jealousy from Mrrh; as far as Anon was concerned, he was just expressing gratitude for the girl. But she was adorable, and remarkably comforting to hug into. Besides, it kept her appeased, and he'd do anything to keep everyone civil. His arms remained draped around the little girl and her plushie, watching the other two now that he could. The news about Robbie was new, and the hood tipped down as though he were looking at her; but really he was looking at the bunny. Could it do that? It...it did have blood all over it...He ahd just assumed that was from Harry! 'It is a good thing nobody here is a bad person.' He signed slowly, hoping Mrrh would translate; but the hood had lifted, and he was staring at Mrrh from the shadows of it.
Mrrh's attention had shifted to the bloody pink bunny when Cheryl talked about it. Took the bad people away? He felt that twist in his stomach again. It was just a toddler, he was fairly certain she meant bad dreams or something...he hoped. He noticed Anon sign to him and he rolled his eyes, "Anon says, good thing there aren't any bad people here..." He leaned back on his two arms wincing as the scars stretched and stung under the wrappings. "Ehehe..though I look like a mummy...I guess Anon's the daddy...I'll be the mummy..." he joked trying to get back into that mind set he use to have when talking to Roxy.
Cheryl simply smiled and nodded, "There aren't bad people here. Robbie would know," despite the rocky footing that Mrrh and she were currently on she didn't think of Mrrh as a bad person nor did she really dislike him despite the distress he put her in earlier. She lightly leaned on Daddy and actually giggled at the joke Mrrh made and so did Harry as he clasped his hand over his mouth to contain his mirth.
The twins peered at each other before Cheryl gazed at Mrrh, "...May I call you Uncle Stitches instead?" it wasn't that Cheryl didn't want to consider Mrrh a 'mummy' or a mother but it seemed far too silly was all, even for her tender age. Harry just smiled happy that his sister was no longer up in arms.
Surprise lit up his shadowed features at the 'joke' Mrrh made. Not only did he never recall hearing a joke from his scarred friend, but...what a joke that was! He smiled in amusement, but it somehow made him feel a little awkward...not that he could place why. 'Stitch for short.' Anon suggested with a grin, jolting suddenly as a rather heavy knock echoed from the other side of the crypt door. The knock had a pattern to it, a distinguishable one. 'One moment.' He excused himself, setting Cheryl back on the blankets before getting up, leaving the crypt and closing the door behind him, leaving Mrrh and the twins all alone.
The stitched up boy looked mildly panicked as suddenly Anon excused himself and left him alone with Cheryl and Harry. He was about to protest but then..he was gone. ********. ********... he found himself slowly turning his gaze to look at the two kids...
"Uh...well...um..." He murmured trying to figure out what to say in this sort of situation. "So..Cheryl..did you always have Robbie? or did you find him?" He asked before finding he didn't want to focus entirely on the girl he got up suddenly ...and then sat back down. Bad idea...getting closer to Harry...blood..and all. Stupid idea really. He gestured for the boy to come closer though...
Cheryl only pouted a little but otherwise she let Daddy go do what he needed to do. She turned her attention to Mrrh and nodded a bit as she hugged the plush and the head turned to stare at Mrrh as well seemingly on its own. "He came out with me," she answered softly as she watched Mrrh when he moved about to sit closer to her brother.
Harry was careful as he moved closer to Mrrh when he was motioned to move closer. He was covered in blood, this much was true, but at least he wasn't actively 'bleeding' for the moment. He couldn't help it as much as he wanted to. Harry tilted his head curiously when he got closer. What did Uncle Stitches want?
Mrrh eye'd the kids clothes and cringed a bit trying not to think on it. He wasn't put off by blood..nor turned on by it. It just reminded him of when he awoke in the bathroom covered in it. "Come..closer Harry..let's get you out of that.." he murmured as he turned his focus on the small boy though he continued to talk to Cheryl.
"Oh? Robbie must be very special to you....I can understand that. I had something too when I came.." he replied thinking to his dagger...and feeling a bit on the saddened side. He pushed the thought away.
"Yes, I don't ever want him to go away," she replied quietly as she watched her brother and Uncle Stitches interact with each other. "Did you lose it?" there was an actual note of concern to her voice. If she lost Robbie she didn't know what she would do...Probably cry...a lot.
Harry nodded happily. Mrrh didn't make him nervous at all for whatever reason now that he had gotten used to the presence. He edged close enough to be within touching distance and even started to pull and tug a bit at his bloodied shirt to get it off as he mumbled a muffled, "Okay~," he didn't want to keep wearing bloodied clothes anyways.
He really had no idea what he was doing, kids...? It seemed laughable that he was interacting with them like this. He shifted and then went to help Harry out of the shirt carefully, so no blood got on him. "wanna wear my cape Harry? Its furry and warm if you're cold." He offered as he looked the shirt over..it was so small.
At Cheryl's question his face took on a sad hue and hardened slightly before he shrugged. "I..gave it to Anon, he is keeping it safe for me." He replied, as it was the honest truth. Though he knew he'd never see it again in his life time...and if he did..it may be the last thing he saw.
The boy stood shirtless as he stared at Mrrh with wide eyes, "R-Really? O..Okay! I'll try to keep it clean," he promised earnestly. Wearing a cape sounded really neat! Plus it was like Uncle Stitches trusted him with an important item that belonged to them so he totally wanted to wear it and take good, good care of it!
The girl stared intently at Mrrh before she nodded a little, "Daddy will take care of it," she responded solemnly trying to be encouraging and comforting as well, at least as best as she could be. She paused a little bit as she stared down at Robbie and then glanced up at Mrrh, "I..If you want you can borrow Robbie sometimes," she offered shly, a small blush crept over her cheeks.
Mrrh nodded his head a small smirk on his face at Harry's obvious excitement at being able to wear the cape, he wished that he had some story attached that cape, but there was really nothing special about it. Of course...now he was no longer wearing it the large amount of gauze wrapped around his neck shoulder and chest was revealed in all its ugly glory.
He half turned surprised as Cheryl offered her bunny toy to him. He wasn't sure if he was going to get use to all these surprises. "That is very..nice of you Cheryl..thanks. But you keep huggin Robbie..if he helps. Anon gives me hugs to make me feel better too."
Harry quietly went about adjusting the cape upon his person. It didn't matter that there was no story attached just the fact that the older individual trusted him to wear it and thus take care of it that seemed to put the boy on Cloud Nine. He let out a small happy hum and seemed unbothered by Mrrh's wounds, not even a little grossed out by them. "Thank you~."
Cheryl rested her chin upon the bunny's head as she stared at Mrrh quietly before she nodded a bit, "Still," she insisted softly, "in case Daddy has to go somewhere and you need...an emergency hug," she mumbled still blushing. Cheryl never thought she would be making such offers but here she was offering.
The older boy gatehred his limbs up together and looked to Cheryl his eye eyes taking her in. She was so very different from Roxy, from Evari..it was a pleasant surprise in the least. He offered her a larger grin. "Emergency hugs huh? Alright..though you make sure you listen to what Anon said about being careful okay? " He warned her wondering why he felt the need to. He looked back to Harry and laughed, "There is a secret pocket on the inside of that Harry...see if you can find it." He offered the boy. He wondered what was taking Anon.
Cheryl nodded a bit, "I will," she promised quietly as her fingertips toyed with a bit of the fuzz on Robbie's ears. She was content with the fact that Mrrh didn't seem to be behaving as if she was an unwanted thing within the crypt. It was making her feel more at ease and helping her be kinder to him.
The boy blinked a bit. A hidden pocket? Alright! "Okay I bet I can find it!" he said excitedly as he plopped down where he stood and began his search upon the cape. Thus far he was coming up fruitless but it was at least keeping him entertained enough, he appeared to be rather easy to please.
After what seemed like an eternity, the crypt door creaked open, and Anon took two steps down before closing the crypt door. Then he moved down the rest of the stairs and over to the trio, looking from one to another - was Harry wearing Mrrh's cape? Yes, yes he was. Huh. The view he got of Mrrh's bandages had him frown, but there was really nothing more he could do about those; the damage had already been done. 'That was Jack.' He informed Mrrh, hoping Mrrh would pass that along. 'He...bought things, for you three.' There was something grudging about the way he moved; he'd apparently tried to sign Jack out of the gifts, but the big red head just couldn't be swayed, as evidenced by the black bag hanging from his shoulder.
Though he had begun to relax he still looked eagerly towards where the front door was, and his eyes watched as Anon came back down . He didn't know all the workers by name just yet, but he knew vaguely who Jack was.
"Anon was talking to Jack, and he brought you some things." He explained though he left himself out of the being included as well...he didn't really deserve anything.
Just as Anon entered the room Harry found the hidden pocket. It only took him one try and a very intent look on his face until he found it, "I found it!" he informed cheerfully and then stared proudly up at Anon, "Daddy! I found a hidden pocket in the cape just like Uncle Stitches said there would be!"
"Daddy~," Cheryl said happily, her face lighting up upon seeing Anon and then when the hand signs were made they looked toward Mrrh for translation almost immediately. She let out a small 'oh!' and tilted her head and Harry blinked a bit. First he got to use Mrrh's cape and then Jack gave them things? Awesome!
Anon gave Harry a thumbs up, chuckling silently at his enthusiasm. That was just way too cute...and the first time he'd seen the little zombie that happy about something. Stepping closer, he ruffled Harry's hair again, steering clear of the head wound. Smiling at Mrrh, he moved to kneal in front and in between the kids, opening the bag that Jack forced him to take. First, he pulled out an unusual pyramid-headed plush with a fake sword, handing it over to Harry. 'Jack said it was not fair that you had no toys.' Because Jack was weird and thought Harry needed a creepy-a** plush too, as the big man put it. For Cheryl, he pulled out a box of chocolate chip cookies. 'Because he felt bad that we had none last night.' Then, turning to Mrrh, Anon tossed him a stress ball, an amused grin on his lips. 'Because he thinks you are too high strung.' He signed, quoting his unofficial Guardian.
Red eyes watched as the gifts were given out, ...these children ate? Crap..that meant someone would need to learn how to cook..or make money to buy food. Anon already had a job...but what could he do? His thoughts were broken as the stress ball was tossed his way. "Har har..I'll make sure to 'thank' Jack later..." He muttered picking it up and rolling it in his hand for the moment. It took him a second to remember he was suppose to translate.
"OH...right...uh Harry, Jack wanted you to have some toys to play with...and Cheryl...he felt bad you didn't get some cookies last night..apparently Jack thinks I'm too high strung..."
They were out like a pair of lights all snug and comfortable. They noticed nothing outside of their little dreamworld where they had promptly entered after eating a sandwich and a bit of candy. Cheryl was the first to awaken her face nestled against her brother's side, her glowing eyes popped open as she sat up and peered about when she noticed the scent she had so familiarized herself with since last night had ... moved for the most part and the small girl became a little distressed before her eyes fell upon Daddy and a stranger. She leaned poked and prodded at Harry as he stirred a wake and sat up blearily, with his glasses askew, looking where his sister wordlessly pointed at. Oh crap more strangers...? Harry sat up and fixed his glasses and nestled a bit closer to his sister just in case. Cheryl didn't seem to mind as she helped Robbie sit up next to her so he could also get a good view of the stranger.
Mrrh sighed and nodded his head towards Anon, stiffening as the children stirred and then awoke. Right right their names flew out of his brain as soon as he realized the little girl was staring at him. He shifted...feeling horrendously uncomfortable and then gave a small wave to her.
"Hey.." The older boy started the conversation off lamely, he knew it was lame but he couldn't think of anything else to say in this situation. Moving he went to stand a bit closer to Anon more for a possessiveness and comfort than anything.
Anon tilted his head, watching them wake up...and then turned to Mrrh. 'Translate for me, please.' He asked his friend, reaching out to take his wrist in a cold hand, guiding him gently closer to the kids. There was a smile on his lips as he knelt down to be more on their level. 'Good morning' He signed slowly so they could watch. 'Harry, Cheryl, this is Mrrh. He is Daddy's...' He paused, shifting uncomfortably. It was weird, referring to himself as Daddy. 'Friend. He lives here too.'
They both watched the pair curiously as they moved closer to them. Daddy was making those movements with their hands again and almost immediately their eyes went from Anon to Mrrh in an expectant manner. That large man told them what Daddy was saying earlier so this person should know too! Cheryl's arms tugged her bunny closer as she watched them quietly with an unblinking stare. She didn't mean to do this, it just kind of happened for the most part, she didn't mind that this person seemed ... possessive. That was quite alright. Daddy was hers period. Nothing that could be said that would convince her otherwise but she wasn't going to bother herself with competing. Harry was slightly busy trying to mimic Anon again pauses and shifting included.
Mrrh watched Anon from the corner of his eyes, being translator felt...bizarre. And when Anon paused in his singing he couldn't help but flinch a bit at the way it was phrased. He took a breath and cleared his throat.
"He says Harry. Cheryl this is..." he couldn't really bring himself to refer to Anon as 'daddy' so he kinda skipped it, "Mrrh, his friend." He stated lamely.
"I live here with him...and I guess you two as well now.."
She didn't wish this person ill will or anything but she just smiled at him and tilted her head to the side, "We weren't going to leave," she informed in that soft, quiet voice. Not like they could leave if they wanted to. They would just follow Anon around until they were accepted by everyone including this person. It didn't matter to her what they thought; only Daddy mattered to her for now.
Harry gazed over his sister and let out a small disapproving sound, "Cheryl! Be good, he was here first," he reached over and tugged at a bit of her hair as if to continue scolding his sister. She let out a low growl in reply which caused Harry to retract his hand in a rather fast manner. "Sorry, Daddy and Mrrh..." he apologized for his sister's behavior.
'I do not want anyone to leave.' Anon signed, mildly surprised by the amount of sass that came from such a little girl; he should have known though, she was like this the night before. 'It is okay, Harry...I understand.' He really didn't, but he was starting to, and that was close enough, right? 'But...you are all very important to me, I need you all to get along.' He signed, trusting Mrrh to translate properly for him. He pat Mrrh's arm, then reached out to gently ruffle the twins' hair...even going to far as to pat Robbie's head. Creepy bunny was creepy. 'Do you think you could do that for me? Try to all get along?' The question was, of course, also extended to Mrrh.
Mrrh took another deep breath folding his arms over his chest wincing slightly as the gauze shifted and pressed against his healing scars. "He says he doesn't want anyone to leave... and Harry it's okay he understands." Mrrh started, it was mildly annoying to have to translate but at the same time he knew he had to. "He also says..." there was a pause and he sighed looking to the kids and back to Anon, "that we are all very important to him and we need to get along. " Mrrh didn't miss the fact the question was extended to him, it only made him sigh more and so he sat down where he was, looking Cheryl over and then Harry. He'd try for Anon so he put on his most serious face, "So don't give Anon trouble, if you need anything ask me." he took a step up to the plate, he wasn't ready to really look after kids but...he'd try for Anon.
She leaned lightly into the hair ruffling letting out a happy childish sound. Yay! Attention from Daddy, it was the most wonderful thing ever for the small girl. Cheryl set her gaze settled expectantly at Mrrh as if waiting for him to mess up somehow or awaiting yet more challenges to her rights as Anon's Daughter. The girl nodded slowly as she hugged Robbie tighter, "-I- won't give Daddy trouble," she assured quietly and buried her face into Robbie's furred shoulder. She wasn't sure what to make of this person at all. She just knew she felt as if he was challenging her or telling her that Anon could not be her parent with his earlier translation. She didn't want all of Anon's attention, just a portion of it.
Harry seemed fine with the current situation and even smiled a bit at Anon when he moved to ruffle his hair though he let out a small low hiss and flinched when the hand passed over the soft spot of his head where the open wound lay, "Okay. I will be good." Harry on the other hand liked Mrrh! He seemed interesting and liked Daddy, and that was okay by him!
Anon absently clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Well...it still had a hint of sass in it, but at least Cheryl was agreeing to be nice, in a roundabout away. He had pulled his hand back when Harry hissed, patting his shoulder instead. Oops! But...he wasn't sure what to do now. He couldn't hug all three of them at once, and if he hugged one group over the other...that would be bad. Chewing on his bottom lip, he pondered it over. What a strange little family unit they were...four creepy items in the same creepy, concrete roof. As he thought about it, he noticed Mrrh again; and the bandage that was still around his neck. 'Mrrh is recovering from something very serious...if either or you see him in a very bad mood, or if he is really scratching at his skin, you stay away from him and come find me instead, okay? I need you two to promise me this.'
Mrrh stiffened as he understood what Anon was saying and he felt his face flush a bit from embarrassment. He knew he had to warn the kids, but ..saying it third person felt...ridiculous. He scratched the back of his head slowly as if trying to find a way of translating so it didn't sound quite so scary.
"Anon says, Mrrh is recovering from something very serious, if I am in a bad mood or....scratching you're to go tell Anon right away as well stay away from me.." He replied with a nod of his head. Yeah..best to get the kids warned up now... looking at Harry he found his eyes stuck on his head wound. "Um....shouldn't we look after that wound of yours Harry? Does it hurt?" he inquired.
Cheryl nodded in response to Mrrh. She could do that no problem, anything to help out and show Mrrh that she wasn't a bad girl to have around and she deserved to stay around Daddy too! She peeked up from the bunny to Anon and then back to Mrrh as he addressed her brother's 'condition'.
Harry had also nodded but paused, caught a little off guard by Mrrh's apparent concern. He shifted his shoulders and smiled, unworried, "It's always been there and it probably won't go away," he assured with a small nod, "it is just what I am...it's like you with your mouth I guess...?" he assumed that didn't go away nor would Daddy suddenly speak to them with his voice any time soon.
Anon...didn't really question the head wound. Harry seemed just fine, aside from the blood problem...and a head wound was something that you just couldn't pretend was not there, if it was a real one. While Harry explained his wound to Mrrh, Anon sat down with his knees propped up and reached out to gently grasp Cheryl, pulling the little girl and her creepy plush closer. Hugging her against his chest, he pressed an awkward little kiss into the hair on the top of her head. A little thank you for being agreeable, really. He wasn't sure what possessed him to do so, but he did it, and while the other two chattered, he cuddled with the sassy but shy toddler.
Mrrh didn't miss the fact that Anon was hugging the girl, that strange twist in his gut again as he tried not to look at them. Instead he kept his distance from Harry as he wasn't sure if he could tolerate being that close to blood without triggering a reaction from him. His hands were already clenched into fists as it was.
"ah....." He lifted a hand to touch his stitches before nodding his head, right.."I see..as long as it doesn't hurt." he trailed off feeling more awkward than ever. Like the third wheel despite there being four of them. He had to remind himself...he use to play with Roxy...if he could handle Roxy this should be a peice of cake. He was then reminded of Evari...and how she acted and he cringed inwardly. He did NOT like that girl. "So...Cheryl...you ..really like that stuffed animal?"
She had no problem at all with getting pulled closer to Daddy and even wiggled closer to him out of the desire from the contact. Cheryl actually LIKED the way Daddy smelt it was oddly comforting to her though she couldn't explain how or why other than the fact that the smell hadn't brought her any harm or displeasure. She let out a small content sound from the kiss and otherwise she was silent as she watched her brother and Mrrh interact.
Harry gave a charming boyish grin as he nodded a bit, "It only hurts if someone touches it really, I make sure it stays covered...At least it doesn't ooze blood all the time," he chattered happily hoping as he did so the air of awkwardness and tension would fade away. He didn't feel any sort of jealousy or hatred at the fact that Anon seemed to already favor is sister with attention. It was alright, he didn't need it, he was happy if Cheryl was happy.
When the attention was brought on her she actually and quite shyly smiled at Mrrh and nodded, "Robbie is my best friend. He takes away the bad people..."
He didn't see the jealousy from Mrrh; as far as Anon was concerned, he was just expressing gratitude for the girl. But she was adorable, and remarkably comforting to hug into. Besides, it kept her appeased, and he'd do anything to keep everyone civil. His arms remained draped around the little girl and her plushie, watching the other two now that he could. The news about Robbie was new, and the hood tipped down as though he were looking at her; but really he was looking at the bunny. Could it do that? It...it did have blood all over it...He ahd just assumed that was from Harry! 'It is a good thing nobody here is a bad person.' He signed slowly, hoping Mrrh would translate; but the hood had lifted, and he was staring at Mrrh from the shadows of it.
Mrrh's attention had shifted to the bloody pink bunny when Cheryl talked about it. Took the bad people away? He felt that twist in his stomach again. It was just a toddler, he was fairly certain she meant bad dreams or something...he hoped. He noticed Anon sign to him and he rolled his eyes, "Anon says, good thing there aren't any bad people here..." He leaned back on his two arms wincing as the scars stretched and stung under the wrappings. "Ehehe..though I look like a mummy...I guess Anon's the daddy...I'll be the mummy..." he joked trying to get back into that mind set he use to have when talking to Roxy.
Cheryl simply smiled and nodded, "There aren't bad people here. Robbie would know," despite the rocky footing that Mrrh and she were currently on she didn't think of Mrrh as a bad person nor did she really dislike him despite the distress he put her in earlier. She lightly leaned on Daddy and actually giggled at the joke Mrrh made and so did Harry as he clasped his hand over his mouth to contain his mirth.
The twins peered at each other before Cheryl gazed at Mrrh, "...May I call you Uncle Stitches instead?" it wasn't that Cheryl didn't want to consider Mrrh a 'mummy' or a mother but it seemed far too silly was all, even for her tender age. Harry just smiled happy that his sister was no longer up in arms.
Surprise lit up his shadowed features at the 'joke' Mrrh made. Not only did he never recall hearing a joke from his scarred friend, but...what a joke that was! He smiled in amusement, but it somehow made him feel a little awkward...not that he could place why. 'Stitch for short.' Anon suggested with a grin, jolting suddenly as a rather heavy knock echoed from the other side of the crypt door. The knock had a pattern to it, a distinguishable one. 'One moment.' He excused himself, setting Cheryl back on the blankets before getting up, leaving the crypt and closing the door behind him, leaving Mrrh and the twins all alone.
The stitched up boy looked mildly panicked as suddenly Anon excused himself and left him alone with Cheryl and Harry. He was about to protest but then..he was gone. ********. ********... he found himself slowly turning his gaze to look at the two kids...
"Uh...well...um..." He murmured trying to figure out what to say in this sort of situation. "So..Cheryl..did you always have Robbie? or did you find him?" He asked before finding he didn't want to focus entirely on the girl he got up suddenly ...and then sat back down. Bad idea...getting closer to Harry...blood..and all. Stupid idea really. He gestured for the boy to come closer though...
Cheryl only pouted a little but otherwise she let Daddy go do what he needed to do. She turned her attention to Mrrh and nodded a bit as she hugged the plush and the head turned to stare at Mrrh as well seemingly on its own. "He came out with me," she answered softly as she watched Mrrh when he moved about to sit closer to her brother.
Harry was careful as he moved closer to Mrrh when he was motioned to move closer. He was covered in blood, this much was true, but at least he wasn't actively 'bleeding' for the moment. He couldn't help it as much as he wanted to. Harry tilted his head curiously when he got closer. What did Uncle Stitches want?
Mrrh eye'd the kids clothes and cringed a bit trying not to think on it. He wasn't put off by blood..nor turned on by it. It just reminded him of when he awoke in the bathroom covered in it. "Come..closer Harry..let's get you out of that.." he murmured as he turned his focus on the small boy though he continued to talk to Cheryl.
"Oh? Robbie must be very special to you....I can understand that. I had something too when I came.." he replied thinking to his dagger...and feeling a bit on the saddened side. He pushed the thought away.
"Yes, I don't ever want him to go away," she replied quietly as she watched her brother and Uncle Stitches interact with each other. "Did you lose it?" there was an actual note of concern to her voice. If she lost Robbie she didn't know what she would do...Probably cry...a lot.
Harry nodded happily. Mrrh didn't make him nervous at all for whatever reason now that he had gotten used to the presence. He edged close enough to be within touching distance and even started to pull and tug a bit at his bloodied shirt to get it off as he mumbled a muffled, "Okay~," he didn't want to keep wearing bloodied clothes anyways.
He really had no idea what he was doing, kids...? It seemed laughable that he was interacting with them like this. He shifted and then went to help Harry out of the shirt carefully, so no blood got on him. "wanna wear my cape Harry? Its furry and warm if you're cold." He offered as he looked the shirt over..it was so small.
At Cheryl's question his face took on a sad hue and hardened slightly before he shrugged. "I..gave it to Anon, he is keeping it safe for me." He replied, as it was the honest truth. Though he knew he'd never see it again in his life time...and if he did..it may be the last thing he saw.
The boy stood shirtless as he stared at Mrrh with wide eyes, "R-Really? O..Okay! I'll try to keep it clean," he promised earnestly. Wearing a cape sounded really neat! Plus it was like Uncle Stitches trusted him with an important item that belonged to them so he totally wanted to wear it and take good, good care of it!
The girl stared intently at Mrrh before she nodded a little, "Daddy will take care of it," she responded solemnly trying to be encouraging and comforting as well, at least as best as she could be. She paused a little bit as she stared down at Robbie and then glanced up at Mrrh, "I..If you want you can borrow Robbie sometimes," she offered shly, a small blush crept over her cheeks.
Mrrh nodded his head a small smirk on his face at Harry's obvious excitement at being able to wear the cape, he wished that he had some story attached that cape, but there was really nothing special about it. Of course...now he was no longer wearing it the large amount of gauze wrapped around his neck shoulder and chest was revealed in all its ugly glory.
He half turned surprised as Cheryl offered her bunny toy to him. He wasn't sure if he was going to get use to all these surprises. "That is very..nice of you Cheryl..thanks. But you keep huggin Robbie..if he helps. Anon gives me hugs to make me feel better too."
Harry quietly went about adjusting the cape upon his person. It didn't matter that there was no story attached just the fact that the older individual trusted him to wear it and thus take care of it that seemed to put the boy on Cloud Nine. He let out a small happy hum and seemed unbothered by Mrrh's wounds, not even a little grossed out by them. "Thank you~."
Cheryl rested her chin upon the bunny's head as she stared at Mrrh quietly before she nodded a bit, "Still," she insisted softly, "in case Daddy has to go somewhere and you need...an emergency hug," she mumbled still blushing. Cheryl never thought she would be making such offers but here she was offering.
The older boy gatehred his limbs up together and looked to Cheryl his eye eyes taking her in. She was so very different from Roxy, from Evari..it was a pleasant surprise in the least. He offered her a larger grin. "Emergency hugs huh? Alright..though you make sure you listen to what Anon said about being careful okay? " He warned her wondering why he felt the need to. He looked back to Harry and laughed, "There is a secret pocket on the inside of that Harry...see if you can find it." He offered the boy. He wondered what was taking Anon.
Cheryl nodded a bit, "I will," she promised quietly as her fingertips toyed with a bit of the fuzz on Robbie's ears. She was content with the fact that Mrrh didn't seem to be behaving as if she was an unwanted thing within the crypt. It was making her feel more at ease and helping her be kinder to him.
The boy blinked a bit. A hidden pocket? Alright! "Okay I bet I can find it!" he said excitedly as he plopped down where he stood and began his search upon the cape. Thus far he was coming up fruitless but it was at least keeping him entertained enough, he appeared to be rather easy to please.
After what seemed like an eternity, the crypt door creaked open, and Anon took two steps down before closing the crypt door. Then he moved down the rest of the stairs and over to the trio, looking from one to another - was Harry wearing Mrrh's cape? Yes, yes he was. Huh. The view he got of Mrrh's bandages had him frown, but there was really nothing more he could do about those; the damage had already been done. 'That was Jack.' He informed Mrrh, hoping Mrrh would pass that along. 'He...bought things, for you three.' There was something grudging about the way he moved; he'd apparently tried to sign Jack out of the gifts, but the big red head just couldn't be swayed, as evidenced by the black bag hanging from his shoulder.
Though he had begun to relax he still looked eagerly towards where the front door was, and his eyes watched as Anon came back down . He didn't know all the workers by name just yet, but he knew vaguely who Jack was.
"Anon was talking to Jack, and he brought you some things." He explained though he left himself out of the being included as well...he didn't really deserve anything.
Just as Anon entered the room Harry found the hidden pocket. It only took him one try and a very intent look on his face until he found it, "I found it!" he informed cheerfully and then stared proudly up at Anon, "Daddy! I found a hidden pocket in the cape just like Uncle Stitches said there would be!"
"Daddy~," Cheryl said happily, her face lighting up upon seeing Anon and then when the hand signs were made they looked toward Mrrh for translation almost immediately. She let out a small 'oh!' and tilted her head and Harry blinked a bit. First he got to use Mrrh's cape and then Jack gave them things? Awesome!
Anon gave Harry a thumbs up, chuckling silently at his enthusiasm. That was just way too cute...and the first time he'd seen the little zombie that happy about something. Stepping closer, he ruffled Harry's hair again, steering clear of the head wound. Smiling at Mrrh, he moved to kneal in front and in between the kids, opening the bag that Jack forced him to take. First, he pulled out an unusual pyramid-headed plush with a fake sword, handing it over to Harry. 'Jack said it was not fair that you had no toys.' Because Jack was weird and thought Harry needed a creepy-a** plush too, as the big man put it. For Cheryl, he pulled out a box of chocolate chip cookies. 'Because he felt bad that we had none last night.' Then, turning to Mrrh, Anon tossed him a stress ball, an amused grin on his lips. 'Because he thinks you are too high strung.' He signed, quoting his unofficial Guardian.
Red eyes watched as the gifts were given out, ...these children ate? Crap..that meant someone would need to learn how to cook..or make money to buy food. Anon already had a job...but what could he do? His thoughts were broken as the stress ball was tossed his way. "Har har..I'll make sure to 'thank' Jack later..." He muttered picking it up and rolling it in his hand for the moment. It took him a second to remember he was suppose to translate.
"OH...right...uh Harry, Jack wanted you to have some toys to play with...and Cheryl...he felt bad you didn't get some cookies last night..apparently Jack thinks I'm too high strung..."
