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Mystic-inspired Ficlit. It's just a parody. And it may come across as a tad OOC but it's just a parody and for silliness's sake. This is a future setting, with mostly a girl named Violet, Raphael, and their three-year-old daughter. Raph has gotta learn to watch his mouth.....

PS rated PG for mild language.

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"Nosedive, Daddy! Nosedive!"

Violet leaned against the wall casually, amusedly watching Raphael grab up their three-year-old little girl, Shia, and swoop her up and down, so low that the nosedive nearly did touch her petite little nose to the floor.

"Why is it," she remarked, "That our practice sessions with our daughter turn into silliness after a short span of time?"

"Your kid too, you tell me," he remarked, out of the blue tossing their daughter through the air at her mother. The girl squealed happily as Violet moved fast to catch her. "Ya know she's a little bundle of energy. Practicin' don't seem to be enough."

"Bundle of energy, nothing," Violet grinned at him as she patiently tossed Shia back, much to the little girl's evident delight. "She's got you wrapped around her little finger and she knows you'd do it."

"Damn straight," he remarked, kissing his little girl's green cheek noisily. "Daddy's girl, arentcha, Shia?"

"Damn straight, Daddy! Toss me again, daddy! Please!"

"Raph!" Violet's voice shrilled over Shia's happy laughter as he tossed her around a few more times.

"What?" he asked, surprised at the very dirty look she was giving him all of a sudden.

"Your mouth, buster! Didn't you hear what just came out of hers?"

"Oh." It dawned on Raphael what his wife meant. He stopped tossing his daughter around, a blank look on his face, and she whimpered unhappily. "More, daddy, more!"

"Men," Violet remarked, but with a forgiving smile leaned up to kiss his cheek. "You said the word, you do the time, my love, and explain to our child why she can't say those words--unless you want our daughter sounding filthier than anything I've ever heard you put out. Trust me, it'll happen."

Raph knew she had him cornered, but the age-old habit of him disliking letting her win every argument was hard to break."Only if you help me. I've heard you swear--"

"--About a tenth of what I've heard you do," she interjected pertly, knowing she'd won the argument before it started.

Tiny little Shia looked like she was about ready to howl a tantrum at this point. "Don't wanna talk! Wanna be tossed! Wanna practice 'njsu!" She looked about ready to let loose, and her stormy gray eyes filled with thunderclouds. "Wanna have fun!"

"We will in a minute," Violet, used to this, curtailed her outburst with a quick kiss to her pretty daughter's cheek, surprising her. "As soon as Daddy gets his point across."

She grinned wickedly at her daughter, and Shia shared a conspirital grin. "Oh. You punish daddy again?"

Much as she was tempted to answer in the affirmative, Violet knew she could not say yes. That would be belling the cat and that wasn't nice either. "No, sweetie, but sometimes even grownups have got to learn lessons too."

"Yeah, yeah," Raphael grumbled, slumping crosslegged to the floor and letting Violet plop their daughter into his lap. She snuggled in immediately, and he immediately hugged her back hard, cuddling her in what others would once have called a very un-Raph thing to do. But it could not be denied by a single person that once Shia had been born, All-too-tough Raph had been her willing slave. He loved her to distraction, and it had not taken her long to know it and firmly wrap him around her tiny fingers.

He did feel better when Violet flopped herself beside him and leaned against him, apparently intent on sharing the conversation, not just making him do it after all. They kissed quickly before she nudged him in the side. "Start talking."

"Okay, okay." Raphael rumpled his daughter's curls before smiling at her impish, upturned face as she grinned at him adoringly. "Shia, you know--some words aren't all that good to say, right?"

"You mean bad words? What Mommy was mad at you for? Words like f--"

"Shia!" Violet interjected quickly. The little girl looked startled, and her lip started to tremble.

"It's okay, sweetie," Violet swiftly reassured her little girl with a kiss. "You have the idea. Including that word. A word not fit for little girls to say."

"Daddy says--" the child began innocently, but this time, before Violet could say anything Raphael did.

"Daddy shouldn't say them either, especially around his little girl." Raph nuzzled her little tummy and she shrilled happily with laughter, while Violet smiled at them both. "I'm just mistake-happy where that's concerned, ya know."

"Well perhaps Daddy would learn to make fewer 'mistakes' if I washed his mouth out with soap," Violet suggested mischeviously. For a moment Raph wondered, to his horror, if she was serious. If their daughter weren't around she might actually have been, knowing her....

"Ewww, yucky!" piped up their daughter's little voice. "Soap tastes bad!" She made such a comical grimace that Violet's silvery laughter erupted.

"Exacty, sweetie," Violet assured her daughter. "Soap tastes bad, and those words are bad. Both are yucky to have in your mouth."

"So!" she said as she got up from where they'd been sitting on the dojo floor. "No more bad words. Promise, both of you?"

"I promise," said the little girl happily as she scrambled from her father's lap so he could get up. "No more bad words. Daddy?"

"Yeah, yeah, I swear." Raph struggled to his feet.

"No daddy, no swear!" piped up Shia, looking startled. "You swear, Mommy gonna wash your mouth out wif soap!"

Violet fell over laughing. Shia looked at her, then at her father, who only ruefully shook his head in an "What am I gonna do with her" sort of way.

Suddenly the child grinned. "An' if she does, I'll have the world's only daddy who hiccups bubbles!"

"Dishsoap's in the kitchen!" Violet squealed in glee as Raph grabbed her up from the dojo floor, swinging her around.

"Hiccup bubbles, will I?" he demanded jokingly as he swung her around. "I do that, so will you!"

"You won't have to if you learn to curb that mouth of yours!" she giggled, looking up at him with her green eyes sparkling intensely--the kind of look that always made him stop in his tracks. "Use it for something else maybe...."

"Darn straight!" he mumbled against her lips before kissing her hard and causing her blood to boil, and be suddenly glad he was holding her.

Around their feet, Shia laughed gleefully and yelled out for the entire Lair to hear, "Ewww, Mommy and Daddy are kissing again! Run away....only sick people wanna see them kiss!"