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fallingUPstairs__x x Crew
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 Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 7:13 pm
"What about peanut butter?"
"Nuh-uh."
"Pretzels?"
"Ewww, nuh-uh!"
"Cookies, then! What about cookies?"
"Nooooo...!"
For what felt like the millionth time, Erebos began crying softly again, beating on Zekiel's arm with one weak fist. They had been there forever, under the dumb bright lights that made it hard to see, even with his baseball cap on. And that stupid hat was itchy and hot, too. Overall, this trip had been a complete waste in the toddler's mind, and his teary eyes sought Zekiel's. "Daddy... 'S go hooome..." he whined sadly.
"In a minute, Erebos, we need to find something here..." Zekiel fought hard to keep the venom and impatience out of his voice as he bounced the toddler distractedly, pulling his hat down out of habit. They had been in this blasted 7-11 for almost an entire hour, and there seemed to be nothing, absolutely NOTHING, that Erebos wanted to eat. Which was a problem, seeing as that was the only reason that they were here. It had been a few days since Erebos had come into his care, and Zekiel had just realized that there was nothing for his new child to eat. That is, there were a few solid things to eat, for the humans that dwelled in the mansion, but nothing suitable for children.
Hence their late-night venture into the convenience store, one of the few places Zekiel knew was open when he was awake. With a hiss of frustration, the vampire crossed the store once again, giving a deadly glare to match the cashier's mean-spirited smirk. The exasperated man barely looked at what he was picking up before he offered it half-heartedly to his picky son. "...mayonnaise?"
"Ewwww...!!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:10 pm
Despite that Elisabetta insisted on breastfeeding (Vincent didn't see why, he figured it was painful, seeing as their son seemed to already be teething), he had figured he should probably purchase a few jars of babyfood. Late in the evening. Why? The young man had hoped to leave while Lissy was getting the sleep she so needed, and so deserved. The birth had been a difficult one, with his fiancee being as small as she was, and Bentley having the extra appendages. So there they were, in the gas-station market.
"Carrots, Bentley?" Vincent shoved an orange jar under the infant's nose hopefully. Bentley had taken to riding on his father's shoulders; not only did this grant him access to the man's hair, but also to his earwings, which the infant found so fascinating. They were gold, just like his halo! Gold and fluffy! He none-too-gently yanked a feather out, and put it into his black hair, giggling.
"Mine!" Green eyes, however, fell onto something even more interesting than shiny gold feathers. A boy. "Oooh!" The infant reached with arms and tentacles, releasing his hold on his father's earwings. "Ooooh, mine!"
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fallingUPstairs__x x Crew
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 9:23 pm
So intent was Zekiel's focus on feeding his whiny little brat that he didn't notice the other father come in with his child. It was only when the other infant cried out that the vampire spotted the two. Given his current predicament, he seriously had no patience for having strange and awkward small talk with a stranger, so he merely shot them a weak smile and tried to continue shopping. Hopefully they would just keep to themselves so this process could be over quicker and he could get out of this accursed store.
However, Erebos had other plans. After hearing the cry of the other child, he rotated in his bundle of blankets, peeking up over his father's arm. Up to this point he had never actually seen another person around his own age, so this was very fascinating to him. His mouth fell open into a small 'o' as he slowly took in the baby's strange skin, little worms, and feathered circle; to put it bluntly, he was entranced. The naga leaned forward a bit more, and completely ignoring the baby's statement, pointed at him uncouthly. "Daddyyy. Daddy, who's... whosat? What's wif... wif his worms and fluffs?"
This outburst surprised Zekiel on a few levels. For one, it was the longest statement that he had ever heard come from his son, which accounted for the repeated pauses for breath. For another, for all the wonderous things that the naga had seen - the clan of vampires, the luxurious mansion - he had never shown more interest in anything than this boy. The vampire glanced between Erebos and the other pair for a few moments, then relented and began to walk over. At the very least it would give him a break from his frustrating quest for food.
"Well, why don't we go over and ask?" he murmured to Erebos before looking up at the father, a placid smile on his face. "It seems like our children have taken interest in each other, don't they? I hope you don't mind if we say hello; given the nature of my... occupation, we don't get out that much. I'm Zekiel," he said with a courteous nod, "and this is Erebos. Say hello, Erebos." But despite Zekiel's prompting, Erebos was intimidated by the sudden increase in proximity, and he sunk back into his bundle, eyes wide under his hat.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 2:56 pm
"Oh no, I don't mind," Vincent found himself beaming at the other man. Finally, a chance for Bentley to meet someone his age. "Nice to meet you. My name is Vincent, and this is my son, Bentley." He gestured upward, before using an arm to sweep the infant carefully off his shoulders. The infant was only a few weeks old, but he figured Zekiel wouldn't have been able to tell; if Vincent hadn't known himself, he might have thought Bentley was several months old.
"Ley!" Bentley agreed, gurgling. The infant was starting to pick up words and sounds; his favorites were 'Mine' and the only syllable he seemed able to pronounce from his name. He reached for Zekiel, tentacles flailing excitedly. New people! New people! And they were his! Just like everything else in the store. It really was unfortunate that Daddy didn't seem to understand that they didn't need to purchase anything--everything already belonged to them. So why would they have to pay for something that was already theirs? "Mine!"
"He's not very talkative yet," Vincent added apologetically. "I was looking for babyfood. But he doesn't seem to care what the flavor is, as long as it's his."
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