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 Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 7:38 pm
The winter months were closing in, and Christmas has snuck up on the world as it does. Like a viper ever present in the mind of the consumer, waiting for Halloween to end so that it's reign of merry terror can begin. The plethora of holiday themed commercials were close to driving Solange insane. It didn't matter if she turned off the tv, and switched to radio; they were still there. Buy this, buy that, falalala. In all honesty, she was just glad that the twins were still young enough not to want certain toys for Christmas and she didn't have to get too wrapped up in the shopping hell that most parents faced. One day it would happen, but not this year!
Peeking around the corner, Solange checked on the twins. They were still in their respective playpens (she'd learned not to put them together in such spaces), and looked content enough. Surrounded by the limited Christmas decorations in the livingroom, they looked almost peaceful. If Hawke hadn't been in the process of pulling Mrs. Blue Bonnet's remaining arm off, that is.
Seeing as she wasn't that far away, she felt safe enough to step into the kitchen and start fixing supper. "Let's just call your dad and see what he's up to." Solange turned the radio to a Christmas station (might as well, right?), but not so loud that she wouldn't be able to hear her pups while reaching for the cordless phone. She punched in the familiar number, waiting for her husband to pick up on the other end.
Unfortunately for her the music masked the sounds of rapid growth. It had begun the moment Solange turned her back. Mrs. Blue Bonnet was tossed to the wayside when Hawke began to hurt all over. She wanted to cry out, but her voice didn't seem to want to listen to her. Her cute little candy cane striped onesie split, ripped, and fell to pieces beneath her.
The transformation ended with a very confused, very much larger young girl cramped up in her playpen. She was on her hands and knees, intensely blue eyes taking in her surroundings. Or attempting to. Hawke tried to look around her, but the veil of hair over her eyes prevented it. With a growl she tried swatting it away.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2016 9:22 pm
Painted Moose Geez...I lost track of time with everything going on, and I can't believe it's almost been a month since you started this. I'm sorry! Casey was doing what he did best in his playpen, he was chewing away on something and no telling what it was. Food? Chewed. Toys? Chewed. Furniture? Chewed. Urban had gone out to get the biggest rawhide bones for each of the twins once they started to chew on everything to help with the teething. It had only mildly helped. He was startled a bit at the sudden elongating of limbs, the ripping of clothes that had nothing to do with him or his sister tussling. He blinked a little looking around and in true Casey fashion rolled to his back with an utter lack of caring, and went back to chewing on his bone for the moment. Meanwhile, Urban had picked up the phone, and was talking to Solange easily as he made his way through the store, the blue tooth in his ear blinking away some so he could have both hands free. “You asked me to look for stuff for the kids for Christmas while I was here, any suggestions? Else I swear babe I’m hitting up the pet store again for stuff.” He wasn’t joking really. There was a slight growl from him as he found himself with a man blocking his path. “Move it pal.” Casey had shifted at this point, kicking his feet against the side of the playpen enjoying the clattering sound the metal made, and he got a thoughtful look. Metal was as tasty as anything, and he was flipping himself over, and pulling himself up to a stand to start chewing on the sides of the playpen. Why it hadn’t occurred to him he was inside a tasty snack before now, he didn’t know.
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Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 12:10 pm
Poor little Mrs. Blue Bonnet lay crumpled in the floor, toppled over and forgotten. Hawke had only been vaguely interested in retrieving her toy when it became clear to her that now...now she could stand. And when she did, albeit wobbly, she could see over the playpen. Brushing her hair back angrily, the little spitfire picked her way over the edge of the playpen, narrowly avoiding having it crash to the floor. It was a long process, one with much fussing and odd positioning but Hawke finally managed to get free.
She looked over at her brother, noting that he too had changed, but his action caused her to scrunch up her nose. Didn't he see freedom?! Snorting, she turned away from Casey, and dropped down into a crouch to regain her balance.
Until she saw her target; the very big, very bright Christmas tree. Grinning, Hawke made her way closer .
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Meanwhile, oblivious to the changes in her household, Solange cooked away. She was prepping a pasta based dish; something simple for her and Urban that would keep for a few days. "Other than something warm to wear when we go out, just go back to the pet store. Get some of those tugging ropes; I'm kind of curious to see who would win." Solange laughed. It might have been a little odd to pit your kids against each other, but it was all in good fun. And besides, it wasn't as if they didn't already mess with each other. Solange cocked her ear, listening to a few knocking noises from the living room, but for the most part she didn't pay them any mind. Her kids were always making noises, even as young as they were and so long as it wasn't anything too loud-
Crash!
Now that had Solange's full attention. Phone in hand, she rounded the corner, already prepared to see one of the playpens knocked over or something broken. What she saw made her shriek and drop the phone onto the floor.
Babies...her babies weren't babies?! Casey was still chewing, which while comforting, was still a shock because of his size. When had-? "Hawke!" Solange rushed over to where the tree had once stood, and found her now child sized daughter tearing through branches from the underside. She moved the tree to the side, more grateful now than ever that they had decided against decorative christmas ornaments. What if one had cracked and cut her? "Hawke, baby, stop moving so much - don't you dare kick me - and stop chewing on that!" As it was Hawke was tangled in garland, and little bits of fake tree branches, most of which were easily brushed aside. She didn't look happy at all until her mother scooped her up in a tight hug.
Hawke had single handedly crushed one whole side of presents and tree, but Sol didn't care. She hugged her baby girl tight and kissed her forehead before moving closer to her son. "Casey, don't you want to come out?" Tentatively, Sol reached in to ruffle her sons hair before sitting with her side against the playpen. This was...this was big. "Your dad is going to flip out."
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 10:30 am
Casey looked up from what he was doing (and what he was almost always doing. Chewing things was fun, okay?!), and watched his sister in curious interest. He kept chewing as he watched, not in a hurry to leave the playpen. Nope, he wanted to see just how much chaos she was about to cause before he got caught in the crossfire. Let her start it, help her finish it. That seemed like a good idea. --------------- His eyes lit up a little seeing the tree come toppling down though he'd yet to stop his chewing and start climbing when their mother entered the room. He didn't know their father had just agreed the warm clothes and chew ropes were a good idea. Or that he was now yelling loudly into his phone (and attracting wary stares and a wide berth from people freaking out!) trying to find out what had happened. Casey regarded their mother curiously before he was pulling himself up to his feet then, still chewing but lifted his hands up and closed and opened his fingers repeatedly. The universal signal for 'Uppy'. If Hawke was going to get cuddles, then he was too by Arceus! "Solange! SOLANGE! What's wrong!? Are you okay? Are the kids okay!? SOL!"
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 3:51 pm
Solange was more than a little lost for words. She noticed Casey's movements, and sat Hawke down briefly so that she could lift her son up into her arms. It felt so right to have him there, but so damn strange at the same time. When she looked back down Solange noticed with a start that Hawke had moved towards the phone, and was now growling at it, as if it were a creature that had kidnapped the father currently freaking out on the other end.
Sitting down next to her girl, Solange crossed her legs, lifted the phone to her ear and pulled Hawke up onto her lap with Casey.
"STOP SCREAMING DAMMIT, WE CAN ALL HEAR YOU." She hadn't meant to yell at him, nor had she meant to give her daughter a start, but Solange's emotions were at their peak. When she answered next her voice was shaky, but attempting to be calm, "Sorry, sorry, you just...you need to come home right now."
In her new position Hawke reached over for Casey, running her hand over his shoulder and upper arm. He was her brother and yet not at the same time. She sniffed him, just to make sure.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2016 2:03 pm
Painted Moose I suck, sorry. I've been dealing with writers block for ages it seems like. Casey was content to be in his mothers arms and let out a rumble as his arms wound around her neck, though he was watching his sister with a curious look on his face, at the sounds of his dad....but he couldn't see him. Urban shut up quick as Solange yelled at him, it wasn't a first. Just a first in recent memory. "Everything okay? I'm on my way home right now. Should I buy the things still or...?" he didn't want to buy it then be yelled at for taking too long. Nor leave it then be yelled at for not buying it. Urban was covering his a** by asking his wife what she wanted him to do. It seemed safest. At Hawke sniffing him, Casey leaned in and he did the simplest of things. He licked her cheek and grinned even as he squirmed from their mothers arms and reached for Hawke, intent on tussling with her while their mother was currently occupied with the thing holding their father prisoner by the sounds of things.
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2018 9:01 pm
Lirilei Do you have Discord? I'm PaintedMoose #1121
Should he still buy the...? Looking at the kids, Solange curled her nose, "Yes...? Maybe...no, definitely, yes, just get it and come home. There's something you need to see." There was no point mentioning exactly what he'd need to see; that bit could be just as surprising to him as it had been to her. She released Casey, allowing him to chase after his sister however he pleased while she sank onto the ground near the playpen. At least they wouldn't have to fuss with that damn thing anymore.
"We're fine, the kids are fine, I just need a little help." ....and a shot of whiskey.
Hawke crouched on her hands and knees, shaking her bare a** in the air like a pup before tackling Casey. As soon as she was able to she started to bite and tug at his arms, pawing at her brother as one did when they were being 'affectionate'. An outsider may think she was trying to maim him, but from Hawke's perspective, it was the highest form of respect. Too bad her hair kept getting in the way! It kept falling this way and that, even going so far as to block her vision at times.
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