Third Floor Common Room

Liir was making pancakes.

He'd wanted pancakes, he'd thought Andrew might like pancakes, and it just seemed like a morning for, well... pancakes. As such pancakes (as well as a pan with eggs over easy and some sausage) were what he was making.

Plenty of, of course, since food invariably made other people hungry.

[ooc: open like a common room, especially if any 'budding families' would like breakfast]

[identity profile] cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Suffice to say, he was probably not expecting a leg glomp.

[identity profile] cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Trindle looked up, confused. Usually Papa was happy to see her. He'd lift her up in his arms and kiss her cheeks and make her something sweet for breakfast.

"Papa?"

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrew was still mostly asleep, at least as far as he was concerned, when he shuffled into the common room. He glanced at Liir, completely missed the the wee one, and flopped onto a couch.

"Smells good," he mumbled. He had flopped out of reach of the television remote, so he would just wait a bit, build up his awakeness, before getting up to grab it.

[identity profile] cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
But Trindle heard her Daddy!

The little sprite gave her Papa another squeeze before scampering around to the couch and pouncing.

"Daddy, Papa's acting weeeeeeeeird. Like he's got brainworms orra gremlin bite."

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrew's eyes flew open at the pouncing. "Brainworms?" Andrew looked concerned. "Liir, are you okay? Have any worms crawled into your ears?"

That particular Galaxy Quest movie moment would never not disturb him. "Because that can't be good."

He frowned at the little girl. "And, um, who is your friend?"

[identity profile] cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
She loved that movie. She watched it with Daddy all the time. She would settle in his arms and watch all kinds of nifty things.

"Daddy, are you being silly too?" she asked, telling him with very familiar eyes that it wasn't funny. Hers were black, but the expression was the same.

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a lot of blinking and some eye-rubbing, as though maybe this whole moment was the result of a wayward eyelash. "Sweetie," Andrew was addressing the little girl. "Are you lost? Are your parents around here somewhere?"

A tiny light bulb. "Oh! Are you a student? Maybe instead of turning into an animal someone turned into this, um, adorable little girl..."

Who was eerily familiar in a way.
Edited 2008-04-26 14:37 (UTC)

[identity profile] cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"My parents are you and Papa," she said, very firmly. She was very well-spoken and level-headed for a seven year old. "I'm not lost. I'm not a student here and I didn't turn into anything."

Then she gave them both a suspicious look.

"Is this a game? Cause it's not a good game. This isn't teaching me anything."

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrew frowned, sat up, and studied the girl. Little things stood out to him: her dark wavy hair, the shape of her eyes, the little quirking at the edge of her lips...

"Liir, is there, um, something you've forgotten to tell me?"

Andrew suddenly felt very worried, and oddly, just a touch violated.

[identity profile] cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Trindle sighed. They were being very silly. Exceedingly, ridiculously silly.

"Papa told you everything when he got back."

She'd been very little, but she could remember that. Papa remembered it so she could when she had to. She liked the present better, though.

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"So Liir is your Papa," he said slowly. He could see the evidence of that.

He reached out to take the little girl's hand, her small green hand, and had a rare moment of clarity -- an intuitive recognition.

"You're green," he said. "Quite a lovely shade."

He smiled at the girl, but glanced back at his boyfriend, realizing that he must be thinking the same thing. Was this going to be a welcome validation?

[identity profile] cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"And you're my Daddy!" she said, since it seemed to be State the Obvious Day. She moved to crawl up into his lap and give him a kiss to the cheek.

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Andrew was momentarily speechless. He simply wrapped his arms around the little girl in his lap and held her tight.

It was very comfortable, very right, and very much like a dream.

He found himself blinking rapidly again, but for a very different reason.

[identity profile] cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
She ensconced herself happily in Andrew's arms and kissed his cheek. There things went, making sense again. That was better. She reached out a hand to tug Papa to sit with them.

[identity profile] cleanedupgreen.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
The little one rolled her eyes.

"M'not Gramma."

[identity profile] wannabe-pan.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not crying," Andrew said with mock defensiveness. "It's an eyelash," he lied.

He gave the little girl in his arms a gentle squeeze. "So," he said carefully, "do you, um, do you know how to spell your name?"

Asking her what it was outright just seemed wrong.

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