fandomhighdorms | The Roof of the Dorms, Sunday Morning

In the quest to find someplace that was spacious enough for the gaggle of children that happened to be following Reno about, Reno had decided to hit the roof with his own spawn. It was big, there was a view, and at present, it promised to be at least a little quiet.

Reno had also insisted that he make a run for breakfast before heading up there, and had possibly gone a little overboard, returning with about every breakfast food under the sun, and possibly a good deal of food that wasn't breakfast-oriented, either.

There was no way that the kids were going to be able to eat it all. That didn't bother Reno any. Meant there was more food around for later. Food was an important commodity when there were kids about. He was certain of it.

Now if only the weird one would stop trying to teach the scrambled eggs to dance. They weren't that overdone.

[Posted for a couple in particular, but totally open for kids, posse members, frustrated parents- Reno really, really overdid it on the food.]

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"Stop following me!" Ron shouted at the blond girl following him to the roof. "I'm not your father."

Dōjima stood in the doorway to the roof and smirked. It was. Cute. Really.

"Riina, quit playing with your food," she called, wandering over to lean by Reno. "I don't think Reno's scrambled eggs are sentient enough for play-time. That's what your siblings are for."

"You are my father!" the girl shouted back as she stomped around after him. "Now feed me breakfast and take me home to the good daddy!"

"I'm not taking you anywhere," Ron grumbled. "Because you're not my daughter and I did not have another baby with-"

Ron choked on the name and didn't even try to get it out.

"It didn't happen!"

Reno gave a nod of agreement.

"Though, I gotta admit, she's got a good... shuffle. Thing."

No, he had no idea what he was talking about when it came to dancing.

He looked at Dojima. "How'd we end up with this one?"

"The good daddy? I ain't even gonna try figurin' out the logistics of that one," Reno smirked. "You been starvin' your kid, Princess, I might gotta kick your ass."

Perhaps it was a sign of goodwill. Or perhaps the child's fit was giving him a headache. Whatever it was, Reno was going to slide a tray of assorted breakfast-like items toward Ron.

"The gods hate us?" she suggested, shrugging. "I mean, in what world of wrong did we sleep together in the first place? No offense."

"I thought you had gotten over this whole denial issue," the girl said in a tired snobbish tone. "I wish you would as it's very tiresome and I'd rather not be with any more poor people if I don't have too."

"No, no, I hear you on that one," Reno snorted and shook his head. "No offense right back, Doji, but I wasn't interested in you before, and now that I know that our DNA combined creates... Uh. That..."

He eyed Riina warily for a moment. Okay, still his daughter. Still sweet, in her own special way. But the dumbapple fell very far from the tree, here.

"She's not my daughter," Ron grumbled angrily, "She's-"

"You! Servant type person!" the girl said pointing at Reno. "Bring me a plate of banana pancakes with maple syrup and sausage and a glass of pumpkin juice freshly squeezed."

Ron just looked at Reno with an expression of "See what I mean?"

"Just grab some food and be done with it," Ron said in a grumpy tone.

"She's the spawn of the devil," Reno observed. "Definitely yours." Reno just grinned back.

He had no sympathy for anyone today. He'd ended up with four. And one of them was a chain-smoking alcoholic.

"Do not speak to me like that!" the girl shouted. "I don't have to put up with that attitude!"

"Where's my pancakes you dirty muggle?!" the girl demanded as she stomped her foot. "I demand you give them to me now!"

"Funny," Ron said dryly. "At this point I could swear she's more like yours."

"Woe. A guy who's actually my friend rather than trying to get in my pants." Dōjima rolled her eyes. "I'm crushed, Red, really."

"I don't know, have we asked her if she has siblings yet? For all we know, there's a whole pack of them, and she's the strange one. Stranger one. Something. Maybe she's what happens when we let Rude babysit? He might have done it just to vex you?"

Reno rolled his eyes.

"Your kid's hungry, Ron. There's food here. Probably some pancakes with remotely banana-like flavoring in 'em." He paused and raised an eyebrow. "Who the hell juices pumpkins anyhow?"

"If this is Rude's fault, I'm never lettin' him near kids again," Reno decided. "Whole damn world might collapse."

He looked at the girl again.

"Siblings? What if she's the normal one, Doji?"

"Take a look at your brood, Reno," she said, sweeping her arm to include the entire roof. "I don't think any of them are normal. Obviously, she gets it from your side of the family."

"That ain't totally true," Reno argued, looking at the menagerie and shaking his head. "Ruba's normal. She likes to ride on my shoulders, things like that. Normal kids do that, don't they?"

He wasn't sure. He had a pretty good notion. But he wasn't sure.

"Ruba gets it from Rikku," she teased. "Kidding. I dunno, I was an only child, and spoiled rotten. I have no idea what normal kids do."

"Riina!" The crazy girl was now trying to tap along the edge of the roof. "No. Three feet back from the edge, please."

"Four feet," Reno said quickly, and he was on his feet before he even realized he was going to stand up, watching like a hawk to make sure that the girl backed away like she was told.

He might have remained standing there for a moment more than necessary before he let himself relax enough to sit down again.

"Didn't have much of a family life, myself. Had to grow up quick, yo. Hope none of these kids'll ever have to."

"It's actually quite good," Ron replied. "And the kid is old enough to get her own food. As far as I'm concerned."

"Father!" the girl demanded. "I demand you peel this grapes for me!"

"No. Eat them with the skin," Ron ordered.

"If I'm your father then I'm sure I have this attitude quite a bit!" Ron shouted back. "Now go grab some food and shut your bloody pie hole!"

Reno bit his lip for a second, trying to stifle his laughter.

"Seems like some other you really has his work cut out for him," he mused. "I almost pity the guy." Reno grabbed a piece of toast and absently took a bite. "How'd you end up with such a -uhm. Such an outspoken little brat?"

Seraphina had not been forgotten, not by far, but Romeo'd assumed she would stay asleep while he went to deal with Kaz (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/1363072.html?thread=112511360#t112511360).

Silly Romeo.

Awakening, Seraphina followed the group up to the roof, then stood looking at the table of food. She bounced a little in frustration. It smelled so good, but she couldn't quite reach anything.

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