TYPIST TAKEOVER
Thanks to this post, Mark and Roger were... not themselves.
*is smirking a little. In that... self-satisfied way Roger has*
*wanders in with teh baby, who is babbling nonstop* *and is listening attentively*
*grins widely* Well, well, well, who have we here?
*looks up and smiles, not actually noticing anything odd yet* Hello darling. Gracie, say hi to daddy.
Gracie: *squeals and giggles*
*scoops Gracie up and examines her, eyebrow raised in a peculiar (for Mark) way* Well, look at you. I think she grew some since this morning.
*smiles at them* She's beautiful.
She'll be driving 'em wild before you know it, won't you, kid? *grins cockily at teh bebeh*
*blinks at Mark*
*grins at Elphie* So, gorgeous, how you doing?
*slowly* Still feeling a bit off, but better. *because she wasn't feeling well this morning ^_^* Are you alright?
Abso-fucking-lutely. Why do you ask? [.....*DIES*]
[[/MARK/]]
............. *stares*
*blinks at her* *defensively* /What/?
Gracie: *starts poking his cheek curiously*
*kisses Gracie's finger* What do /you/ want, squirt?
Gracie: Grrrr! *which is her name for Roger*
*laughs* Yeah, sorry, kiddo, Rog is... off doing whatever the hell it is he does.
Mark, what's gotten into you? You know not to use language like this around Gracie.
Roger: *is, for the record, off in a side room with his guitar, being thoughtful and creative and not-too-emo*
*ponders* I guess. 's not like she's not gonna /hear/ it, though.
Gracie: *happily* Uck!
[*DIES*]
[[.....]]
*catches a glimpse of Elphie's face* Um... okay, yeah, I'll be more careful. *to Gracie* Nope, we're not gonna say that one.
*yeah, looks horrified, murderous, etc*
Gracie: *looks at him curiously* Uck?
*shakes his head and tries NOT to look rather amused* No.
Gracie: *seriously* No uck.
*seriously back* No uck. Mom doesn't like that one.
No. No she does not.
*rolls his eyes* Geez, Elphie, it's not the end of the world if she says a bad word, you know.
... she's six months old, Mark. She has a vocabulary of under 15 words. If one of those words is a bad one, I have the right to be upset.
*puts up a hand in surrender - the other is holding Gracie* Okay, okay, breathe, baby.
Gracie: Grrrrr! *happily*
Yeah, we'll find him in a little bit, how's that? I know he's around her somewhere.
Gracie: *reaches up and smooshes his cheeks together, making him get the fishlipsthing* Gracie: *happy* Grrr!
*glances over at Elphie, a bit confused* Elphie? Why is our daughter calling me Roger?
*looks bewildered* I have no idea.
[The kid's smarter than they are.]
[[ I love it ]]
*to Gracie* What's up with /your/ brain?
Gracie: *babytalk "huuuuh?"*
You, my kid, are slightly twisted. I'm not Roger. I'm Mark. Daddy. 'Member?
Gracie: *happy squeal* Deeee! *translation: "Daddy"*
*grins that cocky-ass smile that... well, honestly, Elphie should recognize at this point* There we go, I knew you couldn't be /completely/ devoid of brain function.
... *peers at him*
Gracie: Deee? *looks around for him*
*sighs in frustration* I give up! My own kid doesn't recognize me. Je/sus/.
You are acting awfully strange, Mark.
*raises an eyebrow* Um... right, whatever.
Gracie: *giggles to herself*
What /are/ you giggling at?
Gracie: *reaches up and grabs his nose*
*makes a face* Yeah, that's my nose, mind giving it back?
Gracie: *giggles again and tugs before letting go*
*crosses his eyes and passes her back to Elphie* What's up with /her/?
*takes her* I don't know... she was fine this morning...
*mock seriously* Did you drop her again?
*makes a face at him* Very funny.
*grins again* Hey, don't get mad at me. *leans over and kisses her... pretty deeply*
*surprised sound!* *and takes a moment to kiss back, but finally does, a little hesitantly, because he just /isn't kissing like Mark/*
*Nope. He's kissing like Roger. Which, April says, is a /completely/ different experience. Although... APRIL WHY DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO KISS MARK?*
*yeah, but hasn't kissed Roger. so doesn't know that*
*pulls back and SMIRKS in that way only Roger can... USUALLY*
*oddlooks him* ... right then.
*raises his eyebrows* What?
That was.... different.
*smirks* Good different or better different?
*after a moment's consideration* Different different.
*shrugs* Okay.
Gracie: *looking back and forth between them*
* Roger has joined #desperatefans *so, yes. Exists in a side room*
* Mimi has joined #desperatefans *totally existant :D*
*with a guitar*
Hey baby. *kisses his cheek*
*blushes a tad* Hey.
*makes a face at Gracie*
How are you? *taps the guitar* Move.
Gracie: *giggles* Grrr.
*moves the guitar carefully - a little more carefully than normal, more like Mark and his camera, honestly*
How many times have I got to tell you I'm Daddy, not Roger?
*sits on Roger's lap* How are you?
Gracie: *shakes her head stubbornly* Grrr.
Gracie, baby, that's -daddy-.
Gracie: *looks around* Deee?
*waves a hand in front of her face*
Gracie: *blinks at him*
*yeah, wow, that's an interesting reaction. which prompts a blush and a clearing of the throat* Fi-fine. How're you?
*points to himself* Daddy.
Gracie: *frowns at him* Grrr.
No, /Daddy/.
Gracie: *looks around excitedly for her dad*
*sighs in exasperation* I give up.
*blinks a little at blushing* Just peachy. What's up? *wraps her arms around his neck*
*smiles adorably, but totally tries not to... 'cause he's so totally in love* Not much. You?
*kisses him lightly* Nada much either
I don't know what's going on with her...
*blushes. Just a little. And grins in that vaguely goofy geeky way Mark usually does around Elphie* Okay.
I don't know. She's having an identity crisis. Thinks she's Will.
Gracie: *perks up at mention of Will*
... you feeling okay, baby?
Huh? Oh, yeah, um. Yeah. Why?
You're all blushy. *pinches his cheek*
*mumbles* 'm /not/. *blushes more*
*kisses the top of Gracie's head*
Yes you /are/. It's cute. It's new.
Will's back home with 'Ril, kiddo.
*blinks* Since when do you call her "'Ril"?
*blinks* Um... I don't know?
You sound like Roger.
*snorts* Yeah, right.
*mumblessomethingincoherant*
What was that?
Nothing. *BLUSH*
.... *blinks and looks at him again* Right.
No seriously, what?
Um... just... um. Nothing. *kisses her cheek* Love you.
Love you too, baby. *gives him a /proper/ kiss -- meaning with tongue*
*squeaks a little and returns the kiss... in a much more MARKISH way*
*pulls away* When have you ever squeaked?
*blinks* Um... since... I don't know?
You just did
Gracie: *to Elphie* Deee?
I did? N-no I didn't. *blushmildflail*
*gently* He's right there, baby. *nods to Mark*
When I kissed you.
Gracie: No!
Um... *mumbles something about needing water and... well lifts Mimi out of his lap and half-flees. 'cause... wow, embarrassed*
*and flees through the main room, blushing madly* HiElphieHiMark.
*blinks* Huh. That was weird.
... What the hell.
*looks up, blinking* Hi... Roger...?
*looks back at Mark, raising her eyebrows*
*gets a drink, then comes back into the main room and perches, very Mark-like, on the arm of a sofa*
*shrugs*
... hello again, Roger. Staying this time?
*pokes her head in* Rog? Baby?
Huh? Oh, um, yeah. *brightens and blushes at the same time* Hey, Meems.
*blinks at Roger* He is acting /weird/.
Hey Mimi.
I noticed. He ran when I kissed him.
*mumbles* NoIdidn't.
... and you never call me Meems. Or squeak.
He /squeaked/? *laughs. HARD.*
When I kissed him
.... Really. *intrigued*
And blushed.
Gracie: *suddenly squeals* DEEEEEE! *and reaches out for Roger*
*blushes* I /didn't/. *blinks*
*blinks*
Um... I, uh... no, that's /him/, sweetie. *points to Mark*
... unless Roger has something to tell me
Huh? *gets it* Oh! No, no, I... no, really.
Gracie: *keeps reaching out for Roger* Dee!
Gracie, baby... that's Roger.
*snickers at Roger* Man, you are so gullible.
*gets up and holds his hands out* May I?
*raises her eyebrows and watches*
*shrugs* I don't have a problem with it - ask her mother.
*to Elphie* Can I hold her for a minute?
I-- okay. *hands her over*
Gracie: *makes happy babynoises* Dee.
*doesn't correct her this time, but holds her carefully and bounces her a little, balancing her on his hip and talking reeeeeally softly to her*
*blinks* Huh. That's weird.
... funny.
....... *blinks*
*frowns and looks at Mimi* I'm not completely batshit insane, right? That /is/ Roger Davis holding my kid?
Gracie: *happily* Kess! *which is how she says "give me a kiss!"*
*chuckles a little and kisses her cheek*
That... is Roger Davis holding your kid.
Gracie: *happynoise* *and cuddles him*
*confused* What is going -on-?
The same Roger Davis who doesn't /want/ kids and wouldn't really hold her until about two weeks ago?
*hums something to Gracie and dances with her a little*
*winces a little at the not wanting kids thing*
Gracie: *"sings along"*
*smiles, watching him*
*much the same as Mimi, but with confusion*
*is... just really confused*
*suddenly realizes everyone's watching him, blushes, and reluctantly hands Gracie back* S-sorry.
*takes her back, not looking away from him* That's... perfectly fine.
*ducks his head and blushes a little brighter*
... *stares at him*
... okay, baby, what's up?
*looks from Elphie to Roger and back and forth* Okay, then, well, this is one big fu-- *glances nervously at Elphie* Um... screwed up situation.
*blinks* Um... nothing?
*is now slowly looking back and forth between the two of them*
*confused, hi, yeah*
*sees Elphie staring* /WHAT/?
*just looks a little awkward*
Gracie: *peers at Mark* Grrrr.
*throws his hands up* Okay, what is /wrong/ with all of you today?
Roger is blushy and awkward. Mimi is confused.
My daughter thinks /I'm/ Roger and /Roger's/ me.
*matter-of-factly* You are acting awfully strange.
*blinks* Huh? No I'm not.
You're acting... well, like Roger.
You both are, sorta. *blinks a bit* ... yeah
*frowns a little* Well, actually, you kindof are acting weird... but I'm... not... am I? *looks confused*
*to Roger* You are acting like my husband.
I am?
I'm not acting like Roger. *but is a bit unsure now*
Yes you are.
Am /not/. *glowers*
Yes you are. You're glowering.
*glowers*
*hides a grin behind his hand*
-- see? And -- cute shy smile. That's Mark.
Exactly.
*blinks* But... that doesn't make sense.
*refuses comment*
Gracie: *giggles at Mark* Grrr.
I don't get it either
*thoughtfully* Maybe... it has something to do with the mansion?
*is still sulking. I mean glowering. ^_^*
I think so, Roger.
Always good to blame the mansion.
*grins at Mimi*
*grins a little, kinda proud of himself*
So how do we /fix/ it?
... magic wand?
I'm afraid I don't have one handy, Mimi.
Maybe it'll just wear off? *hopeful*
*sighs* Maybe
*snorts* Unlikely.
*shoots Mark a ... well, Markish LOOK* Don't be so pessimistic.
*blinks to see her husband's Look come out of Roger*
This is so confusing *sulki--fine, GLOWERING.* You're telling /me/.
No offense, Mimi, but I don't find the idea of going to sleep with Roger tonight particularly appealing.
And... I love Mark and all, but he's just not for me.
Exactly. *because he's for ME ^____^* [[ except Elphie doesn't make that face ]]
*sneers a little, out of stress and confusion* So what do I do, sleep on the couch?
Unless you can think of a better idea.
We'll fix it. *nods* And... and if it's not fixed tonight, I /can/ sleep on the couch. *to Mimi, hesitantly* If you want me to.
Thank you, baby. It'd just be... weird
'sokay.
*shrugs* Whatever. *is... kindof upset. In a Rogerish way*
Gracie: *giggles at Roger*
*grins a little and waggles his fingers at her*
Gracie: *squeals happily*
*jgkfldagjdammitwhycanRogernotlikekidsnormally?*
*likes kids normally. Is just VERY FUCKING SELF-CONSCIOUS about raising them*
*gets up suddenly* I've gotta get some air. *stalks outside*
*slightly worried* Should I go get him?
*comes stalking back in* *to Roger* And another thing, you-- *stops... and blinks*
... righto, then.
*blinks too* *raises an eyebrow* Another thing /what/, Marky?
... what is it?
*mutters* Don't /call/ me that.
What is it?
[XD yay, back to normal!] *blinks a little* *sheepish grin* I... don't remember.
Gracie: *squeals happily*
*smirks*
... ah
... back to normal?
*grins lopsidedly (as per usual) at Gracie* Hey, sweetie. *scoops her up and kisses her*
Gracie: *squealing* Deeeeee!
*shrugs*
If you wanna take your cue from the squirt...?
Looks like.
*goes over to Mark and kisses his cheek, smiling*
*beams at her and kisses her back*
*hooks his arm around Mimi's waist and pulls her into his lap* C'mere, you.
*laughs and hugs him* That's more like it!
*kisses her in true Roger form*
Feeling okay, heart?
*nods* Yeah. You?
*wraps her arms around his neck happily*
Feeling fine right now.
Good. *kisses her cheek* We've got to take good care of you.
*raises an eyebrow* She's not made of glass, Mark.
*blushgrin* I know.
*laughs* He's right, you know. I'm not.
Yeah, well. *BEAMS* *softly* Should we tell them?
... tell us?
Tell us what?
*smiles at him* You want to?
*tries to surpress a smile* He's my best friend...
Tell me /what/? *is about to die of curiosity*
*having fun with this* He is...
And I'm chopped liver?
And Mimi's like my sister...
*laughs* She is...
Thank you.
So... I'm thinking maybe we should.
Yes! You should!
Gracie: UCK! *which apparently now means "yes"*
*pales* Oh dear.
.... I'm blaming you for that one, Mark.
... good example for your kid, there, Mark.
*blushes* I... um... I... *considers banging his head on the wall*
Gracie: *looks innocent*
*to Gracie* Honey, you don't say that, okay? Bad word. Don't say it. *glares a bit at Roger* Even if HE says it someday...
*comes as close to flailing as Roger can* Forget the kid's vocabulary, what should you tell us???
Gracie: *sticks her fist in her mouth and sucks, staring at her parents*
*looks at Mark, raising an eyebrow*
*grins* You tell.
*flail* Someone tell!
For the love of God, PLEASE!
*grins at Mimi* You tell me, Mimi.... *runs her fingers through Gracie's babyhair* D'you think Gracie will make a good big sister?
... yeeeeeees. *eyebrow raise*
*GRINS SO BIG*
*looks from Mimi to Elphie and Mark and back* What's going /on/?
Oh, that's good. Because in about... seven and a half months, I think, she will be.
*squees and claps her hands*
*blinks* Wait... you mean, you're... SHIT!
*winces and covers Gracie's ears* ROGER!
whoops. Sorry. But... man, that's awesome!
... *disapproving look, but smiles* Thank you, Roger.
*makes Mimi get up and hugs Elphie, then hugs Mark tighter* *softly, in Mark's ear* Mazel tov, baby boy.
*smiles happily and hugs him back* Thanks.
Gracie: *babbles at him* *is getting squished*
*well, not TOO much - Roger's careful enough*
Gracie: *giggles* Grrrr.
*ruffles her hair* You got it, kid.
I'm so happy for you guys! *hugs them both ^_^*
*hugs Mimi* Thanks.
*hugs back* *beaming* Thank you.
*is smirking a little. In that... self-satisfied way Roger has*
*wanders in with teh baby, who is babbling nonstop* *and is listening attentively*
*grins widely* Well, well, well, who have we here?
*looks up and smiles, not actually noticing anything odd yet* Hello darling. Gracie, say hi to daddy.
Gracie: *squeals and giggles*
*scoops Gracie up and examines her, eyebrow raised in a peculiar (for Mark) way* Well, look at you. I think she grew some since this morning.
*smiles at them* She's beautiful.
She'll be driving 'em wild before you know it, won't you, kid? *grins cockily at teh bebeh*
*blinks at Mark*
*grins at Elphie* So, gorgeous, how you doing?
*slowly* Still feeling a bit off, but better. *because she wasn't feeling well this morning ^_^* Are you alright?
Abso-fucking-lutely. Why do you ask? [.....*DIES*]
[[/MARK/]]
............. *stares*
*blinks at her* *defensively* /What/?
Gracie: *starts poking his cheek curiously*
*kisses Gracie's finger* What do /you/ want, squirt?
Gracie: Grrrr! *which is her name for Roger*
*laughs* Yeah, sorry, kiddo, Rog is... off doing whatever the hell it is he does.
Mark, what's gotten into you? You know not to use language like this around Gracie.
Roger: *is, for the record, off in a side room with his guitar, being thoughtful and creative and not-too-emo*
*ponders* I guess. 's not like she's not gonna /hear/ it, though.
Gracie: *happily* Uck!
[*DIES*]
[[.....]]
*catches a glimpse of Elphie's face* Um... okay, yeah, I'll be more careful. *to Gracie* Nope, we're not gonna say that one.
*yeah, looks horrified, murderous, etc*
Gracie: *looks at him curiously* Uck?
*shakes his head and tries NOT to look rather amused* No.
Gracie: *seriously* No uck.
*seriously back* No uck. Mom doesn't like that one.
No. No she does not.
*rolls his eyes* Geez, Elphie, it's not the end of the world if she says a bad word, you know.
... she's six months old, Mark. She has a vocabulary of under 15 words. If one of those words is a bad one, I have the right to be upset.
*puts up a hand in surrender - the other is holding Gracie* Okay, okay, breathe, baby.
Gracie: Grrrrr! *happily*
Yeah, we'll find him in a little bit, how's that? I know he's around her somewhere.
Gracie: *reaches up and smooshes his cheeks together, making him get the fishlipsthing* Gracie: *happy* Grrr!
*glances over at Elphie, a bit confused* Elphie? Why is our daughter calling me Roger?
*looks bewildered* I have no idea.
[The kid's smarter than they are.]
[[ I love it ]]
*to Gracie* What's up with /your/ brain?
Gracie: *babytalk "huuuuh?"*
You, my kid, are slightly twisted. I'm not Roger. I'm Mark. Daddy. 'Member?
Gracie: *happy squeal* Deeee! *translation: "Daddy"*
*grins that cocky-ass smile that... well, honestly, Elphie should recognize at this point* There we go, I knew you couldn't be /completely/ devoid of brain function.
... *peers at him*
Gracie: Deee? *looks around for him*
*sighs in frustration* I give up! My own kid doesn't recognize me. Je/sus/.
You are acting awfully strange, Mark.
*raises an eyebrow* Um... right, whatever.
Gracie: *giggles to herself*
What /are/ you giggling at?
Gracie: *reaches up and grabs his nose*
*makes a face* Yeah, that's my nose, mind giving it back?
Gracie: *giggles again and tugs before letting go*
*crosses his eyes and passes her back to Elphie* What's up with /her/?
*takes her* I don't know... she was fine this morning...
*mock seriously* Did you drop her again?
*makes a face at him* Very funny.
*grins again* Hey, don't get mad at me. *leans over and kisses her... pretty deeply*
*surprised sound!* *and takes a moment to kiss back, but finally does, a little hesitantly, because he just /isn't kissing like Mark/*
*Nope. He's kissing like Roger. Which, April says, is a /completely/ different experience. Although... APRIL WHY DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO KISS MARK?*
*yeah, but hasn't kissed Roger. so doesn't know that*
*pulls back and SMIRKS in that way only Roger can... USUALLY*
*oddlooks him* ... right then.
*raises his eyebrows* What?
That was.... different.
*smirks* Good different or better different?
*after a moment's consideration* Different different.
*shrugs* Okay.
Gracie: *looking back and forth between them*
* Roger has joined #desperatefans *so, yes. Exists in a side room*
* Mimi has joined #desperatefans *totally existant :D*
*with a guitar*
Hey baby. *kisses his cheek*
*blushes a tad* Hey.
*makes a face at Gracie*
How are you? *taps the guitar* Move.
Gracie: *giggles* Grrr.
*moves the guitar carefully - a little more carefully than normal, more like Mark and his camera, honestly*
How many times have I got to tell you I'm Daddy, not Roger?
*sits on Roger's lap* How are you?
Gracie: *shakes her head stubbornly* Grrr.
Gracie, baby, that's -daddy-.
Gracie: *looks around* Deee?
*waves a hand in front of her face*
Gracie: *blinks at him*
*yeah, wow, that's an interesting reaction. which prompts a blush and a clearing of the throat* Fi-fine. How're you?
*points to himself* Daddy.
Gracie: *frowns at him* Grrr.
No, /Daddy/.
Gracie: *looks around excitedly for her dad*
*sighs in exasperation* I give up.
*blinks a little at blushing* Just peachy. What's up? *wraps her arms around his neck*
*smiles adorably, but totally tries not to... 'cause he's so totally in love* Not much. You?
*kisses him lightly* Nada much either
I don't know what's going on with her...
*blushes. Just a little. And grins in that vaguely goofy geeky way Mark usually does around Elphie* Okay.
I don't know. She's having an identity crisis. Thinks she's Will.
Gracie: *perks up at mention of Will*
... you feeling okay, baby?
Huh? Oh, yeah, um. Yeah. Why?
You're all blushy. *pinches his cheek*
*mumbles* 'm /not/. *blushes more*
*kisses the top of Gracie's head*
Yes you /are/. It's cute. It's new.
Will's back home with 'Ril, kiddo.
*blinks* Since when do you call her "'Ril"?
*blinks* Um... I don't know?
You sound like Roger.
*snorts* Yeah, right.
*mumblessomethingincoherant*
What was that?
Nothing. *BLUSH*
.... *blinks and looks at him again* Right.
No seriously, what?
Um... just... um. Nothing. *kisses her cheek* Love you.
Love you too, baby. *gives him a /proper/ kiss -- meaning with tongue*
*squeaks a little and returns the kiss... in a much more MARKISH way*
*pulls away* When have you ever squeaked?
*blinks* Um... since... I don't know?
You just did
Gracie: *to Elphie* Deee?
I did? N-no I didn't. *blushmildflail*
*gently* He's right there, baby. *nods to Mark*
When I kissed you.
Gracie: No!
Um... *mumbles something about needing water and... well lifts Mimi out of his lap and half-flees. 'cause... wow, embarrassed*
*and flees through the main room, blushing madly* HiElphieHiMark.
*blinks* Huh. That was weird.
... What the hell.
*looks up, blinking* Hi... Roger...?
*looks back at Mark, raising her eyebrows*
*gets a drink, then comes back into the main room and perches, very Mark-like, on the arm of a sofa*
*shrugs*
... hello again, Roger. Staying this time?
*pokes her head in* Rog? Baby?
Huh? Oh, um, yeah. *brightens and blushes at the same time* Hey, Meems.
*blinks at Roger* He is acting /weird/.
Hey Mimi.
I noticed. He ran when I kissed him.
*mumbles* NoIdidn't.
... and you never call me Meems. Or squeak.
He /squeaked/? *laughs. HARD.*
When I kissed him
.... Really. *intrigued*
And blushed.
Gracie: *suddenly squeals* DEEEEEE! *and reaches out for Roger*
*blushes* I /didn't/. *blinks*
*blinks*
Um... I, uh... no, that's /him/, sweetie. *points to Mark*
... unless Roger has something to tell me
Huh? *gets it* Oh! No, no, I... no, really.
Gracie: *keeps reaching out for Roger* Dee!
Gracie, baby... that's Roger.
*snickers at Roger* Man, you are so gullible.
*gets up and holds his hands out* May I?
*raises her eyebrows and watches*
*shrugs* I don't have a problem with it - ask her mother.
*to Elphie* Can I hold her for a minute?
I-- okay. *hands her over*
Gracie: *makes happy babynoises* Dee.
*doesn't correct her this time, but holds her carefully and bounces her a little, balancing her on his hip and talking reeeeeally softly to her*
*blinks* Huh. That's weird.
... funny.
....... *blinks*
*frowns and looks at Mimi* I'm not completely batshit insane, right? That /is/ Roger Davis holding my kid?
Gracie: *happily* Kess! *which is how she says "give me a kiss!"*
*chuckles a little and kisses her cheek*
That... is Roger Davis holding your kid.
Gracie: *happynoise* *and cuddles him*
*confused* What is going -on-?
The same Roger Davis who doesn't /want/ kids and wouldn't really hold her until about two weeks ago?
*hums something to Gracie and dances with her a little*
*winces a little at the not wanting kids thing*
Gracie: *"sings along"*
*smiles, watching him*
*much the same as Mimi, but with confusion*
*is... just really confused*
*suddenly realizes everyone's watching him, blushes, and reluctantly hands Gracie back* S-sorry.
*takes her back, not looking away from him* That's... perfectly fine.
*ducks his head and blushes a little brighter*
... *stares at him*
... okay, baby, what's up?
*looks from Elphie to Roger and back and forth* Okay, then, well, this is one big fu-- *glances nervously at Elphie* Um... screwed up situation.
*blinks* Um... nothing?
*is now slowly looking back and forth between the two of them*
*confused, hi, yeah*
*sees Elphie staring* /WHAT/?
*just looks a little awkward*
Gracie: *peers at Mark* Grrrr.
*throws his hands up* Okay, what is /wrong/ with all of you today?
Roger is blushy and awkward. Mimi is confused.
My daughter thinks /I'm/ Roger and /Roger's/ me.
*matter-of-factly* You are acting awfully strange.
*blinks* Huh? No I'm not.
You're acting... well, like Roger.
You both are, sorta. *blinks a bit* ... yeah
*frowns a little* Well, actually, you kindof are acting weird... but I'm... not... am I? *looks confused*
*to Roger* You are acting like my husband.
I am?
I'm not acting like Roger. *but is a bit unsure now*
Yes you are.
Am /not/. *glowers*
Yes you are. You're glowering.
*glowers*
*hides a grin behind his hand*
-- see? And -- cute shy smile. That's Mark.
Exactly.
*blinks* But... that doesn't make sense.
*refuses comment*
Gracie: *giggles at Mark* Grrr.
I don't get it either
*thoughtfully* Maybe... it has something to do with the mansion?
*is still sulking. I mean glowering. ^_^*
I think so, Roger.
Always good to blame the mansion.
*grins at Mimi*
*grins a little, kinda proud of himself*
So how do we /fix/ it?
... magic wand?
I'm afraid I don't have one handy, Mimi.
Maybe it'll just wear off? *hopeful*
*sighs* Maybe
*snorts* Unlikely.
*shoots Mark a ... well, Markish LOOK* Don't be so pessimistic.
*blinks to see her husband's Look come out of Roger*
This is so confusing *sulki--fine, GLOWERING.* You're telling /me/.
No offense, Mimi, but I don't find the idea of going to sleep with Roger tonight particularly appealing.
And... I love Mark and all, but he's just not for me.
Exactly. *because he's for ME ^____^* [[ except Elphie doesn't make that face ]]
*sneers a little, out of stress and confusion* So what do I do, sleep on the couch?
Unless you can think of a better idea.
We'll fix it. *nods* And... and if it's not fixed tonight, I /can/ sleep on the couch. *to Mimi, hesitantly* If you want me to.
Thank you, baby. It'd just be... weird
'sokay.
*shrugs* Whatever. *is... kindof upset. In a Rogerish way*
Gracie: *giggles at Roger*
*grins a little and waggles his fingers at her*
Gracie: *squeals happily*
*jgkfldagjdammitwhycanRogernotlikekidsnormally?*
*likes kids normally. Is just VERY FUCKING SELF-CONSCIOUS about raising them*
*gets up suddenly* I've gotta get some air. *stalks outside*
*slightly worried* Should I go get him?
*comes stalking back in* *to Roger* And another thing, you-- *stops... and blinks*
... righto, then.
*blinks too* *raises an eyebrow* Another thing /what/, Marky?
... what is it?
*mutters* Don't /call/ me that.
What is it?
[XD yay, back to normal!] *blinks a little* *sheepish grin* I... don't remember.
Gracie: *squeals happily*
*smirks*
... ah
... back to normal?
*grins lopsidedly (as per usual) at Gracie* Hey, sweetie. *scoops her up and kisses her*
Gracie: *squealing* Deeeeee!
*shrugs*
If you wanna take your cue from the squirt...?
Looks like.
*goes over to Mark and kisses his cheek, smiling*
*beams at her and kisses her back*
*hooks his arm around Mimi's waist and pulls her into his lap* C'mere, you.
*laughs and hugs him* That's more like it!
*kisses her in true Roger form*
Feeling okay, heart?
*nods* Yeah. You?
*wraps her arms around his neck happily*
Feeling fine right now.
Good. *kisses her cheek* We've got to take good care of you.
*raises an eyebrow* She's not made of glass, Mark.
*blushgrin* I know.
*laughs* He's right, you know. I'm not.
Yeah, well. *BEAMS* *softly* Should we tell them?
... tell us?
Tell us what?
*smiles at him* You want to?
*tries to surpress a smile* He's my best friend...
Tell me /what/? *is about to die of curiosity*
*having fun with this* He is...
And I'm chopped liver?
And Mimi's like my sister...
*laughs* She is...
Thank you.
So... I'm thinking maybe we should.
Yes! You should!
Gracie: UCK! *which apparently now means "yes"*
*pales* Oh dear.
.... I'm blaming you for that one, Mark.
... good example for your kid, there, Mark.
*blushes* I... um... I... *considers banging his head on the wall*
Gracie: *looks innocent*
*to Gracie* Honey, you don't say that, okay? Bad word. Don't say it. *glares a bit at Roger* Even if HE says it someday...
*comes as close to flailing as Roger can* Forget the kid's vocabulary, what should you tell us???
Gracie: *sticks her fist in her mouth and sucks, staring at her parents*
*looks at Mark, raising an eyebrow*
*grins* You tell.
*flail* Someone tell!
For the love of God, PLEASE!
*grins at Mimi* You tell me, Mimi.... *runs her fingers through Gracie's babyhair* D'you think Gracie will make a good big sister?
... yeeeeeees. *eyebrow raise*
*GRINS SO BIG*
*looks from Mimi to Elphie and Mark and back* What's going /on/?
Oh, that's good. Because in about... seven and a half months, I think, she will be.
*squees and claps her hands*
*blinks* Wait... you mean, you're... SHIT!
*winces and covers Gracie's ears* ROGER!
whoops. Sorry. But... man, that's awesome!
... *disapproving look, but smiles* Thank you, Roger.
*makes Mimi get up and hugs Elphie, then hugs Mark tighter* *softly, in Mark's ear* Mazel tov, baby boy.
*smiles happily and hugs him back* Thanks.
Gracie: *babbles at him* *is getting squished*
*well, not TOO much - Roger's careful enough*
Gracie: *giggles* Grrrr.
*ruffles her hair* You got it, kid.
I'm so happy for you guys! *hugs them both ^_^*
*hugs Mimi* Thanks.
*hugs back* *beaming* Thank you.