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Shamelessly stolen from EVERYONE EVER.

1. TAKE ANY OF MY CHARACTERS.

2. TAKE ANY OF YOUR CHARACTERS.

3. GIVE THEM TO ME.

4. I WILL MAKE THEM HAVE CHILDREN, ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.

MWAHAHAHAHA.

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She went back into the common room, shaking out a terrycloth towel with a smile on her face. Karu still hadn’t moved, but Gladys just shrugged and picked the baby up. “Come over here, you ought to know how to do this too.” She took a few paper towels, placed them on the table and moved to put the baby down too, then remembered she had forgotten something. “Here! Hold him! I’ll be right back!” She rushed back to the kitchen, grabbing her massive purse off the counter and digging around in it. “I KNOW you’re in there,” she said to it, shaking it a little bit, and then pulling bag after bag of cookies and tissues and little pieces of garbage out. “Aha!” She extracted a plastic baggy full of safety pins, grabbing it and rushing back into the common room. “Found them!” she said, waving them in Karu’s face. Karu half-smiled confusedly, but didn’t say anything-she hadn’t said a single word yet. Gladys didn’t mind much-she was a little busy at the moment. “Here, down on the table, down on the table.” Karu moved and put him down on the table, on the paper towels Gladys had laid down, and then moved out of the way. Gladys smiled appreciatively, and then promptly went to work.

It was quick-she HAD worked in a daycare center after all, and soon the tiny baby was cooing in her arms, wearing a terrycloth towel diaper while Karu looked on with a vague smile on her face.

“He’s a tiny thing, isn’t he?” the old woman said, rocking him in her arms with a big smile on her face. She glanced up at Karu, and then moved to hand him off. “I’ve got to find him some clothes or something. You take care of him-I’m much too old to do it myself anyway.” She smiled a little bit to herself-she knows she’s not that old, not really, but she’s not about to let Karu know. She’s not about to let anyone know. “No one needs a crazy old lady as their mother. You’d do a much better job.” Karu’s head shot up, and her mouth formed a single word-‘No’, although Gladys figured that what was coming after that was ‘I can’t’-but the Angel of Healing just shook her head, holding up her hand to silence the other woman. “He needs you,” she said. “You get to name him anyway, I was always rubbish at naming things, and you can’t call the thing ‘Baby’ forever.” She reached out and touched Karu’s arm. “You’ll be wonderful. And if you really need help, I’m always here. And I have my babysitting license!” She reached into the pocket of her long, flowing skirt (she was of the opinion that EVERY PIECE OF ARTICLE OF CLOTHING YOU OWN should have pockets, you know, just in case) and pulled out a wallet, digging around in it for a while before throwing all the cash out with an exasperated sigh and finally digging out a small, crumpled piece of paper. “Red Cross, even!” she said, then looked at herself and crumpled it into a ball and tossed it expertly over her shoulder into a trashcan. “Probably expired anyway,” she muttered to herself, scraping all of the cash on the table back into her wallet, poking a few stray dollars down before zipping the whole thing back up and shoving it back into her pocket. “So see, between you and me, he’ll end up fine.” She smiled broadly at Karu, who smiled back.

“Well then!” Gladys threw up her hands and turned to leave. “He’ll need clothes and actual diapers and... oh, hell, I’ll need the wagon won’t I, and some other stuff and...” She left the common room, leaving Karu behind holding a tiny baby-their baby now, wasn’t it-and staring after her with a look of confused happiness on her face.

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Aww. Those two. And for Gladys this is just the most natural thing in the world.

(Karu is so confused. Says that she usually comes in at the other end of people's lives.)