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Prompt: Babiez and Anarchy
Series: Post-BND
Anarchy wiggled his nose in twelve year old disdain, blowing hard at pieces of fluffy red hair before frowning down at the twin things propped up against the couch cushions. His cousins ignored him in return, eyes wide open as they sucked indignantly on fingers and woolly, stuffed keyboards. And they sat, ugly and noisy and fucking boring of course. He huffed a sigh again, this time grabbing the attention of the girl one as she squealed indignantly and waved a small fist in his direction.
He watched her with one eyebrow raised before reaching down into their toy basket and tossing yet another stuffed animal into her lap. Utterly bored once again, he peered over the top of the couch, tilting his head forward as he tried to see into the living room where the adults were gathered, probably talking about something Not Stupid. Uncle Nym had invited his dads over, and of course they'd stuck him with the dumb babies on the couch, telling him to keep an eye on them, hold the bottles, and play with their toys, except he couldn't because Mezzanine and Ethernet were just dumb-butt babies and only good for crying and sleeping and making his stay at Uncle Nym's drag on and on as he sat and stared into the other room.
Until Ethernet rolled off of the couch and hit the floor with a howling, nerve-wracking wail, and Anarchy found out that they were good for getting him in trouble too.
Series: Post-BND
Anarchy wiggled his nose in twelve year old disdain, blowing hard at pieces of fluffy red hair before frowning down at the twin things propped up against the couch cushions. His cousins ignored him in return, eyes wide open as they sucked indignantly on fingers and woolly, stuffed keyboards. And they sat, ugly and noisy and fucking boring of course. He huffed a sigh again, this time grabbing the attention of the girl one as she squealed indignantly and waved a small fist in his direction.
He watched her with one eyebrow raised before reaching down into their toy basket and tossing yet another stuffed animal into her lap. Utterly bored once again, he peered over the top of the couch, tilting his head forward as he tried to see into the living room where the adults were gathered, probably talking about something Not Stupid. Uncle Nym had invited his dads over, and of course they'd stuck him with the dumb babies on the couch, telling him to keep an eye on them, hold the bottles, and play with their toys, except he couldn't because Mezzanine and Ethernet were just dumb-butt babies and only good for crying and sleeping and making his stay at Uncle Nym's drag on and on as he sat and stared into the other room.
Until Ethernet rolled off of the couch and hit the floor with a howling, nerve-wracking wail, and Anarchy found out that they were good for getting him in trouble too.