clearly it was a bad idea letting him off the leash

[musicalrabbit]

[Guess who is rummaging around the kitchen with a wailing egg under his arm?]

Where are they? .... Pots? Pots, where are you~? Shut up you damned thing

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[booksprout]

What are you doing to the egg.

[musicalrabbit]

[PAUSES. looks down at wailing egg, then back up]]

Nothing..?

[booksprout]

[Give me that egg you horrible horrible parent =|] That's the ninth time you've set that timer off since we got the thing, idiot. Never have kids.

[musical_rabbit]

[have it, I don't want the damned thing.] I wasn't planning to, they're annoying. [huffs] You'll probably have tons of kids, and their first words will be in some long dead language.

[failingfelicity]

[You know what's worse than a wailing egg? A wailing egg that's causing a baby to wail. A baby (that looks like a mix of her and Tyki) in the care of a very nicotine-and-sleep-deprived Miranda (who's in her white form, btw~).]

C-can't you make it stop?!

[musicalrabbit]

[oh gods why did you bring a baby in here. D: ]

I don't know about you, but I'm finding a fucking pot and having an omelet. [back to looking, alternating between holding a hand over one of his ears and rummaging]

[failingfelicity]

[She can't just leave her D: ]

Y-you mean a pan? [Helping him search, but not before swiping the pack of cigarettes. Can't have them with the baby around, but later...]

[musicalrabbit]

[yes he can. he totally can.]

Pan, pot, omelet or hardboiled, whatever shuts the damned thing up [oh have fun with those, you Joyds are all such smokers. rummaging rummaging.]

[findingtrust]

That sound. 14th, you...what are you planning to do with the egg?!

[musicalrabbit]

[crap. freezes. turns and looks at Doug innocently]

...Nothing?

[findingtrust]

Nothing? Please. Guilt is written all over your face.

[musicalrabbit]

[grimaces] Whatever, just make the thrice damned thing shut up. [stomping over to shove egg at you]

[beautifulalias]

[Have another woman with an infant, crying in her arms.]

What did you do?

[musical_rabbit]

[jfdkjsfgkl another wailing thing. oh god shut it up.]

Nothing! Just--trying to get it to shut up! [rummaging still]

[recall_tragedy]

[He peeks in.] Is that egg wailing? [He freezes when he sees the stigmata, but he's only met one Noah Lavi, so...] Brother? Is that you?

[musical_rabbit]

I'm tr--[freezes and looks over. ignoring the pots and the wailing for a moment] ... Mana?

[recall_tragedy]

[He nods.]

[musicalrabbit]

[slowly closes the cabinet and climbs down from the countertop, ignoring the still wailing egg] You came back. I'm glad. ... Sorry.