Ramon's not familiar with the celebration of one month birthdays, but he doesn't seen any reason NOT to. Especially with a baby as unique and dear as theirs.
The hat is tossed to Hippolyta from across the room, where it lands on the bed next to the infant. Ramon's currently in the middle of talking to Jack Frost, giving him instructions about watching the castle while the family's out. Having a baby has caused a surge in over-protectiveness and being assertive with that which he holds dear.
"Almost ready to go?" He asks once he's over standing next to Hippolyta, now that Jack is left with a list of do's and don'ts. And they're only going to be out, what? An hour? He's really over-protective recently.
She pulls the little woolen hat (with amusing bobble on top) onto Sammy's head. Then she pauses for a moment to pull little silly faces at her son, talking to him and kissing him and waiting for the baby grin that she loves so well.
Then, she hoists the diaper bag onto one shoulder, and the baby onto the other. Immediately, instinctively, those six little legs unclench and readjust themselves around mommy's waist. Sammy obviously cannot hold his head up, but he's got a grasp on him like a vise. Hips supports his head with a gentle hand and kisses the top of his head when he's settled.
There's a moment where he stops to smile and marvel at how well and readily Hippolyta's adjusted to having such a...unique baby. Of course, he didn't expect any less from her. But it's still very endearing to see in action.
"Mine please, I don't want your work to follow us to Neopia."
Not that Sharpe couldn't just ping HER PINpoint, but whatever. It was the thought that counted. And besides, hers was newer. After what she went through last year, no PINpoint was allowed to get older than six months, ever. ESPECIALLY with her baby at stake.
"What?" He seems groggily puzzled for a few seconds before he reaches up and tugs at the violently shortened tendril. Which makes him wince. "Oh. This. Ow. Yeah, this was just, uh...It happened along the way." Whatever that means.
"I've got a baby, is what's going on. And I'll be fucked if I know what I'm supposed to do with it now."
She finally leaves Ramon's side, with one glance back to her son, before rushing towards Frank, past him...and into the room beyond.
There, in a messy nest of bedding in a dresser drawer on Frank's bed, is a squalling green child. It looks just like Frank did when he was temporarily a baby himself, and Hips remembers that babies of his species don't have the distinction of being a boy or a girl. The baby's fists are clenched tight, and his mouth open in a rictus of agony, his eyes squinched shut.
"Oh, no..." she breathes, and hurries to scoop it up. It's light, like a little bird, and its skin is a paler green than looks healthy.
Sloth shambles into the room behind her and heavily takes a seat on the side of the bed. The sheets are perfectly made, if a little rumpled in the middle. This isn't so much an implication that he took time to make his bed as it is he hasn't had a chance to use it recently.
"He's not as malnourished as he was when I found him." As to how that is, the little band-aid on the baby's arm is a pretty clear indicator. "But he won't stop crying and I can't even think straight anymore." The doctor isn't looking any more steady in his sitting position than he was on his feet, and the handful of empty mugs scattered around the various surfaces, and the still-hot and percolating coffee maker on a nearby desk is a clue as to how he's been forcing himself to stay awake.
All the questions she's got are forced into the back of her head. She carries the poor little thing out into the 'living room' again, noting Ramon's astonished and concerned expression.
She dives into the diaper bag and fetches out the bottle of formula that she had brought along for Sammy. (If Sammy gets hungry, well, there's always the old standby of her breast.) Hoping that this works, she rubs the nub of the bottle against this new baby's face, and the rooting instinct takes over. Soon, it's suckling away, the crying now just a bubbling whimper as the formula goes down.
Although Sammy doesn't like all the noise, and now HE'S started crying a little bit, too. Hips immediately finds a comfortable seat and looks to her husband.
{Bring Sammy over here too, please? So I can hold him?}
All of this is happening so fast, it's like instinct has taken over entirely. She couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to.
It's about ten hours later that anything really happens. Hips, in the meantime, has the two babies curled up on the seat with her, all three sound asleep. They've been that way for about three hours now. Sloth's baby had burped quite loudly after his gluttonous feeding, and she'd bathed them both in a shallow sink in the bathroom, got Sammy dressed...and then put the spare onesie on the new one.
There's a little green slug baby wearing a t-shirt with a kitten on it. Sammy's has a duckie. And Hips' shirt is firmly pulled back into place again.
And that's about when the larger, greener individual in this tale shuffles out from the bedroom, groggily scratching his chest. Ramon, being the only one awake, opens his mouth to say something; perhaps ask him to finally spill what's going on, or maybe even how he's feeling. But Sloth just waves a hand and grunts, going right past the people in his office and instead heading to the spare bathroom. When the door shuts, the sound of a shower being turned on is heard.
Ramon, meanwhile, sneers and pouts at being ignored. What a jerk.
Heh. Hips woke up just for the tail end of that, as the bathroom door shut. She also groggily smirks over at Ramon, only she promises never to ignore him. Leaning forward very carefully, she kisses her husband.
About twenty minutes later, the water sounds cut off and Sloth exits to join the others in the office. Though now sans a shirt, and with fresh bandages on his severed tendril stump. He flumps down into a chair across from where Hips and company are seated, resting a clawed foot up on a sleek, black coffee table.
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The hat is tossed to Hippolyta from across the room, where it lands on the bed next to the infant. Ramon's currently in the middle of talking to Jack Frost, giving him instructions about watching the castle while the family's out. Having a baby has caused a surge in over-protectiveness and being assertive with that which he holds dear.
"Almost ready to go?" He asks once he's over standing next to Hippolyta, now that Jack is left with a list of do's and don'ts. And they're only going to be out, what? An hour? He's really over-protective recently.
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Then, she hoists the diaper bag onto one shoulder, and the baby onto the other. Immediately, instinctively, those six little legs unclench and readjust themselves around mommy's waist. Sammy obviously cannot hold his head up, but he's got a grasp on him like a vise. Hips supports his head with a gentle hand and kisses the top of his head when he's settled.
"All set, darling."
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"Your PINpoint or mine?"
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Not that Sharpe couldn't just ping HER PINpoint, but whatever. It was the thought that counted. And besides, hers was newer. After what she went through last year, no PINpoint was allowed to get older than six months, ever. ESPECIALLY with her baby at stake.
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"I've got a baby, is what's going on. And I'll be fucked if I know what I'm supposed to do with it now."
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There, in a messy nest of bedding in a dresser drawer on Frank's bed, is a squalling green child. It looks just like Frank did when he was temporarily a baby himself, and Hips remembers that babies of his species don't have the distinction of being a boy or a girl. The baby's fists are clenched tight, and his mouth open in a rictus of agony, his eyes squinched shut.
"Oh, no..." she breathes, and hurries to scoop it up. It's light, like a little bird, and its skin is a paler green than looks healthy.
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"He's not as malnourished as he was when I found him." As to how that is, the little band-aid on the baby's arm is a pretty clear indicator. "But he won't stop crying and I can't even think straight anymore." The doctor isn't looking any more steady in his sitting position than he was on his feet, and the handful of empty mugs scattered around the various surfaces, and the still-hot and percolating coffee maker on a nearby desk is a clue as to how he's been forcing himself to stay awake.
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She dives into the diaper bag and fetches out the bottle of formula that she had brought along for Sammy. (If Sammy gets hungry, well, there's always the old standby of her breast.) Hoping that this works, she rubs the nub of the bottle against this new baby's face, and the rooting instinct takes over. Soon, it's suckling away, the crying now just a bubbling whimper as the formula goes down.
Although Sammy doesn't like all the noise, and now HE'S started crying a little bit, too. Hips immediately finds a comfortable seat and looks to her husband.
{Bring Sammy over here too, please? So I can hold him?}
All of this is happening so fast, it's like instinct has taken over entirely. She couldn't stop herself even if she wanted to.
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There's a little green slug baby wearing a t-shirt with a kitten on it. Sammy's has a duckie. And Hips' shirt is firmly pulled back into place again.
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Ramon, meanwhile, sneers and pouts at being ignored. What a jerk.
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{Just forget it, lover. He's always a jerk.}
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"How long was I out?"
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